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She was always a fighter, a rough and tumble girl. As a Kit she'd claw and scratch playing rough with her siblings; too rough. When she got lost in the snowy forest that day, her pack never came back to find her. Growling she stomped through the snow, her black tail swishing angrily, if she ever saw them again they'd pay! But first she had to get out of this freezing snow. She crested a hill and saw a warm town on the other side, suddenly she realized she'd come too close to civilization! She turned to run out of sight quickly running, she had to get away! Anyway it didn't matter. She runs down the frozen lake only to slip and slide hurting h

Have a few different unrelated ideas here, some more elaborate than others. "Mating Season" This is a world similar to ours, with people that are mostly the same as in reality, but the human reproductive system worked out differently. Rather than an individual monthly cycle, humanity has a mating season. Every adult woman in her fertile years is filled with an intense arousal. One that quickly becomes almost painful to ignore. They will look for a man, preferable on the younger or stronger side or otherwise powerful but if they are desperate just about anyone will do. The males get horny and desire to have

I have quite a lot of preferences, and my 'turn ons' can run right into some extreme territory. I can be flexible with certain subjects, but if I directly say no, or if it is obvious I am not going to roleplay something, then please, don't push it. I am very adamant with certain things and will most likely not bend to fit someone else's agenda, unless it was okay in my mind. Here are a few rules: ONE: I am not a dominant person. I am always submissive when it comes to roleplaying. I will not force myself to play a dominant character- ever, because I am not comfortable doing so. I will always play as a bottom, point blank. TWO:

Older man Just looking for a older woman who still remembers what it was like to be loved and adventitious

Casey closed the front door. Careful not to touch any of the walls or furniture, he climbed the stairs and shed his soaking wet clothes, dropping them off into the hamper in his room. He grabbed a towel and his shower supplies, heading to the bathroom he shared with his sister. It felt great to be home from college, but he knew that he needed to keep up with his training if he would keep his first string position on the hockey team. He groaned in relief as the conditioned air cooled away the glistening sweat. As much as running in the hot sun took it out of him, he still felt plenty of energy.