Unlimited Erotic Ideas! (female writers required)[NSFW] 1/7

JackStalker

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Hi!

I'm an experienced erotic story writer/rp'er who is looking for long or short term stories which favour erotic scenes
. At least three paragraphs per reply and a posting rate that allows for at least one reply a week (hopefully more).

I am looking for a female player to play the female character image in most of these ideas. (Their personality is up to you). I am simply looking to RP opposite an image which I find attractive for the story. I am also more than happy for my character to take on whatever appearance you would like in return. I also look forward to hearing your ideas and suggestions, so that we can try to craft a tale which appeals to both of us.

All characters in all ideas are to be portrayed as being at least 18 years old (and will often be much older, depending on the face claim).


Please check my Ons/Offs (at the bottom of the thread) and PM me if you are interested/wish to discuss anything! Thanks!

Please note: I only write in Game threads, NOT in Pm's.



STORY PROMPTS/ IIDEAS

RED HANDED

Chloe Morgan had simply meant to slip into the kitchen to get herself something to eat. However she had found herself alone the house for once and one thought led to another as she waited for the soup to warm up. Her fingers slid down her body, tenting her leggings, as she drove them down below her waistband and began to finger herself.

She was soaking, having woken up with the knowledge that she'd already suffered obscene twisted sexual dreams during the night. Now that dawn was here and she was awake, she couldn't help herself. She wanted to make those dreams a reality.

The object of her lust was driving her crazy and she wasn't sure how long she could last without making them aware of how she felt, but it was all so wrong... she should just carry on abusing herself with her fingers, it was easier to do that then confess how she felt.

And then the choice was torn away from her, as she heard a sound that meant they were there, that they had been watching her vigorously finger her slit inside her leggings, perched on a still, abusing her tight young cunt while whispering their name.

She'd been caught red handed, and that made her soak herself even more in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Were they going to chastise her, punish her or simply fall upon her like a feral lust fuelled animal and give her the brutal fucking she so rightly deserved for her wicked sinful thoughts?

We decide who has caught her in the family home. A relative, friend, neighbour?

DRIVEN

Rosamund Parker was a little tipsy, and she was glad to be getting a lift home. The party had been terrible, but the one consolation was that she had secured a ride home with the main subject of her attentions.

She'd been flirting with them all night long, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs, until she'd actually snuck away to relieve herself, her thighs dripping with want and her pussy drenched against her panties as she imagined what they might do to her, should they realise how badly she wanted them to fuck her.

Now she was in their car and while she was pretending that everything was normal, she was gushing and knew how wet she must have been making their leather seats.

Already she was messing up the directions, making sure they took a long while to get him, pushing them towards more secluded roads. Then finally she blurted out how much she was into them, how badly she wanted to fuck them, and that they should simply park up somewhere... the road into the woods, some dumpster filled alleyway, an underground car park, or even some driveway to a house they'd never been to. They needed to find somewhere, anywhere, so that her desperate need to fuck them could be satisfied.

We decide who has driven her into a lust fuelled frenzy. A relative, friend, neighbour, work colleague?


WHO IS IT?

Keira Knight had been studying hard, but she lacked focus.

Lately all she could think about were the people in her life that she wanted to fuck, but that she was too shy and timid to approach. Instead she spent her time in her room, fantasizing and finding release online, engaging in filthy exchanges with strangers that she would never have the guts to do in reality.

Then the knock came, it was a muffled voice calling her out, telling her that they were the person she'd just been fucking with words online.

They'd found her.

Her heart raced with Adrenalin, her mind buzzed with shock and confusion, her thoughts were scrambled, and the tight young slit between her thighs soaked with excitement and anticipation as she felt herself drawn towards the door.

The obscene things she'd spoken about, the sex acts, the depravity, now they were all seconds from becoming a reality, but who with, who was there?

We decide who is at the door, family, friend, work colleague, stranger.


UP ON THE ROOF

Emma had been slipping up to the roof to clear her thoughts and get some space to study, but after a while she had noticed that someone was spying on her. She wasn't sure what they were doing, but it happened more than once over a few successive nights. She began to imagine that they were perverted, watching her, imagining what they would like to do to her, thinking about getting hold of her on that roof and making her scream with pleasure.

She started to touch herself, masturbating openly over the past few nights. Leaning back against a wall, or leaning against the edge of the roof, even lying down to shove her hand down her shorts to rub one out. She was regularly soaked now, not even sure if she was still being spied on, simply using the opportunity of her alone time to pleasure herself before heading back to her apartment below.

Getting away from her Noisy brother and sister, who she was flat sharing with, was a blessing, she didn't want it to end.

Them one evening as the light was fading and she had just finished coming on her fingers, the voice rang out and she knew her illegal forays to the roof were over and done with.

Or were they?

Who found her? A neighbour in a taller building who watched her through a window opposite? A neighbour in this building who heard her? The landlord? Her brother or sister? We decide.


HANDLING THE STRESS

Racing was Tricia's McClouds life, but after she laid eye on the member of her new team she couldn't stop thinking about them. Out on the track she was a mix of pumped with Adrenalin, and soaking from thinking about what they could be doing. Whether on the track or at some event, whether in the pits pre race going over the vehicle, or heading to or from a TV interview or team meeting, no matter where she was.

