r/dirtypenpals

I have come to realize that I love contrast. Or maybe the better word is surprise? The unexpected.

I mean there’s the obvious. Of course I like looking in the mirror and seeing some 6 ft something man on top of my 4’10” frame. But that’s so obvious that it’s not really exciting to me.

What is exciting is seeing myself straddling a beer-can-thick dildo that is ostensibly wider than my cunt, and then seeing my body slowly swallow it up. Unexpected.

Or coming across one of those couples on here. Some hot man and his hot wife who post sexual things for people to get off to, but who are very clear that they’re monogamous. And yet, as soon as I leave a comment he’s messaging me filth as if she doesn’t exist. A contrast between his public persona and the real him.

Or the handsome DILF who says all the right things and holds all the correct views. Kind, accepting; the rare man who makes women feel safe. But in the comments that he hides from his profile, you’ll find him happily gooning to the filthiest, most stereotypically fucked up kinks that would make his latest Tinder interest sick. Contrast!

So many men I have been with that are rough, mean, degrading, in control. And then as soon as I get on top and slap them or wrap my little hand around their throat, they’re driveling gooners that do what I say.

I feel like we all have that contrast in some way. I’m bookish, a little alt, very quiet and shy. I hate meeting new people, and my friends know me as a prude. But around the right man I’m a disgusting whore. Contrast!

So let’s talk about the contrasts that we love. What would people be surprised to know about you? Any unusual kinks? Have you had any unexpected experiences? Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.

Please start with your asl, maybe a little description, and something about the post. Doesn’t have to be long!

Being a mother to an attractive daughter had been something that had caused me stress for years. Was it bad stress? No, not necessarily, but it was stress nonetheless. The constant arguing because of boys, the heartbreak for my daughter, the manipulation she suffered because she seemed to pick the worst young men. It was constant.

Thankfully, with her now in college it wasn’t quite as constant of an issue. Sure, she had flings and stuff she would tell me about, but going to college three hours from home, I rarely met any of the guys she dated. The few she brought home… they weren’t exactly the type I liked anyway. Meek, passive, buttoned up, it just wasn’t the type of man I thought she would go after.

Honestly, it kind of robbed me of the fun of flirting with these guys. I’d always liked my men on the younger side as it is. 21-24 was my sweet spot. As a 50-year-old single woman who carried herself well, I didn’t have trouble finding myself men. Honestly, it was a little too easy to get a guy, especially one my daughter’s age, wrapped around my finger. It almost defeated the challenge and fun in it, but the sex was usually incredible.

Anyhow, this week was my daughter’s spring break and she was coming to spend it at home with her new boyfriend. I’d not met this man yet, but I had seen photos. I couldn’t lie, he was different from the last few guys. He appeared to be athletic, was handsome, and did not seem to lack any kind of confidence.

Almost immediately upon their arrival at the house, I was taken aback by this young man. He was confident, didn’t shy away from flirting with me in front of my daughter, and even complimented me. In addition, he was a very attractive young man standing at about 6’3” tall. His presence was commanding. I couldn’t help but to lust after him a bit after I was in bed.

That lustful feeling was helped along when I heard my daughter moaning out his name on the other side of the house. Her bedroom just like mine was on the first floor. As I laid in bed listening I heard slapping, gagging, the headboard slamming into the wall. It was pretty clear he wanted me to hear what was happening. Honestly, it made me jealous hearing all of this happening.

The next morning came rather quickly and I awoke to a text message from my daughter.

“Out with the girls all day today. Anthony was going to come, but he’s not feeling well so he’s staying at the house today. Love you! ❤️❤️”

I couldn’t help but to be fascinated by this. I had the house to myself with my daughter’s 22-year-old boyfriend. My stomach filled with butterflies as I got myself up and out of bed into my robe and strode out into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Last night’s performance from my daughter and her boyfriend still replaying in my head as I worked to fix a pot of coffee for myself.

What I didn’t know at this point is that the performance in the bedroom was done intentionally. This young man, he wasn’t just some well intentioned man dating my daughter. He dominated her. He controlled who she talked to, what she wore, how she talked and she loved every second of it. He even fucked other women in front of her just to show her that he could. Now, I was the target he was after. He didn’t stay home today just because he was sick. He wanted me to himself for the full day to break me down and make me submit fully to him even if that meant blackmailing me into it.

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Hey there! Thanks for reading my prompt. If you’re interested, please feel free to shoot me a message and ask any questions you have.

I think it’s best that my character makes the first move on him. He can let me come onto him knowing if he got a photo or short video when I wasn’t looking that he could make me do anything he wanted me to. He’d want to take any and all power from me and be doing so behind my daughter’s back.

I can also see him having brought toys along with him. Handcuffs, collar, leash, spreader bar, gag, stuff like that. I also have a toy collection in my bedroom he’d be able to take advantage of.

I have character references available to share for my character. If you’d like to see them, all you have to do is ask.

Kinks: Restraints, being overpowered, humiliation, degradation, creampies, toys, squirting, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, facefucking, very rough sex, anal, mild pain, collar and leash, gags, blindfolds, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, caging and confinement, outfit control, blackmail, CNC, non-con and more. If you’d like to include something, please just ask. Odds are I’ll be okay including it.

Limits: Blood, bathroom play, public play, animals, striking with a closed fist, body mods

"Daddy...I can't sleep."

Your eyes peel open in the middle of the night to find your girlfriend's daughter beside you. You started dating this bombshell single mother because she was sweet, hot, and had a rocking pair of jugs, and she seemed insatiable for being bred again. But it wasn't until you met her 20-year-old daughter - ME - that you started to have some emotional concerns.

Unlike my mother, I was short, lithe, with a thigh gap, a ginormously puffy pussy, perky jugs, long hair, and a penchant for monster cock. You had seen the men I brought home, seeing the way their cocks pushed into my guts and deformed my belly with their raw girth. You saw my wild eyes as I made them cum inside me, always scaring them with the fact I said I wasn't on birth control. You've even seen me make multiple men pour their seed into a cup so I could drink it.

