[This is entirely fictional. I am an adult seeking an adult for roleplaying. All characters are 18+. Etc, etc.]
[Addendum for anyone interested in M4F. As I’ve mentioned in several other prompts where it is contextually appropriate I am willing and interested in playing male characters. While I initially thought of this story as F4F, and will be writing the prompt as such, should you prefer I play a man this one would be easy enough to rework.]
One of my greatest passions when it comes to roleplaying is all of the initial creative work that comes before the roleplay itself. I love talking with my partner to craft our characters, their histories, personalities, and lavishly detailing the world and culture in which they live. Also – and this will come as no shock to anyone who even glances at my previous prompts – I have some specific interests on the kink side of things for which I am equally passionate (more on that soon). I’m surprised to have never considered this before but I’d like to try a story which wholly incorporates those kink interests into the history, meaning, etc of the characters themselves. In all my previous stories the creative side of things and the kink side of things, while both are always present, just sort of happen to occur together without much connective tissue between them. Ergo, here we are with me attempting to give a character some reason and history behind my kink.
And what is that kink? I hear you patiently asking. Well, to be blunt: breasts. Anything related to breasts, really, but to be specific I have an overwhelming fixation on exceptionally large natural breasts and with breastfeeding as a sensual act. (What I mean by that is not breastfeeding as in any sense of age play but rather as a physical intimacy itself akin to making love.)
**Searching To Reclaim The Passion Of A Lost Love**
Being accepted into art school was a dream come true for Alicia yet in many ways it filled her with as much apprehension as it did joy. Throughout her entire youth she had been plagued by issues of anxiety and depression, and while she had dealt greatly with them over the years vestiges still remained. While becoming a professional artist was something she had always dreamed of and knew getting into that college would be a phenomenal next step in her development the thought of being in a crowded competitive studio environment brought up all her old fears again. To help ease her into things long before her actual classes at the college began Alicia enrolled in a small private life drawing course. And it was there that she ended up meeting… her.
She was one of the models for the life drawing sessions. Despite the fact that she was then more than twice her age – Alicia having just turned nineteen – she thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had a loving gentleness that was writ upon every inch of her body, and being the life model ‘every inch of her body’ was exactly what Alicia saw from the first day they met. She also happened to have the largest breasts she had ever seen.
Alicia had never had a particular interests in breasts. That is to say no more so than anyone else. Thinking back on this years later she came to believe it was because of her own rather substantial endowment. Even at the age she was then Alicia had a bust that was significantly larger than any of her peers, and indeed that of many of the older women whom she knew. In truth their size had contributed to her body image issues, which again likely pushed them further from associations of beauty in her mind. The model however had an endowment which dwarfed Alicia’s to an extent that was bordering on the absurd. Perhaps it was the absolute confidence with which she carried herself, or the fact that she had never beheld anything else like them, or perhaps it was simply because they were a part of her, but from that first moment Alicia was as captivated by her body as she was by the woman herself.
They spoke after classes. A fast friendship developed. That friendship, despite the wide gap in their ages, quickly turned romantic. The romance was as intense and passionate as it was fleeting. Both knew, for all the obvious reasons, that it would never last. Yet for Alicia it was her first true love and left an indelible mark upon her mind and heart.
That was many years ago. Alicia has grown and matured as a woman in many ways. That first relationship though was a formative experience for her. From the model she had learned to love and accept herself in ways her emotionally fraught adolescent mind never thought possible. Yet that was not the only mark the relationship had left upon Alicia’s mind. Ever since that first love she found herself invariably attracted to women with only the most extraordinary of endowments.
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In broad strokes I’m thinking this story will likely center around Alicia’s searching for a way to reclaim not only the passion but depth of meaning of that first relationship. Which, naturally, in her mind has become inexorably linked to exceptional endowments and nursing. Although if you have other ideas of how this could play out, places this set up could go, I am more than open to hearing them. As I said crafting all of these details with my partner is what I love most, so, please if inspiration strikes don’t be afraid to share.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hxf46n/f4f_searching_to_reclaim_the_passion_of_a_lost