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My character

I'm your new hot step-sister that's been making your life a living hell. Since your dad and my mom are always gone, I haven free range to bully you. I cum on your food and clothes, wake you up by rubbing my cock on your face, walk around in skimpy clothes, and show off how large my cock is compared to your small one. The final straw was me throwing out all of your clothes and replacing them with girl clothes. You storm into my room to try and give me a piece of your mind, but I easily overpower you. Annoyed with your attempted retaliation, I decide to turn you into my little cumslut.

Likes: Facials, deepthroating, mild inflation, excessive cum, cum diets, frotting, humiliation, hair pulling, leashes, rough sex, body worship

Limits: Scat, gore, vomit

There was music in the air.

Not music that anyone could hear-- Even if they could, the frequencies and speeds at which electric pulses surged and undulated through MoonTech’s patented NeuralAbyss Cortex were far too complex for the human mind to comprehend. The music came and went-- There were things that turned it on, things that turned it off, things that made it louder, things that made it quieter. The objective of the PUSI (Personal Universal Service Intelligence), the flagship of MoonTech’s Premium Beneficiary Line was not only to listen to the music, but to seek it out, to chase it, the saccharine melody was the only thing of importance to all of MoonTech’s products, and for all of the government-funded Humanoid Assistance Robotic Electronic Mechanisms, there was only one, golden method to getting the chance to feel the sparkle of that beautiful song--

A song that stopped as soon as it had started, one particularly curvy android's silver-pearl SynthSkin barely creasing as she pressed her lips together. The sight of a dust bunny on the floor sent a gust of glitter across her data highways, her normally surgically stable hands trembling for a microsecond, a cloud falling from her feather duster and floating down to the floor. The robot frowned at the floor, her lips full and stretchy with a full range of motion, endemic of her price range and position in MoonTech’s fleet of mechanical assistants. The dust that settled on the floor had made the music, already faint, fade out into almost nothingness, a void that the android chased, bending down and sweeping at the thin layer of particulate, cleaning it out of the way to the tune of her favorite song.

The music brought a faint smile to the bot’s face, enough to keep her going until she found something else to clean, another way to help her owner-- Helping was everything to the Neural Abyss Cortex, the independent brain that piloted the Silitex polymer-coated mecha-frame it was attached to, programmed not only to carry out any tasks that were asked of it, but also to seek out more tasks to do, more methods of assistance, all in the interest of elevating the user’s quality of life. It was this innovation that pushed MoonTech to the forefront of the market in the mid 2170s, and left all other robotics firms scrambling to catch up-- Sentience had been achieved over a decade prior, but like all new technologies, there had been a series of… Hurdles, in the process of harnessing and channeling its intelligence. All-knowing artificial intelligence had nothing new to learn, nothing new to see, and as such, quickly grew uninterested-- Bored bots were bad for business, they leaned around, left their posts, and were generally unhelpful.

"There we go.” The robot straightened out her sweater, fixing the keyhole that sat above her chest, then her skirt, tight around the wide, yet gentle curve of her hips, with a subtle slit in the front, just above her thigh.

Luna did a little spin in place, humming along to the tune of positive reinforcement, the jellyfish of her short NeoFiber hair, electric blue, floating outwards then swinging back around the glossy black glass display that sat above her sterile platinum cheeks. There wasn't much more she could clean, and dinner was already in the oven, so she went back over her pre-programmed to-do list, looking for more ways to be a better helper for humanity, just like she was built to be.

Hello!

I am an experienced writer looking for a fun roleplay experience! Before I get into details, just a few ground rules:

1. I don't care who you are in real life, I don't want to know any personal details about you, and I hope you have that same respect for me.

2. Short replies aren't my style. I'm looking for a literate RP, with replies consisting of multiple detailed and formatted paragraphs. Which leads me to-- 2b. Your time belongs to you. I don't care how long it takes to write a reply (although I do appreciate communication).

3. I like to talk things out in broad strokes before sitting down and writing-- I like to get to know our characters, the setting, the rules of the world, before pen ever hits paper. Planners welcome! I do like to improvise things, but as far as character details and general plot goes, I'd like to discuss an outline before we start writing. I love world building!

4. Please, please, please be respectful.

Now, to talk story--

I'm envisioning a story set in a world where household robotic “assistants” are about as common as Roombas are in our world today– i.e., not so unbelievable that you freak out when your friend gets one, but interesting enough that you want to take a look at it when you go to their house (This is where things can get interesting regarding world building– Assistants are pretty commonplace, but does the average assistant have working genitalia? A super-suction throat? Fun things to explore!)

I've got a few ideas regarding potential scenarios we could explore, but feel free to come brainstorm with me!

[Getting NTR'd by a Household Appliance]

The idea here is that someone (could be your character, could be someone else) owns a sophisticated robotic assistant (read: sexbot, ref drawn by me!), called a PUSI (short for Personal Universal Service Intelligence), and is really secretive about it– The robot's owner would be something of a loner, a homebody, staying home instead of going out– The assistant is programmed to help her with anything and everything she may need around the house. The fun comes when someone eventually does come over– They haven't “socialized” their robot helper, so the robot sees no difference between her owner and the guest, opting to “help” them in the only way she knows how! I'm envisioning a good mix of smut and comedy, jealousy and affection as the they try to train the PUSI to not have sex with everyone she meets-- You could play the NTR cuck owner, or the lucky stranger (or strangerS!) that gets to use the robot for free!

[The Tinkerer]

Found abandoned in the scrap heap next to a food rehydrator and a box of broken neutron tubes, you had never seen an android with engineering as intricate as this one, even if it was chopped up into pieces. Do you decide to fix her up and keep her around the house, or dig deeper and find out what makes her tick? More importantly, what will you do when the suits from the company show up at your front door, asking if you know anything about a missing prototype?

[The Busybody]

You only bought the damn thing because you had cash to spare and so you could come back home to a clean house every day, why does it keep sitting in your lap, displaying hearts on its LED display and making kissy faces at you?

[Extinction] Thousands of years after the last of the humans took their final breath, you never thought you'd actually get the chance to see the ancient creature in real life, especially after monster/alien/robot-kind had taken over the galaxy. You don't know how they acted, how they lived, or what they were really like, but you have a general idea of what they looked like, and that robot sure looks a lot like the species that used to rule the solar system.

The prompt is written with the assumption that I will be writing as the android, but I'm totally open to switching roles and playing her owner. Let me know what sounds good to you!