But right now, I looked alone, frightened, tired, scared, and needing a hug. So, you let me in, and I crawl up to you. My mother on one side, and me on the other of you. I feel your hand touch me as I go back to sleep, and I rest my plump petite ass against your pelvis.

But then, my eyes shoot open.

"Daddy...is that a boner?! Are you hard because of me?"

You stutter and try to play it off, but I'm already shuffling my pajama shorts down to expose my bare ass.

"It's okay daddy, I know what it's like having a beautiful woman against you. Let's go back to sleep."

I feel your cock's outline rest between my perfect ass cheeks, and cum leak from the tip. Now...it's only a matter of time before you fuck me while I "sleep".

Let's just hope it doesn't wake mommy...

Because I want my new step daddy all to myself.

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Hi all! My name is Cara, and I want to do a fucked up, horny, sneaky style roleplay involving a mam being torn between fucking his new 45 year pld girlfriend, and the girlfriend's 20-year-old daughter. I am mostly interested in exploring the following with you:

- Realistic emotions and reactions to the fact that the daughter is hornier, hotter, and more insane than her mother ever could he.

- The awkwardness of swapping between mother and daughter, and the lust a father has for his step daughter, how WRONG but RIGHT it feels. And how this sort of situation makes it okay…sort of.

- POSSIBLE: The daughter is actually a femboy wanting to transition into a woman, and wants her daddy to train her to feel like a woman.

- POSSIBLE: A breakup with the mother watching as you dump her...and start dating her daughter! Could lead to some violence!

Let me know if you are interested and let’s dig in! I am much more interested in a long-term roleplay with emotional complexities. My kinks are varied, and my limits are anything against TOS, body hair, scat, feet, musk, diapers, and anime-logic.

Password to get into my DMs: “You’re tighter than your mother is!"

Thanks for reading, lets get FUCKED UP!

My housemate broke up with her long term boyfriend a few months ago and has reached the stage of bounceback where she's having a lot of hookups to essentially fuck her ex out of her system.

She's having a great time - she's on lots of dating apps and seeing lots of guys. I'm also having a great time getting to be a bit of a perv, getting to glimpse guys as they shuffle off in the monring, or hear them having a fantastic time at night.

I've even enjoyed myself listening in to them enjoying themselves a few times!

But the other night something was different. I'd had the place to myself while she was out having drinks with whatever latest guy she'd matched with and, to make things as un-awkward as possible, I usually try to get myself in my room before she arrives back. Not that anyone would have issue with anything, but just because she tends to get straight to the action when she gets home, and having to pause to say hi to me is no for for anyone!

So I get myself to bed and ready myself to listen in and see whether he latest hookup is any good. Soon enough I hear the door open and I hear her staggering in, followed by some loud kissing and encouragement they should go to bed.

But then I hear more staggering. My housemate likes a drink but she's clearly *properly* drunk this time, so I switch to listening out in case I need to intervene with anything.

I listen to them make their way to the bedroom. And then... Silence.

I strain to listen in case he's just a quiet fucker, but I hear nothing at all. As I start to wonder what the fuck is going on I hear her bedroom door open and someone moving around so I decide to leave my own room and figure out what's going on.

I find an incredibly cute guy still fully dressed seemingly writing a note. He looked up when I walked in a smiled a smile that made me wish I was wearing something sexier than just my pj tshirt and shorts and said hi!

He'd been leaving a note saying he'd had a great evening but that she'd been a bit drunk and had fallen asleep the moment her head touched her pillow. He thought it was maybe a bit rude to still sleep their the night, so was leaving his details in case she wanted to get back in touch.

So here I was with a gorgeous and respectful guy in front of me who I knew must be at least slightly blue balled. What else was I going to do but say something stupid!

'So you're going home disappointed then?'

He grinned and told me he'd had a fun night.

"yeah, but you didn't come back here just to tuck someone into bed did you?"

He genuinely looked confused and I now worry he maybe thought I was trying to trap him. I was oblivious of this at the time though and instead continued saying stupid things.

"Maybe I could make sure you don't leave blue balled instead?"

He still looked uncertain.

"Just, y'know, as a thank you for looking after my friend!"

A few minutes later I had his cock in my mouth. Turns out my housemate hadn't actually been missing out on much, as it wasn't much of a shower OR a grower.

He must've been more blue balled than I thought, as within the space of another few minutes he said he was getting close to cumming. I think he said it so I'd maybe slow down or suggest we switched to something else, but I continued to blow him without pausing.

He had a small cock but fuck did he shoot a massive load of cum!

He offered to tear up the note he'd left for my housemate and gave me his number instead. I told him that probably wouldn't be fair on her. He reluctantly agreed and left.

I'm now wondering whether or not to tell her!

So have you ever taken one for the team, or been the one who's taken a second option last minute? Should I tell me housemate? Let's chat!

(Note This isn't RP, I'm looking to have an actual conversation!)

Do you want to fuck my fertile pussy? Really see how far you can go with an eager little slut? Then I'm your gal!

I want to hear your soft grunts, as your hands grip tightly on my hips and your cock impales me, flooding my womb with your cum. My flush red cheeks realising what you've just done as my eyes lock with yours and the heat of your cum spreads through me.

I want you to roughly grab my neck and bend me over the counter, before running your hand over the little bump that you gave me. My body is twitching as I beg you to fill me up again. Then you tug on my ponytail or keep my hands secure behind my back as you dominate and own me

I want to be heavily pregnant with child, anyone's child, walking around the house with an old shirt just about covering my tits, with cum streaming down my legs. I'm a free use fuck doll that begs and pleads for your perfect cock. Where once I was independent and smart, now all on my mind is the feeling of your cock in my pussy and a baby stretching my belly

I'm open to going in a lot of directions with this, in fact I'd much rather you come up with a unique twist that adds to the fun. Keep in mind, any one sentence messages will be ignored.

