Category: eroticliterature

Chapter 1

I led in bed with one eye open, a piercing white hot pain coursing around my skull and my forehead and chest faintly glistening with the Jameson frantically trying to escape my body. The curtains were drawn but sabres of light pierced through the gaps that I could not muster the energy to fix. A precariously balanced glass of water on my bed stand seemed to hold little appeal despite my desiccation. 

  Momentary pain relief arrived as a grin made its way across my face. Murky memories of a great night in a small expat enclave whose inhabitants traded freely in oil, alcohol and extra marital affairs. Not necessarily in that order but at that time all in sellers markets. Much like my insides and the landscape surrounding me, my sex life had evaporated and weeks had long since turned into months. Long distance had exposed gaping wounds in a since abandoned relationship and I now found myself surrounded by an abundance of work and a dearth of single or interesting women.  Read more »

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You will pick up where you left off on a sunny day in summer, 48 hours after one-on-one contact becomes legal once more. He’ll have changed. Gained a little weight, become pale, grown out his hair. He’ll have a slightly wide-eyed look. When he speaks he’ll struggle for words more often than he ever did before.

You’ll go to your bedroom. There’s traffic on the road outside. You can hear it. There’s voices. At first you’ll fuss around each other, avoiding the moment of touch. You’ll make him a cup of tea. He’ll remove his tie. Sit awkwardly on the edge of your bed.

When it does happen everything will feel like it did the first time. Unknown territory. He reacts to your touch, draws up into it, presses close to you. Before, when you saw each other once a week, you rarely kissed. This time you will kiss extensively, extravagantly, silently except for your breathing.

You will be able to smell him. A pleasant scent like whisky. You remember that scent from before, where you would catch it sometimes in the crook of his neck or an armpit or his chest. But it was never so strong. The only person you will have smelled for a hundred days, at this stage, is you. Read more »

I’m ashamed to admit I broke quarantine, but I don’t regret it for a second. He knew what I wanted, there were no illusions about why I showed up at his doorstep. There never are. And god, he delivered. More than ever before. He devoured me as if I was the first meal he’d encountered in weeks. In those moments, I was the only thing he could possibly think about, and it showed. My body made him completely crazy, and he treated it in kind. I wanted to drown myself in the beads of sweat that dripped from his brow onto my ribs. It was a miracle that my legs were able to carry me out of that room. It’s been days since, and still my toes curl at the thought of it. If he could hear the moans I slip out in my bedroom, they would be familiar to him. If only he knew the name my lips call out for when I find myself alone in the night. My entire body reacts to the sound of his name, the thought of his voice. He has ruined me, and he has no idea what he has done. It is late now, and as I remind myself of his touch I cannot help but whisper his name into the darkness, praying that the city carries my plea to the ears of the man who has overtaken me.

Hey yo, just another random user among all these other peeps. You may or may not notice me lurking around the chats, acting cringy as fuck every once in a while but that’s just me being myself. And like everyone else here, I am obviously looking for a role-play. Currently in the mood for some thick plots with thick thots, vanilla or otherwise with some rough play. Dark, kinky… or whatever theme you can think of or all at once if its even possible. Message me your ideas. Must be able to write at least 2+ paragraphs though more is always good. Sample of your work is a plus too. 60/40 story to smut ratio.~

Ideas I have in mind:

Scenario 1 is about a deadbeat employee who wants to sabotage a conference his ex female superior is attending. He was able to create a perfume for women that can cause men in a close vicinity to lose all sense of control makes them engage in a primal lust for the target. Basically an airborne viagra. However on accident, he activated the device which sprayed on the woman and he was the closest to smell it Read more »