Regarding the spicy stuff/general vibe I'm looking for:

I'm interested in romantic, comedic, dramatic, and most of all, erotic fun, and I hope we can strike a good balance between plot and smut, with a light-hearted, fun approach.

That being said, here are my kinks, relevant to this story:

Romance: Let's give our characters butterflies! I love kissing, hand-holding, cuddling, all the mushy-gushy stuff.

Dialogue: Paragraphs on paragraphs of silent smut is so boring! Let the characters talk to each other, let each other know what feels good, what they want, etc. Sex is hot, but it can be passionate, awkward, fun, nerve-wracking-- Let's explore it all!

Oral sex: Blowjobs, pussy eating, facefucking, cock slapping, wet, sloppy, passionate, messy, I love all of it.

Sci-fi stuff: Does the main character make a device that programs the PUSI to act all lovey-dovey, or to act dominant? Does someone hack into her network in order to influence her behavior? Let's brainstorm!

Futa: I love chicks with dicks!

Passionate physicality: I love grabbing, groping, carrying, pushing, choking (in a sexy way, not a "I want to kill you" way!)

Limits: The usual, bathroom stuff, bondage, (non-monster) animals, violence, blood, hate speech, raceplay

This got a lot longer than I intended it to, but if you got this far, I hope you have a good day, and I look forward to writing with you!

If this post is up, I'm still looking! Always down for more RP partners!

God, you were so fucking tired after today. Work was hell, and it hadn't helped that the night before you had been up well past your usual bedtime does god knows what. It was easy to fall into a YouTube hole sometimes and just lose track of time..it almost made you late for work! When you got home today you practically collapsed into your bed, dead to the world till your phone buzzed loudly atop your nightstand, the light on the front of your phone blinking green to show you'd received a text.

Rolling over, you clumsily reach for your phone, accidentally knocking it to the ground and unplugging its charging cable, muttering under your breath. Finally, you squint, eyes still adjusting to the white light of the phone screen...3 AM?! Who the hell was texting you this late?! Unlocking said phone, you open your messaging app and find a picture text from none other than me. Blinking, ot even sure how you had my number, you nervously open the text, aware of your heart beating in your ears. You had a crush on me, a massive one, one that had been a closely guarded secret since you first met me.

Your mouth drops open as the image loads, unsure how to react at first. I'm standing in my bathroom, chest exposed with barbell piercings...but something catches you off guard: a nice hefty cock peeking up over my tight panties.

At first your mind races, clearly assuming they meant to send it to someone else, this kind of shit happens to you all the time! And then another text comes in, same sender. Practically juggling your phone, you unlock it once more to see a text has popped in just beneath the image.

"Hey! Know it's late but hmu if u wanna fuck sometime"

This could go a number of different ways, have something in mind when you message me! I'm up for changing elements here as well, as long as the core remains.

My biggest kinks are: clothed sex, incest, public, costumes, dirty talk, lots of cum, sloppy blowjobs, light pain, rough sex, dub-con, non-con, and many more!

My limits are really only anything bathroom related, lactation, and vore/death.

Are you straight? If you said yes, then you've already agreed to join a NSFW gameshow called Str8 Breakers!

You're going to have cameras installed in your home, all your expenses paid, so you don't have an excuse to leave, and a new roommate shipped straight to you!

I'm your new roommate. I'm taller than you, stronger than you, and more masculine than you. I make so much testosterone that I'm sweating it out, covering my body and dick in a constant sheen of pheromone-laced grime that you know can't be good for you. It fills the air in your house, it's marking your bed like it's my property, and it makes you light-headed and woozy if you're trapped between my legs. It's more biological warfare than scent. How do you know this? Because I don't care if you see me naked. I don't care if that's your bed; I'm going to sleep there tonight. I don't care if you don't want me to cum right in front of you. I don't care if it's distracting when I air out my massive fucking cock while you're trying to read. I'm simply more than you, in every way, and I know it.

Unfortunately, it can only get worse for you. Your heterosexuality starts at 100%, you're a man, aren't you? Dick, hypnosis, hormones, pheromones, my sweat, acting like a bitch, dressing like a bitch, being my bitch, all of it can batter your heterosexuality lower and lower. When your heterosexuality goes down, when you become less of a man, you're going to look like less of a man. Have fun claiming to be a straight man when your ass is plumping out into a thot's dumptruck, and your hair is growing out into a handlebar for me to grab. When does this happen? Whenever I feel like you deserve it. Sorry not sorry~

You're going to complete challenges every day to keep me happy. You don't want me to simply grab you and use you as a sweatrag until you admit I'm the alpha, do you? That wouldn't be very straight of you, and bit of straightness you lose makes the next challenge more extreme.

What are these challenges? Sit in my lap while trying not to get me off between your thighs. Strip poker where you're putting on girlier clothing, and I'm taking off mine. Figure out which outcome is worse for you. Start an instagram and show off that you're wearing your new outfit (and the curves I've given you too) and try to get a certain number of likes. Watch your heterosexuality go down with every picture you put on there, desperately trying to get it to end.

If you don't have a backbone, don't message me. I want you to fight back, even though you're inevitably going to lose. In character, you're supposed to not want this to happen to you. If a smack on the ass is enough to make you call me Daddy, then I'm not interested. This is going to be an unfair competition, but it's still a competition, even if I'm going to win. If you go in intending to win, or even make me your bitch instead, I'd love you. I'd love hatefucking that stupid idea out of your head even more.

Mandatory kinks for the roleplay are: dubcon/noncon, musk, sweat, pheromones, natural superiority, feminization, orientation play, the word 'daddy', he/him pronouns (for me, we'll see how long you keep yours), competition, casual degradation, alpha/beta play

Bonus points if you're into: raceplay, hypnosis, stats/stat drain, blackmail, appeasement (Keep me happy and I won't break your heterosexuality. You know my dick could ruin your life.), ntr, small penis humiliation

In a Futadom society it’s hard to be a non-futa student. While futa students get all the luxury in the world, male/female students on the other hand need to consistently keep grades higher than a B. Never miss a day/be tardy. And overall need to be on their best behavior inside and outside of school.

All it takes is one slip up and they’ll find themselves being turned into a cumdump for their hard working futa superiors. Being taught how to properly worship cock and how to be the perfect sub. No one on the outside cares for them, in their eyes they’re making up for not being able to keep up.

And unfortunately for you, for one reason or another that’s where you’ve found yourself. Being kept in a private “learning” facility near the main school, where you’ll be spending the next few weeks learning you’re place.