You can call me Chloe, and I think I want to focus on the constant act of getting knocked up, or being a desperate slut. Getting knocked up in college. Becoming the talk of the town whilst bouncing on as many cocks as I can, or the feeling of cum spraying my cervix and getting knocked up only a few weeks after giving birth. I want to talk about all things pregnancy and breeding. Tell me how you'll keep me knocked up and barefoot. Tell me how you'll give me babies as you employ me to care for your own. Or tell me how you plan to fuck me in the next alleyway and leave a kid in me, sporadically coming back into my life as my body flourishes with your baby.

My kinks are pretty varied, so don't worry about that. And my limits are pretty standard; Feet, vore, scat, vom, etc

If you want a womb to knock up, I'm your gal. Let's chat

The ICS Arrowhead was truly a massive feat of engineering. A colony ship carrying thousands of souls, heading to the Tau Ceti system to colonize a livable planet there. It would take many years for its sub-light engines to reach its destinations, and so the to-be colonists were put into cryo-hybernation.

Ship systems were run by machines and an unfeeling steward-AI, leaving the ship eerily quiet as the colonists slept in their cryo-comas. However, there were a few reasons to be woken early from hibernation. Be it medical emergencies, or jobs only a human could do, sometimes colonists were actively working on the ship, though their numbers were few.

One such job you could be woken up for was breeding. Sarah could hardly believe it when she initially joined the colony expedition back on Earth... but there it was, in the fine print of the contract. Breeding. See, there were frozen embryos on the ship, but not enough to sustain a viable population. Therefore, good ol' fashioned breeding had to be done.

It was... an odd thought, but Sarah imagined some dashing young man to be the father of her children. Some lithe, muscular rogue, a Prince Charming...

Reality was often different, however.

Halfway to Tau Ceti, Sarah was awoken in her cryo pod. Blue eyes blinked open, frost glistening on her eyelashes. A petite lass in her twenties, she had fertile curve - plump breasts topped by pink nipples, a lithe belly, and wide child-bearing hips. Altogether, a good candidate for breeding.

As she headed to the showers after revival from hibernation, she awaited the reason why she had been awoken. Washing her black hair and fair skin, she imagined Prince Charming was right around the corner...

Only to get her assigned breeding partner on her tablet as she emerged, washed, from the shower, putting on sterile medical tunic, fit for easy access for breeding.

Doug from Maintenance. Fuck.

Hey guys! A pretty young woman in her twenties is woken up mid-journey for assigned breeding. She imagines breeding with some strapping handsome young man... but instead, she gets Doug as he partner.

I imagine him older, stout, strong but portly. Certainly not the man she imagined making a baby with. But perhaps she can look past his gruff appearance, and bond?

(The story is open-ended, so let's world-build and craft something fun together!

As for kinks, I love older men, breeding, big men, and likely more. Limits are anything too gross or illegal.)

All female adventuring groups were quite uncommon, uncommon enough that all the other tavern patrons were not-so-subtly watching the group in the corner, wishing they could hear what was being said. Clarissa, the muscular human paladin slid back into the booth, slapping her arms on the table authoritatively.

“Alright, the innkeeper gave us his usual bullshit about raising rates and high demand and all that.” The other three women in the booth roll their eyes and groan. “So,” Clarissa says undeterred, “who’s sucking him off this time? Draw straws again?”

Elliste, the dark red tiefling warlock with a dress cut “low enough to tease but not enough to be a whore” in her words, raises her hand softly. “I can do it. My patron wants me to make five people cum by this weekend, or else she’ll ‘rain hellfire on me.’”

The third woman, Orla, a bulky half-orc wearing furs that count as the bare minimum of decency, replies with a smirk. “well, I can always help with that.”

Clarissa turns to Elliste. “Did the last time she threaten that she just ended up-“

“Yes, but my ass was sore for two weeks. I’m still not anxious to repeat it.”

Clarissa nods. “Point taken. So, it’s decided, Elliste will take care of the innkeep.” The rest of the women nod. After a moment, the fourth woman speaks up- Triel, a drow wearing form-fitting leather, her pale white hair hidden beneath a cloak.

“That barmaid’s been eyeing us all night. Think we can get her up to our room after, run her through all four of us?” The other women giggle.

After a moment, Orla chimes in, “just the three of you. I uh… I was going to sleep in the stable.”

Triel makes a noise of disgust,

“ugh, at least you have some privacy this time, you know how much I hate that you fuck that wolf of yours.”

Orla shoots back, “right, I know you’d like it better if I dripped wax on him and brought a whip.” Triel reddened but did not respond. After a moments awkward silence, Clarissa, ever the leader, tapped her fingers on the table. “Girls, relax. It’s settled then. Elliste blows the innkeep, Orla takes ‘doggy style’ too literally, and Triel and I test that barmaid’s muff diving skills. Sounds like a good evening!”

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Hi! Thank you for reading all that! This is a story about four horny adventurers and all the hijinx they get up to. So, the most important question is, who are you? The innkeeper? The barmaid? The wolf? A new adventurer eager to join the group? A gang of goblins eager to take advantage of some female adventurers? A GM who’s willing to be all the above and more? Let me know! I’m willing to play all of the women here or just a few, whatever you want!

For kinks I’d say: exhibitionism, voyeurism, group, casual sex, gangbangs, bondage, fantasy interracial/raceplay, dub and non-con, eating pussy, public, sloppy blowjobs, sweat, pubes, hair pulling, strap ons, beasts, double penetration, forced nudity, creampies and cumplay, forced lesbian, and more on my profile!

My only hard limits are bathroom stuff and gore.

Donna is addicted to watching nc porn

When her vanilla husband is at work, and she's taken everyone to school, she would go home, open her laptop, and touch herself while she watches women being used and fucked to orgasm against their will, women held down, tied down fucked by multiple people

She is in the middle of it one day when something comes to the door. She pulls her robe on quickly. Someone flashes a badge, pushes their way in, kicks the door shut behind. She screams when she is pushed onto the dining room table. She is held down, arms up, wrists pinned above her head. A pair of handcuffs are snapped onto her wrists. A hand swipe down on her top, ripping it off her body, baring her tits, then feasted on her flesh while she arches and twist, her body jolted by one powerful sensation after another, her body afire, her mind lost in humiliation and shame.