She was thinking about sex.

Soon it became necessary to get herself off before and after a race, just to enable her to focus on things.

Then it became a reality when she learned that the team member was in the same frame of mind as she was. Now the fantasy and imagined couplings were a real opportunity to fuck. Who was the person responsible for her depraved attitude and actions? Pit crew? A Race girl? A dedicated fan? Race manager? Tech crew? Engineer? We decide.


THANK GOODNESS ITS FRIDAY!

Keira Knight had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. Stealing business secrets to sell to rival companies, everything in her life was on the brink of destruction. Her job, her apartment, her future with the company. When the blackmail started she had no choice but to comply.

Each Friday it was a different location. A hotel, a motel, sometimes the back of a cab or the inside of a dingy alley, occasionally the park, a car park, an empty office at work.

Whenever the call came through she had to comply if she wanted to keep her job. All day every day she gave out orders to others, used her assistant to run errands, kept the boss happy and did her job.

Then every Friday they summoned her to a new location to fuck for her job... and the sickest thing was, she looked forward to it! She liked it! She had grown to crave those meetings like she was a cheap whore.

Every time she had been blindfolded though. That was the deal. She never saw who abused and used her body, making her come hard in their fingers, tongue and cock. In the throes of ecstasy she couldn't even be sure that it was a real cock or a dildo.

Tonight was different, tonight she'd been told no blindfold. She was going to see who had been fucking her brains out for the past six weeks. Who is it? A work colleague, rival, family member, part of her work team, a boss, security? We decide!


THE MAIN EVENT

Moving back to the city after a failed relationship and losing her job, Keira Knight had no choice but to beg to live with them.

Fortunately they had stepped up and offered her a room at their place. She'd leapt at the offer, and to begin with it worked out great, for all involved.

Then she started to look at them differently.

The more time she spent there, the more she thought about them. Finding places to get off when they were out, fingering herself in the shower when they were in. Even finding reasons to talk to them while she was abusing her body, words through doors, over the phone, anything to make the self pleasuring more intense.

Then the party came up and they both had invites, so decided to go together.

She took to long getting ready, deliberately, then when they knocked on the door, looking to see if she was ready, all she could think to say was 'Come inside'...

...as she dropped the sheet and revealed that the only thing she had been getting ready for was to fuck.

She didn't care about their partner (if any) or their relationship (if related), she just wanted to fuck them and she was done waiting and done being coy about it.

Who are they? We decide!


SAFARI SO GOOD!

On a Safari in Africa, Keira Knight found herself falling hard for them. Out in the wilderness with a few crew for the photo shoot she was on, and a few security, bearers and guides, she was in an exotic situation, with exotic people, far from home.

And every time she looked at them she got wet. Soaking. Drenched in more than sweat from the heat but in a rising animalistic desire to be taken, or to take them. Emotions in turmoil as she fought to try and control herself.

Then an opportunity came. Were they alone at the camp, together in the land rover, perhaps out alone scouting for good locations as they searched for that perfect spot... a small waterfall in some recess in the jungle, perhaps a cliff top, maybe a prairie with a view to the horizon. Or even a small native village, abandoned to progress and now just a backdrop for whoever wandered into it.

Whatever the excuse she was devoted to finding a time and place to fuck them, assuming they weren't thinking the same thing... and had decided to fuck her first.

Who are they? We decide!


MODEL SUBJECT

When she learned she was going to get a gig with one particular photographer, Alexa practically creamed herself.

Sure, they had a decent reputation, but that didn't matter to her. They were her go to for masturbation fantasies and now she was going to be in a shoot for them?

Gathering a selection of outfits, lingerie, swimsuits, she turned up early and waited for them to turn up and tell her what they wanted. She had to rub one out before she left of course, otherwise she would have been soaking when she got there.

It didn't help.

She was still creaming herself as she waited for the photo shoot to start. Wondering if she was going to get the hard fucking she wanted, wondering if they selected her from her agency because he wanted her for a particular set, a special look, to model in a certain way...

...or because they wanted an excuse to get her close, strip her down and fuck her brains out.

There was no one on lighting, no assistant on make up, no one running errands. It was going to be just her and them. Camera clicking away, eyes leaving hot trails on her flesh and her pussy weeping while she drenched herself thinking about them.

Who are they? Male, female, related, an ex, a friend, a stranger? We decide!

THE ADULTERESS


Naomi Weathers shrugged off her husband with a smirk. She told him she had a few things to attend to in the kitchen, that he should entertain the guests, that she would be along soon. She was lying of course. It was a rather busy evening so far, with a small gathering of friends and associates, and she'd been working hard on prepping the dessert.

She'd actually spent more time on that than on cultivating her marriage. She was done with her husband, but she was only just starting with her lover. The moment her husband left the kitchen she moved to the back door, opening it to see her lover standing there.

She told them they had five minutes to make her come, but she knew it wouldn't take that long.. she'd been drenched all through the main course, waiting for this opportunity.