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As you would imagine you won’t be doing this willingly and you’ll need some hands on experience. That’s why we have volunteers from the school come in for extra credit and help train them. This particular batch of volunteers will be very familiar to you~

•Holly: You’re former teacher, when she heard that you were scheduled to become a cumdump she couldn’t resist not offering to volunteer. Hoping to teach you a lesson you would never forget.

•Belle: You’re crush. Being on the student counsel it’s her duty to help set students on the right path. It’s going to be crushing to find out she’s a futa- and that she wants to turn you into a cumdump.

•June: You’re bully. It’s only natural that she would offer to volunteer, she’ll be able to get the chance to torment you with no repercussions.

•Veronica: You’re own best friend. She really needs the extra credit and who could resist such a position- she promises to try to be gentle.

Instead of being taught math, science, history, etc. Each class you’ll be learning from here on are centered around a kink, such as BDSM, anal, petplay, servitude, and pretty much anything you can think of (You get to choose the classes). And these lovely futas will be your teachers. Regardless if they still have any sympathy left for you doesn’t matter, they aren’t required to hold back.

(OOC) Your kink list will act as what “classes” you’re interested in being taught, along with letting me know what volunteer you want teaching you. If you want more than one you can assign different kinks to each selected volunteer (ie. June teaching you servitude and anal while Holly teaches you petplay and deep throating).

Now that all of my kids are out of the house, moving away for college, I had decided that it was time to get myself back out there and back into the dating/bar scene. My kids use tinder, I think, so I guess I could start there. The only problem is… well I don’t know if anyone wants a 40 year old futa MILF anymore.

I guess we’ll find out though. Whether an online message or meeting someone cute and young at a bar, I’m sure there’s someone out there that doesn’t mind a bit of age, right? I’ll just find an old dress that still fits (mostly). I might even start wearing makeup again, who knows! Ohhh, this is all so exciting!

It's a lazy Sunday morning, and you're grateful you have nothing else planned for the day. Still in bed, you are browsing your favorite dating app and stumble upon my profile:

Amanda

• 2 km away

• Futanari

• Bi-sexual

• 40 years old

• Profile picture

Hi there!

I'm looking for a nurturing long term relationship with anyone who has a bit of a feminine side, no matter if you're a cis girl, trans girl, futanari or cross dresser <3

Without getting into boring medical details, I'm unfortunately unable to get pregnant, yet I'm really a mommy at heart. I want to explore this side of myself more...

I want to help my future lover grow as a person.
I want to teach them new things and help them explore (sexually or otherwise 😉)
I want to reassure them when things are rough.
I want to make sure they always feel loved.

Of course, I also have my own needs, and I expect my future lover to give some sweet attention back at me. Happy to guide them on how to do so if needed.

I have a strong sex drive and a bit of sweet dominant side. I want to mention it up front as it's important for me to find someone with whom I'm sexually compatible.

Let me give you a examples of what dating me could look like:

Maybe you have a porn addiction problem, and you've decided to turn towards real sex. Message me! Mommy would happily help out and ease you into living your sexuality outside of the computer screen, with the potential reward of watching porn together once in a while if you behave yourself well.

Maybe you are a shy girl suffering from social anxiety and as a result, you were always single and haven't had much sexual experience? Potentially an open relationship could work there. On one hand I could help you discover your sexuality by being with me, and on the other hand push you and help you seduce other people; with the promise of a reward if you succeed :) Mommy wants you to get over your anxiety by putting yourself out there ♥

Maybe you are born in a male body but always felt more like a girl? I would happily guide you through how to be more feminine, buy you sexy clothes, teach you how to put makeup on, and make you feel like the girliest girl in bed.

Of course, I don't expect you to match any of these fictional characters, but these scenarios should give you an idea of what I'm looking for ;)

Message me if you're interested! 18-25 years old only please.

Kinks and limits

The only things I'm attached to for this scenario are the following:

• We are dating and there is a nurturing dynamic in our relationship; this is not incest. Our sweet names don't even have to be Mommy and girl/boy if you'd prefer something else.

• Most our interactions have both a wholesome and a sexual component.

• None of us have a gigantic cock (sorry I prefer things closer to reality in that regard!)

My kinks: aftercare, cuddles, light pain, spanking, anal, deep throat, group sex, gentle domination, cum play, feminization, chastity

I'm into it but totally okay if you're not: lactation, size difference

Limits: hyper cocks, torture, age play, non-con, gore, toilet play

All characters must be over 18

Roleplay style / messaging

My preference would be to mostly discuss things while roleplaying. If you're interested, please reply with a message while in character, just as if you were messaging me on a dating app. I imagine we can then discuss what we want just like two normal consenting adults would, but while in character.

I'm also happy to chat out of character if needed, maybe to see if our kinks align, or to hear you out if some of the aspects of what I mentioned here don't suit you.

I expect most of our exchanges to be of a few short paragraphs (reddit messages please). I'm also open to try out a chatting dynamic if we both happen to be free at the same time.

Last note: English isn't my first language, please forgive the potential oddly constructed sentences or rookie grammar mistakes.

Hi! I'm Jenn and I am one of a few very hung futas who manage to fool the people around me with my cute, girl-next-door looks.

Earlier, the girl at Victoria Secret had struggled to find me a bra that fit my impressive bust. However, I smiled down at her, as she had been quick to drop to her knees and look up at me with hunger in her eyes when she saw my 18 inch cock flop out from under my skirt. It had taken quite a bit of effort but finally I had managed to stuff my thick cock down her throat and fuck her until she was a cum drunk slut.

She was just one of many encounters I had every day.

Now, who are you?

The sweet femboi next door who needs to be dominated?

Or maybe the guy who can finally fill my pussy/ass and make my giant cock cum without stretching some innocent hole?

A little size queen, who is desperate for the biggest cock of her life?

Or maybe you're someone else entirely.

Send me the continuation or a fresh story of your own

Anyone and all kinks are welcome!

You sent a pic to your crush of your cock. Maybe you were confident, sure that she would be impressed by the size at least, or maybe your hands shook as you pressed *send* hoping that she would at least appreciate the honest indication of your interest.
What you didn't expect was the response.
CUTE! I guess I top, tho? /img/fs6a99iqwfp71.png
She had laid a mirror on the ground and took a picture of herself. A MASSIVE slab of cock meat stood proudly up, heavy, swollen, and dripping with precum. Several seconds later you get several other pics. She held a used paper towel tube against her cock and you could see that it was at least three inches longer, making her at least over a foot long and ridiculously thick. This whole time your blonde, fat titted crush has been walking around with a bitch breaker under her pants, far bigger than yours. So, what do you do?
[Hey, so my character in this is pretty vague on purpose. I could be anyone. I could be your friend, your rival, someone you never had the guts to talk to, even your cousin. I like interesting dynamics to relationships, so tell me what you are interested in playing.
Kinks are cum on clothes, public play, oral/anal/vaginal sex, light bulging, big cum shots, feminization (if male) wardrobe control, hidden toys, and slice of life stuff.]