When she climax, it's the most powerful orgasm she's every experienced.

Before they leave, they pushed a little toy into her pussy, letting it vibrate a little to edge her.

When they leave, they leave her restrained, her arms up, wrists cuffed, her legs spread, ankles tied, her pussy wet, with the little vib half buried. The door is left wide open.

Is is all a fevered dream? The very situation is pushing her to the edge of cumming. Can she wake up from it?

Who is coming through that door??? A group of drunken hunky young men? The old condo handyman? you? A neighbor wife returning the baking dish?

You?

Or do you want to be Donna?

Hey everyone! How’s it going? Good I hope.

I’m 35, and semi literate (it depends sometimes I write two pages worth of stuff). Outside of that, I don’t really mind if you play a female or males characters. Only little caveat is that sometimes if you ask to play a female, I’ll just ask it’s either a futa character or female character that can shapeshift, or use a strap-on. I like penetration, sorry!

Also in the PST zone. My responses vary because of work. But I also love brainstorming, ooc chatter too.

I can play male characters! I also sometimes play futa characters. My bread and butter though is playing as a non binary elf, or a catgirl! I love catgirls honestly. But I love playing a human for the human x monster/anthro stuff.

I love fantasy, urban fantasy, slice of life stuff too. Also I’m into FFXIV. Haven’t roleplayed in that universe in a long time. Super into slow burn romances, and character driven stuff. I forgot to mention this but I’m looking for 75/25 in terms of story and smut. I like writing smut but I hate how people rush me to just get to the sex stuff.

I use discord! But I brainstorm on reddit.

We can also just come up with our own stuff.

Here are some prompts:

* Two exorcists fall in love: in this universe it’s more of an urban fantasy setting. Demi-humans (think kemonomimi) fight alongside humans to help with defeating spirits and demons. For this one, I’d be playing a catgirl and I’m looking for someone to play a wolf boy! Ages for the characters would be around 27-33. This has a lot more lore step up that I’m happy to talk about out.

* catgirl and her eldritch girlfriend: basically a slice of life and some paranormal mixed in. It’s another urban fantasy setting. My catgirl has a crush on your eldritch character, your character on the other hand as a gentle loving possessiveness around the catgirl. Maybe high strangeness happens that pulls the two closer together. I’d prefer for the girlfriend to be a shape-shifter or a futa.

* vampires and the knight: a vampire saves a knight from a demon attack and romance blossoms from an unlikely friendship. This one is more sword and sorcery fantasy.

* knights and loves: this one is a bit more laid back in some respects. ASOFAI has gotten its hooks in me and I would love something in a similar realm. Maybe a knight of renown comes through a sleepy town and locks eyes with my witch character, maybe he’s a werewolf or something.

I’m looking for someone who writes 3rd person and past tense! Multi-paragraphs is fine. Don’t try and shoehorn every kink under the sun, some stories don’t call for everything. Just ask or I’ll ask you. Nothing turns me off more than someone trying to make a character fit every checkmark.

Kinks: anthro/furry, mating press, oral, breeding (no pregnancy), light possessiveness, angst, brooding, cuddles, messy kissing, soft doms, losing yourself in a passionate moment, light spanking, light biting, scratching/marking, blood play (lite), futa, lesbians, werewolf, demons, tentacles, monsters, beasts, dom/switch femboys

Hard no: anal, rimming, gore, pain, death, bathroom stuff

every couple of months or so, i like to go by VS and see if they have any new cute things. i know there's better stores for that kind of thing (CK is comfy as hell and iconic), but im not swimming in money and their stuff isn't very expensive. i dont always leave with something, but it's fun to look around regardless.

it's also fun to notice the other guys there with their girlfriends or wives. the sneaking of glances to see what im considering buying, acting as if they're so natural and discreet about it. it's like the one place that it's relatively acceptable for them to see what this random asian girl's taste in panties is lol. i usually act like i dont notice the attention, just like anywhere else. im used to it, even if im aware of it. walking around the displays, occasionally looking for my size to see if i like it enough to consider buying it.

maybe youre one of those guys and keep finding ways to glance my way, or you find some excuse to follow me when i leave the store. i dont know, i get curious what's going through the minds of guys like that. say hey if it's interesting and wanna explore

into wmaf, maybe nonconsenual

not into bathroom stuff, bdsm, gore, feet

and yes im 18.

You ever looked at some guy in your life and thought about what he would look like in a setting he probably doesn‘t think about himself? How he would look on his knees servicing a cock in front of him?

Naturally most women would think about their partner. Getting in a second guy and watch him telling your partner what to do. But I know a lot of you might also picture your best friend? The fun guy in your office? The guy in your gym?

How he would look on his knees, you putting your hand in his hair. Another man standing in front of you both.

Your hand slowly pushes his head forward. Would he give in and part his lips for the tip or would he try and fight it. Do you need a firm hand or would he give in on what you always expected from him? Do you need to tell him that he should be a good boy? Or do you need to get on your knees next to him? Show him that it isn't so bad to suck a cock. Show him how to turn off the gag reflex.

A man instinctively knows what to do with a cock. Now you can just step back and watch.

Let's dive into your fantasies and psychology. Let's talk.

A coming out party meant something entirely different when almost every male in your family was born an alpha and your family was unimaginably wealthy. It was also just as different when your parents discovered you were an omega. A quick trip to the doctor, suppressants prescribed, suppressants taken daily, and life would go back to normal. No one was the wiser of the fact that you were the perfect match and broodmare for some alpha wandering around the world. So long as your prescription was taken every day you could just be a normal girl like every other beta walking the street.