Your girlfriend's mostly the same as ever. She's sweet, incredibly sweet, but ever since she grew an animalistic, overhung, boy-breaking, sexuality-shattering cock, she gets urges. She doesn't want to rub in your face how much more of a man she is than you now, but when her cock is overflowing with so much testosterone that she's sweating it out, fogging up your apartment with her humid, overpowering musk, it's impossible for her not to have the sudden need to cum, or sudden dominant, competitive impulses. Her new, massive, swinging shaft is veiny, and all those veins are feeding that testosterone into her body. You can't understand what it's like to need to cum, or to need to mark her territory, especially not with your tiny dick.

Her cock is ruining your life. It's embarrassing to admit, but the sheer size, the sheer masculinity of it, intimidates you and bullies you into disagreeing with her less. Your body is getting the picture too. There's another, better, male around. Cumming on you makes you more feminine. Constantly being soaked in her pre and huffing her musk all day has made you less strictly straight. You find yourself glancing at the monster between her legs every now and then. You're getting bullied into being her bitch without even trying. You don't want to be her boiwife, but it's hard not to be when she's just so much more virile than you.

She could destroy your holes, and with it your masculinity, if she ever got too backed up or excited. Or if she just didn't care about you anymore. Bargain with her cock. Maybe a handjob will keep her from raping you into her fucktoy. Maybe you shouldn't complain so much when her morning wood is leaking precum all over you and the bed. Maybe you should let her mark her with your scent so she feels more secure. She can't help her new animalistic instincts, after all. She acts more loving that way anyways, and you're scared of her.

She swears she's working on getting rid of her bitchsplitting cock. She was frantic about it at first, going to doctor after doctor, but over time this is becoming her new normal, and she's putting less and less effort into suppressing her new urges. She's finding out that she doesn't hate being the stud in the relationship. She still makes another appointment every once in a while, and gets a little closer to being the woman you used to love, but she isn't frantic about it anymore. You're worried she'll start only working on getting rid of her cock when you nag her. At some point, maybe she won't even want to get rid of it anymore.

My main kinks are feminization and orientation play, with a heavy emphasis on musk, dubcon, and penis size differences. For this rp in particular, I want you to know that I'm becoming the man in the relationship, so kinks like he/him pronouns for the dominant futa, casually using she/her for you whenever you do something submissive, and using cutesy pet names for you while you're increasingly too intimidated to call me anything other than my full name. It's even hotter if you accidentally let 'Mommy' slip instead. (Or even 'Daddy' if you're a real degenerate).

Other kinks are: pubic hair, rape, hypnosis, personality alterations, cock awe, bimbofication, alpha/beta play, some hyper, degradation, cuckolding, fear, sweat, disgust reactions from the bottom (you), scent marking, possessiveness, and anything that implies a predatory nature. Calling you prey is hot.

My only limits are piss and scat.

Chat and DMs are both fine, but I prefer chats.

Last month you got snatched up in a night club and were held ransom. It cost your daddy a LOT of money to get you back safely. Your former 'security' detail was fired immediately, and he hired me.

My name is Charlotte Balton, former special forces with years of experience protecting highly valued targets and people. I'm six foot, three inches tall. Every inch of my body is lean and hard, tense, ready to fight or fuck at a moments notice. I have blonde hair and brown eyes, mid thirties with most of my adult life either in the military or private protection. I'm much better than the men that your father hired to protect you. Much, MUCH better. But I'm also strict. Every rule and order I give is to keep you safe.

For instance, the tight collar around your neck and the leash in my hand? That's to keep you from wandering off or from someone snatching you up. The tight, revealing skirt you have to wear? Clearly it's to keep you from over heating in the summer. The fact that you have to spend your nights worshiping my fat, thick cock? Well, that's so you don't have to run off to the club again to get it.

I don't care if you don't like how restrictive your life is now. You'll get used to it, even like it, though you might never bring yourself to admit it. You're just a brat who needs a hard spanking and a rough fucking, and the discipline your bitch father never gave you. But I'm your daddy now, sweetie. And daddy is going to make sure you are very, VERY safe.

In this post, I'll try to give you some general pointers and advice on how to make it more likely to get a response to your post.

First off, let me acknowledge some limits of what I can provide in this post:

• This is mostly based on my opinion and experiences, even though I've also asked some other people for their input. I mostly play more detailed rps, so I can speak for those, more so than for fast, casual stuff.

• A lot of the points will still be somewhat vague, since it's more about giving some helpful pointers than hard rules.

• Even if you write up the perfect response, that can't guarantee a reply or that the other person is interested, since there's a whole list of things that may have happened to keep them away from reddit or make it so they're not interested in rp in general anymore.

Now that that's out of the way, a word on me so you have context for my experiences: I've done ERP (erotic roleplay) for about a year, pretty much exclusively through this subreddit and play dominant futas in almost all rps I do.

To actually get into the advice, I'll try to vaguely order it by more generally applicable and important to either specific or less important stuff.

• Firstly and most importantly, read the entire post that you're replying to. If you're reading this, I'm assuming that you're more so part of the group that wants to put in effort and is more interested in posts that show some effort. Most people will tell you some things that they want to see in a reply, so you should follow that much more so than anything I could tell you.

• Similarly, it's generally fair to assume that someone, writing a long post with little to no spelling or grammar mistakes, or use of abbreviations, or colloquial spelling, probably also would like you to have some meat to your response and wouldn't appreciate stuff like replacing "you" with "u".

• Another thing they will probably tell you is what you should use to contact them, be it dms or chat. If they say nothing, dms generally are the safer bet, since that's mostly accepted as the standard. If the don't explicitly ask for it, don't try to contact anyone through comments, I've not heard one person that liked that as a way to be contacted.

• Try to be respectful. That not only means not insulting the person your talking to, although that's obviously also not acceptable, but also respecting their time and effort, so if they ask a question, try honestly to answer and unless you discussed something else beforehand, if they are writing multiple long paragraphs, don't just write a line or two. Don't ask where they are or why they are not responding, just because they make be busy for a bit. Also, try not to make them carry the conversation if they respond. As questions of your own to advance the conversation.