It wasn’t any different for Sally. Her whole life had been uncomplicated and normal until now. She’d even been permitted to finish university by her parents, who didn’t want her to lean on the alpha’s around her for survival, like so many omegas did. Sally, like her mother before her, was blessed with the omega gene and knew she’d always been taken care of, but it certainly came with its own complications. Barely in control of her own body, if she forgot to take her medication, the reaction was like sitting in a slow boiling pot, and before she knew it, it was too late and she cooked. She could still recall that one, horrific, day when she had finals years ago, as a Freshman. Sally had rushed to class, forgetting to take her pill and barely shoveling a pastry into her mouth for breakfast. By the middle of the test, two of her classmates and her professor were staring her down— her pheromones must have been screaming at them because she could smell them as well. The near stranger had been so sweet and alluring. Her hands had been shaking, barely able to make eye contact with them as she felt the slick fluid between her legs urging her to approach one of them and submit.

Sally had run from the lecture hall with her face red, after the professor told her ’go to the student health center and come back’, but not without undressing her with his eyes as she’d gone. Coming back to the lecture hall hadn’t been easy, her face was still plastered with embarrassment but at least she didn’t smell like walking sex anymore to the few alphas who had happened to be there. A quick shower, a change of clothes, and some medication had made her no different than any of the other female students. It didn’t stop them from knowing what she was now, it also hadn’t stopped rumors from spreading and everyone on campus finding out there was a new omega in the freshman class.

After her name, Sally Green, had landed on an alpha/omega gossip page for the university there was certainly no hiding it. Sally had spent most of her free time at university avoiding propositions from alphas, hiding in her room to study and only ever going to class or the library to check out books. Her sorority house had been a safe haven for her with the few other omega’s on campus also hiding in the massive colonial house. The normal beta sisters had looked at them with pity, jealousy, or disgust. It had been a lot to handle and made Sally second guess her choice to finish school daily. Those years had felt treacherous to someone so young and sheltered.

There was no doubt in Sally’s mind that the very same professor may very well be at the party that night, and perhaps one of the boys who’d stared at her like a medium rare steak all those years ago. Alpha’s who had the means would pay good money to get a chance to scent if someone from Sally’s family was their mate, and that is just what they did. Sally hadn’t looked at the guest list but her mother had seemed so stupidly happy the last few weeks as RSVPs rolled in from all the other important families and other hopefuls.

In her party dress, waiting, Sally cupped her head in her hand’s slouched over the vanity. Hazel eyes glared at the near empty bottle of pills. She hadn’t taken them today and had consequently hidden in her room. She knew the smell she emitted made her father and brothers uncomfortable and her room had been her only sanctuary all day. Surely they were just as uncomfortable as the smell they gave off made her. They didn’t ridicule her for it, but she saw the complicated feelings in their eyes and found it best to just avoid the breakfast table that day. That look had been more common in the days since she got home from university and started her job at her grandfather’s investment firm. The medication was losing its effectiveness as her body fought against it, demanding to be taken care of.

It simply wasn’t natural for an omega to avoid breeding for so long, and Sally was pushing into her mid-twenties now. She was made to be filled with cum and babies, not shuffling papers and calling clients downtown.

It’s time Sally, you’re old enough to find someone to properly meet your needs. The pill wont work as well the older you get, you know this, the doctors warned you. You need to be bred to feel better. Maybe if you’re lucky your perfect match will be there. You know that’s how I met Daddy. Her mother’s voice had been wistful, remembering her own coming out party at a shabby banquet hall on the ‘wrong’ side of town.

Sara had been younger than Sally was now, her family far more eager to reap the benefits of having an omega in the family. Guaranteed superior stock with a higher chance of an alpha or omega gene. And when alphas and omegas ruled the world? Who didn’t want that?

Sara had been incredibly lucky, marrying into such a family. She’d gone from a small apartment, were her unassuming beta parents had lived their whole married lives, to the right side of the tracks. Now Sally’s maternal grandparents wanted for nothing, moved into a guest house on the massive Green property, and taken in as one of their own. They had birthed greatness, the omega that belonged to the eldest alpha son of the Green family.

Her mother had been right about it ‘being time’ and she hated it. Sally had noticed at her new office job, not just at home, the looks she got from very select men. She knew what they were smelling, seeing, and imagining: likely dragging her into the supply closet, pushing up her pencil skirt, and knotting her until sanity returned to both of them. Sally was close to just letting them do it, and that was how she knew more than anything, that her mother was right— it was time. At least if such a thing occurred she wouldn’t get knocked up. That only happened with a mate. Her true alpha, like her father, was to her mother. Only a mate could get an omega pregnant.

Sally looked up to her parents. They were infinitely happy and she could only hope to have the kind of relationship they did one day. Finding one's mate was no guarantee to happiness though. They could hate each other and the prospect terrified Sally— being tied forever to a alpha, the only one who could give her children, merely because their genetics were perfect for each other.

The knock at the door startled Sally, and she turned her head to see her mother glide in. Elegant as ever in a black gown, her brown hair coiffed perfectly on top of her head. The matriarch sat on the edge of Sally’s bed near the vanity where Sally was pouting like a child. “It won't be so bad darling.” Sally couldn’t stand the sympathy in her mother’s eyes but she still sat up and listened. “You’ll find someone that smells delicious and you can help each other… and if you’re lucky…”

“I know, I could meet him.” Sally did her best to keep the venom out of her mouth. How could she admit that was what scared her the most? If she walked out into the party and smelled her mate, her life could very well be over. Her decisions from now on were his. His family was hers, and she would carry his children at his pleasure.

“Whatever happens we will support you Sally. You know your father wouldn’t let you just fall into a bad situation and just leave you there.” Sara seemed to understand the reason her daughter looked like she was going to be sick. They both knew there was only such much Sally’s parents could do though. The laws were firm. If Sally found her mate, he owned her, and Sally could only hope he wasn’t a complete monster.

With a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Come darling.”

Sally had never felt so overwhelmed in her life when she’d walked into the east wing of the house. The door to her bedroom in a separate wing had kept her well away from the guests as they’d arrived and began to mingle with each other. Sally couldn’t even begin to imagine the kinds of discussions they were having when they all knew they were there for one reason: to hopefully get a chance to bed Clark Green’s daughter that night. Just maybe she would choose them and they’d get to share her bed at her pleasure until she found her mate.

Everyone knew this night was ending the same one way or the other when Sally walked into the room in that floor length soft blue gown. Even the shimmer of it reflecting the lights and mirrors on the walls wasn’t enough to distract Sally from the smells and feeling of every set of eyes on her. Even the wait staff with their trays of hors d'oeuvres stared at the young woman with a lecherous look in their eyes. Were they all imagining petite little Sally with her head pulled back by that gorgeous brown hair with their mouth at her neck while their cock was buried inside her? Most likely. That was except for the few women who were no less eager to see if their sons were a match to Clark and Sara’s only daughter. Their stares were at least less lecherous and leaned more towards hopefulness.

Sally knew her face must have soured in an instant, her cheeks flushed when she could smell it. He was here and it washed over her like a warm blanket. He smelled like winter-- cold air, pine, and mint. He was perfection, and she’d not even seen his face yet. It was so strong that it drowned everything else out in the room, a blessing. Fear struck her as her eyes sought out her mother’s who was holding her elbow as they walked further into the clutches of her future.

“Sally, darling, is anything wrong?” Sara’s brows drew together as they approached her father Clark, who was talking to one of Sally’s guests— a man she didn’t even know, like most of the men there. Eyes followed the two women as they moved— so did the smell. Did he smell her too? Was he following her? Would he save her from this awful night, or would she have to seek him out herself when the dancing started?

“Nothing.” Sally lied, quietly, and went to greet her father with a tepid smile.

Looking to play out an A/B/O storyline where alphas and omegas rule the world. I’m looking for this to be a long-term, detailed, story as our two characters get to know each other and deal with their new life as they’re thrown together.

I am open to Sally’s alpha being anyone you like, including close family members if you’re into incest. It would likely be someone she’d not spent a lot of time with recently if you decide to go the family route ( likely a cousin, uncle, or brother away at school, so forth ). Is he that professor? Her father’s best friend? One of her colleagues? A childhood friend? An arch nemesis/bully from High School? Is he excited because he’s waited for a mate for decades? Is he just as upset about this as Sally because he’s been with the same pleasure mate for years now?

I’m also open to this playing out several different ways. Is her new alpha domineering and controlling? Is he sweet and understanding? Tell me what you’d like. Tell me who your character is. Also please feel free to respond with RP immediately if the mood or inspiration strikes you. If you’d prefer to plan first that’s fine, but give me some ideas to chew on too.

Kinks for this Prompt: A/B/O, Fated Mates, Breeding, Heat/Rutting, Knotting, Scent, D/s, Oral ( giving and receiving ), Biting/Marking, and so much more

Want to know more of my kinks and my Limits? ( Please read my limits ), check out my RP Profile Here

Prefer exchanging on discord or Google docs.

“Ayyyiiiii…… Dios miooo…… No!…… Por favor…… duele…… ahhhhh…… unhhhh unhhhhh”

I am pinned face-down on the guest room bed, my thick brown thighs forced wide apart, yoga pants and panties violently ripped down to my ankles. My 34DD tits are crushed painfully against the mattress, dark nipples scraping the sheets as my body jerks forward with every rough thrust of yours. Tears stream down my face, mixing with drool from my full lips, my long black hair tangled in your fist like a leash.

“Por favor……Ayeeeee, papi…… no pares…… hazme tu puta……!”

Your thick cock slams mercilessly into my tight Latina cunt from behind, stretching me open far beyond my limits. Each violent thrust forces a wet squelch as my juices coat your shaft and drip in heavy strings down my shaking thighs. My fat ass ripples and jiggles violently with every punishing slap of your hips, the sound echoing in the quiet house while my best friend sleeps just down the hall.

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My name is Sofia. 25 years old. Newly married… until this morning.

My husband looked me dead in the eyes, told me he was finished, packed his bags and walked out, leaving me completely broken... emotionally destroyed, financially helpless, and without a home. I sat on the floor sobbing for hours before I called my best friend, your wife.

She offered immediately: “Come stay with us. We have a guest room. You are family, Sofia.”

What she doesn’t know is that her husband (you)... the man we all went to college with... has secretly lusted after me for years. He had a massive crush on me back then, but I never noticed. Everyone was shocked when my best friend started dating him and later married him. He said yes to her… but his eyes always burned for my curvy body.

At first he plays the perfect, caring friend. Comforting words, gentle touches on my shoulder. But as days pass and he sees how truly helpless I am, that old obsession turns darker. Hungrier. More dangerous.

He starts watching me constantly. When I cry alone. When I shower. When I bend over in my tight leggings. Until one night, when my best friend is sound asleep, he finally loses control.

No mercy. No warning.

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If the thought of slowly taking advantage of your wife’s devastated best friend... using her helplessness, breaking her down emotionally, then hate-fucking her rough and deep until she’s addicted to betraying her best friend on your cock... makes you throb… message me.

Password: “She was always meant to be mine”

Kinks: Non-con/rape fantasy, rough sex, power imbalance, degradation, cheating (on best friend), corruption of an educated girl, size difference, breeding risk, risky sex in the house, emotional manipulation.

Hard limits: Scat, gore, underage, animals.

Hey! I’m looking for a long term Avatar RP partner (ATLA / TLOK inspired).

I want to build a story set in the Avatar world that we can really grow over time. The idea is a mix of romance, drama, action, and overall story progression. I’m totally fine with things getting more mature as long as it fits naturally into the story and both of us are comfortable.

I’ll be playing a male waterbender (ice focused), but I haven’t decided his name, personality, or backstory yet since I’d like to build that alongside you. You can create your own OC however you want . any bending type, background, personality, etc.