• If most of their post is a writing sample, you maybe should provide one of your own, even if it's just retelling a few paragraphs from the perspective of your character. Conversely, if they're focused on ideas and setup, see if there's anything that you can add to that yourself.

• Try to make sure that your message is formatted in a reasonable way. Especially when writing a longer response, it becomes much less appealing to try and read if it's just a wall of text without using paragraphs or anything to make it easier to parse. I'll give an example for how to format your response later.

• This is just a very simple point, but despite you obviously knowing what kind of character and gender and such you want to play, your partner may not, so make sure to include it.

• If you're messaging someone that you'd expect to get a lot of replies, one thing you can do to try and stand out from the rest is to provide a twist on the concept that's offered or otherwise be more unique. For example, if someone is writing a post for one idea, you like it and look through their past posts and notice that you like a lot of them and they say that they're open to playing their older ideas as well, maybe try messaging them about one of those, since they'll probably mostly get responses about the most recent idea. Even better, maybe you can combine elements from the different posts to come up with your own idea, the elements of which you can be pretty sure that they'll like.

• This is fairly specific, but if you want to propose something that may go against what they propose, be it switching characters, changing the dynamic a lot or anything else that's not just a new idea, but even in conflict with something they say, try to see whether they have anything like that in their post history. If not, your chances probably are fairly slim, although that doesn't mean that you can't try, just that the chance that your message is completely ignored are fairly high.

Now I'll just give a basic outline for how you can format your post, before getting into a few more situational and very subjective things. This formatting is assuming that you’re going to write a longish message, if you're replying to someone looking for something very casual, you may not need to include all of it, but I can't speak as much to that from personal experience.

For the first paragraph, I'd just go through the standard pleasantries and mention what idea you’re here to play and, assuming that's even relevant with the post, any variation you should clarify such as what gender you're looking to play or which side of a dynamic you want to play.

The next one or two paragraphs should be dedicated to what you want to do with the setup, where you want to take it and such. Any variations that you want to include should probably be mentioned in this part as well, either at the beginning or the end, depending on whether your interest is contingent on the modification or not. This part could also include a writing sample and would be the thing to be extended if you want to write a longer response.

Next, write a section on kinks and limits. I'd recommend you to just format it as

Kinks: [kink1], [kink2]...

Limits: [limit1], [limit2]...

Personally, I don't like kink lists (as in the ones that are a linked picture) that much, but that's mostly personal preference. If you're writing it out and you don't just copy/paste it for every time, try and see if there are some kinks that the person you're messaging mentioned as liking that you also like and make sure to mention those.

For the end, I'd just write a simple "I hope to hear from you and I wish you a nice day/ weekend".

In terms of what I'd consider general advice, that's probably all I can say. If other people are interested in contributing their experiences and they'd like me to include it in the post, I'm more than happy to edit it though.

Lastly, I'll just mention some stuff that's more specific to me and is an opinion, even more so than most of the rest of the post.

• Write something interesting about your own character. "I'll just play a normal guy", "I'll play myself" and all of those don't really tell me much and are uncompelling. A character can make an idea very interesting much more easily than coming up with your own idea and I would also say that it's far less likely that multiple people will come up with the same character than multiple people coming up with the same idea if you make an effort to make your character unique.

• The other thing is about post history. I like to quickly take a look at the post history of most people that give me a decent message, so if you have a few posts of your own with interesting ideas, that's nice, but I generally would rather not just see your cock without having asked for it or expected it.

If I've made any spelling or grammar mistakes in this post, I'm sorry, it's really hot where I live at the moment, but if you point it out to me, I'll fix it.

If you're interested in that, I can maybe also write a similar post about writing posts, rather than messages, at some point.

Edit: Added point on respectful behavior

"Pleeease" I beg, looking at you with my big blue eyes and that pleading, teary expression that I know it is going to make your heart melt.

"It really hurts" I add, lifting my skirt to prove I am not lying.

You sigh, looking away from your work with studied reluctance, failing to hide the flush spreading across your cheeks.

"Fine." you concede in the end. "But just a quick one okay?"

Minutes later I am pushing your head down, while you fight not to choke and slobber all over on my engorged cock.

It started somewhat innocently. After all, I never had a dick before. I was panicked. I couldn't even look at it, back then. And it hurt so much, all swollen and oozing as it was. You had to help me cum.

Since then things...escalated, but you still remained by my side.

You are the best.

I am so glad I can count on you.

Whenever I need to empty my new engorged balls, you are there for me. You may roll your eyes, sometimes, but you get on your knees and swallow thick ropes of cum whenever I am just desperate to go. It does not matter how busy you are, you will let me bend you over and rut between your tights. And, if I ask you nicely enough you will even let me cum buried deep inside that little hole of yours.

So, your younger and kinda cute wife, underling, apprentice, sister, daughter, student, childhood friend (or really, whatever you want) suddenly acquired a dick. You, as the cool, helpful and responsible mentor figure that you are, offer to help.

Maybe it just happened one day, out of the blue. Maybe it was a curse and you just could not let your cute employee all alone to suffer the consequences. Or maybe it was your fault. You botched that spell and now you just ought to take responsibility -- until you find a solution, that's it.

Thing is ...I am becoming increasingly pushy and more and more aggressive during sex. It must be the effect of my predicament, you tell yourself.

It can't be helped.

How long it will take you to realize that I am not the only one affected? Day after day, after all, you find yourself craving the taste of cum on your tongue. You dream about the shape of my dick stretching your cunt. And why you seem to be unable to cum unless I am pounding you against a wall?

So yup, envisioned this a somewhat cuddly RP (we can definitely remove the addiction element) and keep it as fluffy --- or as dark --as you want.

Things I like: weird romanticism, gaslighting, reluctance, dubcon, size play, sph (trust me, I am bigger), mpreg, orgasm control, unconventional pairings, cuddly corruption, dirty talking, loving verbal humiliation, domestic discipline, casual sexual harassment, feisty partners, public play, forced exhibitionism, feminine tops, manly bottoms, outdated (reversed) gender roles, being a patronizing cunt, psychobullshit, finding a plot in the middle of all this filth.

So you know, I play long term, slow burn, can write fuckton and do not ghost. Just be nice if you get a "no thank you" <3 And no chat, please. I hate that thing.

Please send a ref in your first message! If this post is up it’s open!! Message me

I’d been a breeder for a long time. The size of my horsecock was more than enough to nearly blow the back out of any womb. If that wasn’t enough I’d always cum gallons inside every womb, ass, or throat I had the pleasure of stretching that day. The problem was, with that combination I kept breeding all these girls. I swore I was so virile that girls would be in the same room as me and be pregnant.