Plot wise, I’d love something long term where our characters start off as strangers (or even at odds) and slowly build a relationship while dealing with bigger world events. Maybe something like:

- spirits acting strange

- bending becoming unstable

- or some kind of larger threat we uncover together

I’m mainly looking for:

- Someone interested in a longterm story (not something that dies after a week)

- Someone who enjoys character development and slow burn romance

- Someone who’s okay with expanding the story a lot (maybe even marriage, kids, future arcs, etc. if we get that far)

One small preference: I’d feel more comfortable if my RP partner is single IRL, just to avoid anything feeling awkward or causing unnecessary drama.

About me:

- 23

- CET timezone (but you don’t have to be)

- I prefer using Disc since I’m more active there

- OOC chat is totally fine but not required

If this sounds like your kind of RP, feel free to message me 🙂

Kinks:

Thigh highs, Facials (giving), blowjobs, mutual masturbation, spanking (giving), kissing, cuddling, romance, public/risky, aftercare, footjobs (if clean), anal (giving), big tits (not crazy massive), thighs, high heels, face sitting (receiving), DD/LG, Wholesomeness and if it’s not in my kinks im probably okay with it. And nothing is a must (more things can be added and if you’re not sure if I like something or not feel free to ask!)

Limits:

gore, vore, scat, blood, vomit, armpits, piss, hardcore bdsm, non con, musk, Unrealistic sizes, watersports, rimming, gaping, and things that are similar to these.

You were on the thinner side, cute and tall! I was on the chubbier side, pretty and short-stacked! I worked at the library, casual and social enough to keep me comfy. I was usually at the front desk..and that’s when you saw me for the first time! You hadn’t been in before, maybe just there to pick something up for a friend, to use a computer, to sign up for a card..doesn’t matter. You didn’t even know if you necessarily needed anything from the front desk anyway but you could see my curvy waist from a mile away..and involuntarily walked over.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen bigger girls before, something about me just flipped a switch in your head though! The way the long dress I wore hugged in the right places, just accentuated everything you needed to see. You could see the immaculate curve of my breasts in the top, the shelf of my booty in the back, wide hips in the front, you could even see the print of my tummy in the dress, drawing attention like any other curve.

I cut away from co-worker conversation to smile and give a little, “Hii!”

After helping you + some casual chit-chat, obvious flirting and little lip bites from me, you leave. I somehow ended up with your number scribbled on a sticky note tucked in my pocket! Cut to later in the evening, you’d invited me out and now we’re sloppily making out in the back of an Uber going to your place~? Up to us, totally up to play around with this plot and do a lot of customization!!

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hiii, my names anne, im 19. i usually play a character pretty similar to me, just cause it’s easier for me to write about. im chubby, bbw, thick, curvy! everyone seems to have a different definition hah. thick thighs and wide hips, nice ass and ultra soft titties hah !! cup size is about 40D. I also have curly brown hair, with lots of freckles, big glasses (when they aren’t lost lol) and baby blue eyes. if that gives u an idea ;0 im just here to rp some sexy stuff lmao. I like lengthy replies (1-3 paragraphs) with deliciously tempting dialogue. also no one liners pls and thank u. hmu if ur interesteddd, i can play on reddit or discord <3

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turn ons - jealousy/possessiveness, anal, ass eating (recieving), sex toys, groping, praise, spanking, outfit control, public sex, messy blowjobs, recording, makeup/“ruined” makeup, temperature play, girl/girl ass humping, free-use, established relationships and stoned sex!

turn offs - piss, scat, feet, abuse, beast, body shaming (just ask about any specific kinks dw)

Admit it, it's crossed your mind:

Weren't things better back in the day?

You're a young (or old) man, and despite living in 2026, you've found yourself pondering how much better domestic life could've been in 1956 ('66? '76?). Maybe you also find yourself asking "why can't we couple modern looks and aesthetics with traditional values?" Feminism and "modern" relationships have left you feeling lonely, powerless, and, at worst, guilty simply for the "crime" of being a straight, "cisgender" man.

Wouldn't it be a joy to have a woman with a truly "old-fashioned" sense of femininity to her? Waking up before you to do her makeup, constantly at her most prim and proper appearance, never to be found in a pair of disgusting pair of sweatpants or sneakers. Back when women lived only to raise strong, confident, masculine sons, care for the needs and desires of her husband, and ensure that her nails are long, lipstick is perfect, and skirt is unwrinkled. When women smoked because it was the ladylike thing to, and were obedient to their husband's every command. This is the femininity that I grew up with and still embody at 39 years old, it's the femininity my 2 sons will come to expect out of their ladies, and I'm sure it's the femininity that you secretly crave your woman to embody as well.

I'm looking for a like-minded male who is interested in having a conversation about this type of woman. Maybe you have some questions around what it would take to have this sort of woman in your life? Or, more simply, you seek to simply learn a bit more about how I've managed to be the perfect feminine ideal for the past 4 decades of my life. I love a conversation or a Q&A. Either way, I want to hear from YOU.

My kinks of note are anal play/plugging (and the light scat that can be involved with it), incest (especially mother-son and grandmother-grandson), traditional shows of femininity (long nails, smoking, etc.), twerking, "younger" men (like my son's friends), homophobia, female submission, raceplay, and conversations that are "less sexual, more sensual and meta." My limits are blood, watersports, being YOUR mother, and submissive men. I am NOT looking to roleplay in particular, but talk about thisz

The echoing boot steps thudded through the metal corridors like the low rumble of thunder, he knew there were only a handful of seconds before soldiers flooded his location. Eyes darting left and right, he spotted a ventilation louvre on the wall, just large enough for a body to slide into. Pulling free the grate, agent Carraday lowered himself into the ductwork, sliding the grate back into place just in time to watch eight men with assault rifles charge by.

“Hurry! He’s down here somewhere!” one of the soldiers called out as they ran down the corridor. Agent Carrady smirked to himself as the men’s footsteps faded into the background of ringing claxons. It wasn’t terribly difficult for an agent of his caliber to reach this point in the base; a few laser trip wires, a hacked terminal, and a stolen access badge from a now incapacitated guard were so far the only real obstacles he had to overcome. He had a feeling that the worst was yet to come, especially now that a security lockdown shut out the only elevator that reached this level of the missile base. From the plans he had studied, he knew he was over 400’ beneath the surface structures. The Axis of Iron was smart to mine their base this deep beneath the mountain – they were far beyond the reach of any bunker buster bombs. This infiltration mission was the only hope for preventing more wars.