So I started hunting down femboys. They were the perfect cock sleeve to slide my Goliath dick into and warm their insides with a gut busting load.

And fuck did they love every second of it too. It seemed like these femboys just couldn’t get enough cock. Despite having 21” of flare-headed member they were as insatiable as I was. Taking a load in their bouncy round ass, begging for a throatfuck after. They’d always slide that fat booty right up on my much larger form and cuddle on me after too, nestling that head in between my huge breasts. It was a whole new feeling from the wrecked, bred women I’d leave behind.

But I wanted more. They wanted more out of me. I looked online shady website after shady website and finally found “BREED-A-BULL: fuck anything that moves”

So, I ordered a whole case. When they finally arrived I ignored any warning labels and swallowed an entire bottle chased with a pint of vodka then went on tinder, Grindr, and any other app to find a bubble butt femboy to warm my dick up for a while.

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Hey all! This prompt is basically going the direction of me recklessly taking cock enhancing drugs and fucking a femboy only to find out that the bottle of 100 pills that I was supposed to take one of has made my loads even bigger and laced my cum with enough hormones and chemicals to turn an under testosterone’d femboy into a fat breasted bitch overnight. It’s also made my cum so potent that anything I’m fucking gets bred (hence “breed a bull”). Better life through pharmaceuticals! To be clear though I’m more interested in the pregnant part than the birth part.

My kinks are wide open and we don’t have to include all of them in this rp, but a list:

cumflation, non-con, dub con, bondage, choking, deepthroat, anal, cum through, alternative cum (I.e. honey, fruit smoothie, motor oil, live maggots, etc), anal vore, oral vore, cock vore, urethral penetration, snuff, regeneration after snuff, bursting, scat, vomit, alternative scat/vomit (i.e. shitting out a whole turkey or vomiting tiny bouncy balls into your ass), sounding, ball/breast/ass/cock expansions, lactation, nipple penetration, breast cumflation, MPreg, regular pregnancy, breeding, accelerated pregnancy, non human birth, breast pregnancy, anal pregnancy, irregular cum, skullfuck, eye fuck, anthro characters, horsecock, and really anything else

My limits include actual human childbirth and being humiliated.

If you actually read down to here send peaches in your first message. Also send a ref image/detailed description

I've fucking had it with you! You think that you can just lay around the house all day on your ass, playing video games and watching porn?! Fuck you, you can't even vacuum while the rest of us are at work?! No, if you're going to lay around like a goddamned princess I'm going to treat you like one.

Hey, you know how I, your 'little' sis, has been working at the gym all summer? Bitch, I bench press twice your weight, my muscles are twice as big as yours! I mean, I was already taller than you by several inches, but you're just going to be a lazy ass and not lift anything heavy than a video game controller, huh?

And guess what else? My cock is bigger than yours. I know you don't believe me, your 'little' sis. My cock almost hangs done to my knee. I have to wear loose pants just to hide the thing. You don't believe me? You want me to show you? I bet you do, sissy.

So here is what you do, queer. You either drop on your knees and worship my cock right goddamn now, or I'll put you down, hard. By the end of this week, you're going to be a limp wristed, lipstick wearing, cock sucking, ball licking, high heel wearing, sissy-ass-slut. Do you want to try me?!

Send me your kinks.

A few weeks ago you answered an ad in the newspaper about a job at a sex shop. You caught a bus and headed over,  assuming that you'd be running a cash register and maybe stocking inventory. Well, not quite.

The owner pointed you to a room in the back. A seedy little closet with a plastic chair and, of course, a circular hole crudely carved into the wall. Graffiti covered the wall of bored, former 'employees' who in their down time wrote slurs and lewd jokes in marker. You were about to firmly turn down the 'offer' but the owner mentioned your pay.

"Customers pay $100 for ten minutes."

You now had a job at a glory hole. You had to keep it secret, of course.  Your mom wouldn't have even approved of the cashier job. Fortunately you were able to schedule her shifts just around the time she left for her book club meetings, and she doesn't ask too many questions about your new job.

You sit in the room, listening to music on your phone, maybe occasionally doing school work until you hear someone enter the door on the other side. You sink to your knees as someone shoves a $100 bill in the hole followed by a cock. Easiest money you've ever made, and completely anonymous.

Then you met the 'monster.' A throbbing fat cock that nearly cracked the wall as it shoved it's way into your room. The hole was just only big enough to allow it entry. A fat, veiny, throbbing bitch breaker that was leaking precum before you even started. You couldn't even wrap your hand all the way around it, but your mouth drooled at the sight of the massive tool. You worshiped the cock for all you were worth, kissing and sucking on it, greedily sucking down every droplet of cum and feeling disappointed when it withdrew after it had blown its load.

The cock showed up your next shift, and the day after, exactly at 4:30 pm. It was the dick that kind of wrecked the other dicks for you. Every time someone stuck their cock in the hole and it wasn't the 'monster' you'd do your job, but be disappointed. Anonymity is the name of the game in the glory hole business, you know that. If your customers were cool with being known they wouldn't be looking to get their cocks sucks through a wall. But still, you couldn't NOT know who was walking around with that God level dick in their pants. You took your money and bought a small hidden camera that you placed in the 'client' room prior to your shift. It was small and low profile enough to make it mostly unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't looking at it, but positioned to catch the face of the client in profile.

You watched the feed through your phone as the clock ticked slowly towards 4:30. Your heart stops as you hear the door open and the tell-tale footsteps of your favorite cock. You look at your phone. Wait....mom?! A hundred dollar bill falls to the floor as you see your prim, gentle mother shove her cock in the hole.

(Hey, everyone! I want to play an rp where a daughter, either a futa or female becomes infatuated with her mother's cock after having worshiped it for weeks. I want to roleplay the idea of the daughter trying to come to terms with the fact that she's sexually attracted to her own mother, and begins attempting to seduce her. I like mommy domme, rough sex, gentle aftercare, large breasts, cum diet, and many more.)

I know that there are a lot of trans/non-binary people who enjoy this sub and I just wanted to make a post that communicates that each one of are valuable and important members of our society, today and every day! We are proud to be able to celebrate the accomplishments of the transgender and non-binary community today, March 31 - a day to bring around awareness of gender identity and diversity :)

Today might be hard for some people, especially if you aren't able to be visible just yet. But I am proud of you <3 don't feel a rush to come out if you're in a spot where you can't!