Agent Carraday silently climbed out from the vent, regretting leaving the refrigerated air it blew over him. Being 400’ down meant mechanical ventilation was the only thing preventing the chambers of the subterranean base from heating to well over a hundred degrees. Even with the vents blowing cool air, agent Carraday was dripping bullets of sweat. Wiping his brown, he took off running to his destination – the missile control mainframe.

He poked his head around the corner, two guards waited with guns drawn. His flash bang clanked down the corridor before enveloping the hallway with bright light. Carraday rushed around the corner, dropping the dazed guards with a handful of blows. They’ll recover, but not without a concussion and several months of rehab for their broken bones and joints. He swiped his stolen access badge at the terminal next to the door, and calmly walked inside.

The barrel of a 10mm Sig Sauer greeted him on the other side. Carraday raised his hands and froze.

“You’re too late, I’ve already begun the launch sequence,” the gruff voice that had taunted the agency boomed at Carraday. Mikael Pentrov had been waging a shadow war against the entire world, taking every available opportunity to gloat via video message over the success of his operations. He had instigated countless acts of unrest in the middle east, crashed the global economy with an energy crisis, and initiated numerous proxy wars, all without leaving any trace of the Iron Axis’s actions, save the taunting remarks sent directly the agency. His fatal mistake was acquiring the plutonium for his missiles from China – the agency had long established robust tracking for every gram going in and out of the country.

Carraday’s eyes drifted to Pentrov’s hip, the prime security card hanging from his belt.

“Ah, you think this will stop me? It takes two to people to abort the launch. Unfortunately for you, agent Carraday, there soon won’t even be one man…”

A deafening bang rang through the chamber, echoing off the metal walls. Pentrov looked down, blood beginning to soak through his white, linen suit. He

collapsed to his knees, revealing to Carraday another figure that had stepped out from behind a server rack.

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Hello! Thanks for taking the time to read through this lengthy prompt!

The premise here is a play on the spy-vs-spy motif. We are from competing agencies, having run into each other on previous missions. Sometimes we had a share goal, other times we were adversaries. In this moment, the bad guys have initiated a missile launch that will start World War III, the only way to stop them is for two people to abort the missile launch together. The catch is that the abort signal must be initiated every hour, meaning our heroes will need to stay in this chamber to prevent global destruction. This isn’t a strict “sexy people have sexy sex” prompt; I’d like to build a fun story including some action packed scenes, but of course including time for the characters to get busy with each other!

Some ideas that I envision us exploring in this prompt:

- How do the heroes pass the time between needing to enter in the launch abort signal?

- How do they deal with the remaining bad guys that wander the missile base looking for them?

- What sort of dynamic/history do these two spies have? Were they lovers in the past, did they have passionate hate-fuck sessions after completing missions?

Kinks I enjoy (all are up for discussion for inclusion): dom/sub, mutual masturbation, orgasm control, body worship, bondage, oral, anal, feet, cum play, size play, pegging, body hair, and many more!

Limits: Incest, animals, scat/piss, pregnancy

Hope you find this prompt interesting! If you do, please send me a message with a little bit about the character you’d like to play and your kinks/limits. I’m also very open to discussion on plot points, so feel free to bring creative ideas with you!

Thanks for reading this far down! Talk to you soon!

At just 20 years of age, Jeremy's aspirations are grand. He looks to become a great lawyer one day and that means spending more time in books than playing some pool with his old man.

Everything is costly and so, to save some money, he lives with me rent free.

it suits us. the house is spacious and we both rarely find ourselves at home. There's enough privacy that when I have a date, there's space for my only son to not hear the sounds of lovemaking.

jemery as well has the freedom to be with you.

For all his successes of getting into a good college, gaining recognition and awards, and choosing a hard career over relying on my money, you're - in my opinion - the jewel of his life.

The one thing that makes Jeremy the envy among his friends and makes me a bit guilty for as admitting how gorgeous and sexy you are.

"dad"

"yeah?" I call from downstairs as I was lining up the eight ball with the side pocket. "what's up?"

jeremy, with his satchel, calls down. "I have to get to class but she's stopping by to get something. just letting you know"

I shiver runs down my spine. the thought of you is enough to make me feel the electricity in my body.

"no worries, Jer. good luck in class"

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hey DPP!

I set up a general prompt so we can explore and build on it.

let's brainstorm and see where this goes.

long term or short. 1st or 3rd.

kinks: cheating, pregnancy risk, size difference , flirting, dirty talk, grinding, cuckolding, and many more.

Hey all,

I’d love to have a chat with someone about the CFNM based dynamic me and my twin sister have fostered especially after we moved out for college together a few years back!

We’ve always been close but she was always a bit of a social butterfly compared to my introverted nature. This translated into the way our peers and family treated us, with my sister being more sought after and also treated as more mature. This translated to her getting more privileges than me, for example newer phones, unrestricted devices and more.

Both of us were equally as smart as each other though and so with how close we were, it made sense for us to go to the same college together and even ended up in the same block of dorms. Our first instance of CFNM started soon after when she walked into my (stupidly unlocked) dorm after I was sorting myself out after a shower. She caught me butt naked and I was wearing headphones so couldn’t hear her so she got a full show for about 10-15 seconds before i realised!

Things progressed from there and now it’s totally normal for her to walk into my room and sit on my bed whilst I’m butt naked and talk like things are totally normal, or casually walk into the bathroom to do her makeup whilst I’m showering! Our CFNM based dynamic is unfair - I’ve never ever seen her body in any way at all, but I think it works for us!

So I’d love to have a chat with someone about our dynamic and also hear about any similar experiences of yours? I’d also be open to RP’ing a scene if you’re interested too.

Message me if interested!