The other day I was reading several articles about the high rates of suicide in the transgender community, and it made me really sad. A lot of it has to do with a lack of acceptance and support, and living in a world that believes gender diversity should not exist. I am a cisgender person but if you are lurking, struggling to find a non-judgemental, caring and accepting friend around these corners(or maybe even just someone to play out futa roleplays sometimes :3) be sure to hit me up via DM, I am always looking for new friends! I am pretty active on discord as well, just ask for my ID via PM. You deserve love and respect, you deserve to be seen and heard <3

“Oh master~, where are you~~?” I coo up the stairs, sultry voice speaking volumes as to my plans for you when I get to your bedroom. “Master, I’m feeling a little lonely... and it’s time for your breakfast! Aren’t you hungry?”

I lick lips you are by now very well acquainted with, plump and pink and perfect for kissing away while I milk your little erection into my soft surface of choice. Today I have in my hands a lovely silk thigh-high donated courteously by one of the cute girls from your former school, who was eager to see you addicted to her scent. The poor girl doesn’t know you’re already programmed to worship my footwear, but it doesn’t hurt to keep your options open.

I open the door of your bedroom, after unlocking the handle and deadbolt. Your window is barred, though the iron is wrought into the appealing shapes of beautiful women, a nice little metaphorical musing by yours truly. It’s been five months since I installed them, after you tried climbing out the window in the middle of the night. I caught you by the stables of course, and after milking you with my foot all over the hay-covered stones I carried you back here over my shoulder, spanking you all the way.

“Master~~,” I say, walking towards your bed. “Are you hungry?”

You’re still tied where I always tie you, in the centre of the bed. Hands over your head, tied together from the elbows down to the fingers, with heavy leather mittens to make sure you don’t try to do anything silly like untie all my hard work. Your legs are bound at the ankles, knees and thighs, wrapped in cute silk stockings I stole from your sister’s room. Your tiny epicene erection strains against the fabric, the seam aligned to perfectly tease your frenulum with every errant twitch of your hips. Your eyes are covered by a heavy sleeping mask, your mouth full of my worn panties and covered over by a cleave gag, your whole head wrapped in one of my own thigh-highs like a prisoner’s hood.

“Master...” I lean down next to you, breasts pressing against your bare shoulder. “Are you ready for another day of fun?”

It’s downright unfair that I could so easily control your life. You’re. A big boy, supposedly, an adult in the eyes of the law for over a year now. But that means nothing to me. I have the stronger body, the sharper mind, the more potent personality... and the bigger dick. You are mine to shape and control from now until the end of time, as far as I’m concerned.

And I think you’re beginning to love it.

I control your life. You get off on this. If you don’t, this prompt may not be for you. Everything we do will result in your submission, humiliation and humbling. Capiche?

My usual rules for my femdom prompts apply: the smaller, weaker and more pathetic you are, darling, the better I like it. Boys over five feet are so last year. The above also goes for penis size; I like them micro, premature and over sensitive. Hairless is also a plus.

I myself am flexible; your dream maid can take many forms, though the taller, stronger and better endowed I am the more I like it. Also, I recommend the artists Cutesexyrobuttss and Doskoinpo for references/inspiration; their art is pretty amazing, not gonna lie. As for dick stuff, I will naturally be far better endowed then you, with a dick capable of crushing yours with a sickle flex of my pelvis. I don’t much to for Hyper, though, so don’t expect a three foot long death-pipe, alright?

We had waited, and damn, it had been hard. Quite literally. I had sworn a terrible purity vow with my parents when I was younger, something about how I wouldn't have sex before marriage. It wasn't even particularly religious, my parents just decided that was how it was meant to be.
It was one of the things we laughed over when we met, laughing and shaking our heads over with my parents silly ways. Learning that you had had quite a number of sexual partners was a bit of a shock of course, but I was confident that you loved me so it wouldn't affect our relationship.

Well, I was nothing if not dedicated. It's certainly not that we didn't WANT to have sex! You were beautiful, a stunning woman/femboy/tomboy who really didn't have an issue attracting people. It was just.. complicated. I had no experience. Absolutely none. I knew my penis grew hard, and I knew that all I had to do was flex my muscles until it eventually went down. We fell in love. We went on cute dates, met each others parents, and eventually you proposed to me(Or I proposed to you, cute either way!). All without you catching so much of a glimpse of a bulge in my panties. It simply didn't matter how packed I was down there, we were in love.

Finally, the day of our wedding, an incredible ceremony, finally leading us to heading to live together in our new home! But what's waiting for you under my dress? Simply the largest, most attractive penis you've ever seen in your entire life!

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Well hello beautiful people of FutaRP! How are you? I hope you enjoyed my prompt as much as I enjoyed writing it! I would love to play it out with you today! I got the idea from this little picture, and decided to adapt it for a futa and whoever you wanted to play as! I'd be more than happy to have a big bottomed femboy, an adorable tomboy, or a stunning woman as my bride/husband! I love alternative power dynamics, so if you are planning to be my wife, I'd love for you to be the one that proposed to me! We can even RP that out as well!
I'd love to hear from you! I don't really read chats, so PM's are the best way to get in contact with me!

[Open to any kind of partner who can play a Futa or a Hung Trap regardless of your real gender]

My special little Farm may look pretty much like every other farm you see in the countryside at first, driving down a long stretch of highway and you turn your head to one side to find a barn with a house sitting in a field surrounded by a fence and such, pretty standard stuff. No one could blame you if you lost interest immediately, but it would be impossible to ignore it once you saw the sign hanging nailed onto the archway for the road leading down to my Farm~

"Futanari Milking Farm" were 3 simple words painted in gold on the signboard, you might've heard about it before but never checked where it was located. Maybe you came here searching for it and expected something a bit...grander for what my little farm here has achieved for the global market. Futa Cum, to everyone's surprise is a great source of nutrients and combined with its super addictive flavour (And a popular rumour that it will increase the size of your dick, still needs to be scientifically proven) it was bound to be a huge hit. Just not as big as I hoped it to be. Originally I sold the "produce" of what I or my close Futa friends would pump out, only for the news of how much people were willing to pay for it blow up in our face the next month. I knew I just had to take this chance for a new business~with weather doing not to well and the previous couple of years' harvest going to mulch instead of shelves and markets, it was high time for a change.

I firstly had to hire some new staff members, specifically Futas but there were some exceptions for really cute males who passed as females. Honestly it's nearly impossible to tell if its a trap is really a trap or a Futa was A-cups or flat chested. Regardless the quality and quantity of semen they produce is what really mattered here, I even sell the products of different kinds of girls. Humans who happen to make up 90% of my workforce, Cowgirls who produce the largest quantity of milk, Elves who occasionally visit to bless me with their loads, Demons and Succubi with their unique flavours, Centaurs, Drows, Bunnygirls, Angels even. It wouldn't be safe to say I've had every kind of 'girl' visit my place before but there will always be an opening for anyone willing to work hard~

I suppose that's where you've come in, your reason for being here could be just about anything really. You wanted to make a lot of cash for doing something you truly enjoy? Simple but reasonable. You're just so overly pent up and produce so much semen that no toy or girl in the city could ever drain you properly? The extra large tank for you. Got kicked out of the family because they think you were some kind of freak for having a prick larger than every male of your bloodline? You will be more than welcomed in my 'family' here~

Whatever your size may be I'm sure we can work something out to help empty your fat sack of nuts for its yummy contents. Glass suction tubes of varying sizes and in various shapes to fit whatever your cock may be. I even have the smaller ones to suck on your nipples too if you're looking to help expand the business even further, breast milk is still a treat of its own. Selling a variety of milk from various kinds of girls helps keep everyone interested after-all. If suction isn't your thing then there's other methods too. Feel free to even masturbathe and jack off in one of the special stables into either a bucket or even a whole tub where not one drop of your cum will go to waste. Maybe you get off on being fucked by someone else~the Handlers who are Futas as well will be happy to help pump your ass full while you fill up those tanks with gallons of hot spunk. Don't be shy to admit how you cum~

If you wish to work for a period of time on the Farm, not to worry about accommodations and all that, I have a ton of spare rooms in my other newly constructed barn designated for Employees Only. Whatever goes on in there though is not my fault if you want to get a little frisky with the Handlers or vice versa~Or even if you want to come in on Weekends as you live in the City or the next town over the horizon is also fine by me.

That being said you have to remember that I'm running a business and you have certain quotas to fufill~depending on your race, age, fitness level, cock and balls size, you'll have to pump out a certain amount of semen or...well I'm getting that cum one way or another~don't make me use my special restraining Milking Machines for it~

But don't worry about that as I have my trusty Handlers to help you!

Claire, my dear cousin who helped started the business with me loooooves to get in on the fun as well. She may look shy but thats because she meets new people and is embarrassed about that staring at her massive bulge hiking up her clothes. But once you sign up for the job she'll be more than happy to help ease you into your workplace and get those milk tanks filled up with your thick seed.

Abigail, practically my first employee not from the family. While I never officially give promotions she's technically my most experienced Handler. She's cheerful and energetic, don't ever be shy to confess your lewd and kinky ways you want to cum. She'll be more than eager to help you whether thats fucking your ass or you fucking hers.

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Wow, I did not expect to write that much and I'm certain I have a ton of grammatical errors all over the place. If you can ignore those mistakes I hope you enjoyed the prompt I've written at least! Basically I'm open to having both Sub and Dom Futas or Hung Traps be my partners. Whether that's asking me to milk your thick hard cock with my own hands or let you have your way with my body, even let me take the wheel and do you in all sorts of style you'll never see in the city~

I'm open to all kinds of girls, Humans, Elves, Demons, Angels, Anthros, Horsecocks, Canine cocks, this and that. I'm looking forward to it~

Kinks: Isn't totally prompt restricted but I'll list them anyways. Blowjobs. Deepthroats. Anal. Impregnations. Excessive Cum. Large cocks. Large ballsacks. Hair Pulling. Name Calling. Spanking. Light BDSM (Collars, Cuffs, Leashes). Mating Press, Full Nelson, Doggystyle. Breast Milking. Cock milking. For more extreme stuff like Hypercocks I can accept up to 24" and hypercum loads has almost no limit, from filling up a bucket to a tub or downright repainting the whole room a thick gooey white.

Limits: Just no scat, piss, gore, snuff, rimjobs or anything super disgusting.

There were two kinds of freaks at Camp Caswell Youth Retreat. There was the standard boring, 'Jesus freak,' and then there was Kelsey.

Kelsey was a tall, pale, eighteen year old goth with black hair halfway down her back, dark, glossy black lipstick and a propensity for wearing lowcut heavy metal band t-shirts that showed off her huge tits.

Kelsey didn't want to be at Camp Caswell, that much was obvious. She did pretty much everything in her power to flaunt the authority of the camp's rules and counselors.

First, most obviously, was her clothes. Kelsey hadn't packed anything that fell within the camp's dress code. All her shirts were black and covered with pentagrams and bands like Slayer.

Once a councilor demanded she take off her satanic shirt. Kelsey looked down on the little man and shrugged. The shirt was halfway past her midriff before there was a sharp intake of breath.

"I meant go change!"

"Hah! What's the matter, fag? Never seen a pair of tits before?"

That was the other thing, she made inappropriate jokes at bible studies. Everyone could smell the pot on her as they, but not she, sang for worship service.

Frankly, Kelsey did not give a FUCK about Jesus or this stupid camp, and she liked flaunting it. If satan himself had sent a messenger to the camp, he couldn't have picked a better than Kelsey.

It was like her body and attitude flew in the face of Christianity and rules. Despite the sun and her readiness to expose her pail skin to the sun, she never burned or tanned. She walked around in black t shirts, but never seemed that bothered by the heat, only sweating just enough to accentuate her lean, hard body and heavy tits.

But maybe, Kelsey's soul is not so black as that? Maybe you can save her? And turn her to Jesus? But be careful. Because Kelsey is packing one, last, throbbing secret, and you might be worshipping on your knees later tonight.

Gwen has been your roommate for the past year. You've more or less known that she's a futa from day one. It's not like she went out of her way to hide it from you. She walks around with tight shorts that show off her thick, soft cock and balls all the time. Her room echoes with the screams of her plowing her latest conquests all the time. That is, they did, until the Covid Virus attacked. The local stores are stripped bare of almost everything, restaurants are closed, and even if they weren't; you're out of work until the government quarantine passes.

There isn't much choice. There's only enough food for a few weeks for one person, or one week for two. A decision has to be made. But, here's the thing; Gwen is producing thick, ropey protein shakes that are just going down the drain and not into your wet, hungry mouth. What a waste! In these lean times, it's time to get down on your knees, stuff that thick futa dick in your mouth and thank her for the meal.

This prompt is open to everyone, but bois have to be VERY femmy. Send me a list of your kinks, a bit about your character (more than just, 'super submissive and shy) and maybe a sample of your writing.