Later, with the party over and the guests gone, she would be awake and waiting. Sitting cross legged in the Kitchen, perched and listening for the tap on the window, the tap which would signal her to open it so her lover could come in and give her a proper seeing to, before she slunk back to her marital bed.

The next day she would meet them, slipping away from work, going wherever they said. So it went, with her in the driving seat of their sinful affair, then her partner. Every day was an adulterous paradise of sex and sin, desecrating and defiling her marriage in the name of hot, frantic, urgent sex... with someone who drove her wild.

Who is that? We decide!

THE THERAPIST


Dr Naomi Watson sat in her office, dreaming about sex.

They had come to her for help with their sex addiction. She knew it was wrong, but getting them to open up about their sessions an encounters left her soaked to the core. Every. Single. Time.

She had to sit opposite their client, nodding, agreeing, discussing... all the while drenched between her thighs and wanting to fuck them, wanting them to fuck her.

It was wrong, indecent, immoral and against her ethical code, but she had to have them. It wasn't enough to talk about it, she wanted some of what she had heard. she wanted it done to her.

Suggesting that they ween themselves off multiple partners and focus on one was easy. Now she had to focus that sexual energy her client had onto her. It was going to be easy enough, she figured, as her client had been openly flirting with her since day one, she could see in their eyes that it wouldn't take much to tip them over the edge, pushing them into a wicked sinful and principle breaking affair with their Therapist.

Who is her client? We decide.

THE HITCHHIKER

Naomi Williams wasn't as hot as she was in her youth, but she still had killer looks, enough to get her a ride as she headed to Vegas for reasons unknown.

She really hadn't expected the person who picked her up to be so hot, so attractive, so desirable. She was wet within a minutes, ten minutes later she was squirming in her seat and ready to pull over.

The roadside, a wooded area, a hidden stretch of off road track behind some boulders, an alleyway, even a motel or a grass verge, it didn't matter where... she just wanted to fuck her way to her destination, it was only fair she pay for the ride. She was ready to do whatever it took.

Who picks her up and with what? Does she know the person? Related? Stranger? We decide.

THE TENNIS GAME

Naomi Waters had agreed to play tennis with them, but she hadn't taken into account how hot they would look in their tennis gear, or how turned on she would be by the end of the match.

Her heart was racing, her Adrenalin pumping and the wet heat between her legs had left her drenched... and not only in sweat. Going into the changing rooms her panties were a sodden dripping mess... and she couldn't take her eyes off her partner.

Still, they hadn't simply been playing for fun, the loser was going to give in to a forfeit. She'd assumed it would be springing for lunch or something, but now?

Now that forfeit could be anything, couldn't it?

Who is her partner? Boss, friend, work colleague, family member, stranger... and who won? Her or them? We decide!



DEAR DIARY


Dear Diary...

Dad was fucking me so hard last week, coming into my room as soon as we were alone in the house and taking me hard on my bed... and, now that he's headed to work over the weekend, I just know that my brother's going to want to 'have a go' at me again. He hates 'sloppy seconds', as he calls it... so he wants to take me in my ass! I pretend I don't want to, but the truth is that it hurts so good! I came so hard last time he took me there. Then when my sister Keira found out that I was fucking dad and our brother, she wanted in on it... but she doesn't have the guts to approach them directly. I said she can eat me out after a session, get to taste their cum that way...

...and she agreed!

Now it's evening, I'm working late at the library and I have no idea who is going to come to give me a ride home, all I know is that I'm really excited to be part of this family. My only problem is convincing my boyfriend at college to keep things chaste. I'm just not sure I could handle another cock, plus it just seems disgusting to be having sex with someone I'm not related to.

I hear the bell, I better go see who it is... but I'm so wet right now, just from thinking about all my options, I'm not sure I can wait until I get home. I want to fuck right now!

Natalie Porter.


THE BOSSES WHORE!

Natalie arrived at the hotel room early, she couldn't believe that she was actually going to go through with it... but it seemed that the only way she was going to get the promotion she wanted was to fuck her married boss.

Hard.

She had heard from another girl in the firm that he was brutal with his fucking, that he drove into women like a out of control machine, that he was relentless, showing no pause or mercy until they were a screaming, mewling, whimpering mess on the end of his cock. He did everything to them that his wife wouldn't allow and left them creamed out and shivering from the assault.

She couldn't wait to feel him defiling her body and making her come.

Adjusting her heel she was virtually squirming as she saw him arrive, parking up outside. She was so wet and turned on, she didn't even care if he was just using her, didn't even care if she got the promotion or not (although she would blackmail his ass if he didn't come through with it).

All she really wanted, right now, was to be fucked like a whore.


CREAMING HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM!

Natalie was staying with her brother after visiting him in the city where he had a new job. It was a far cry from when they had been at home with their parents, and she was enjoying having him show her the sights.

But she still had needs.

She hid a box of 'toys' in her room, then whenever he was out she would sneak into the bathroom to abuse herself. And every time she came on the end of one of her buzzing vibrators, or throbbing plugs, she saw his face... imagined it was his cock driving into her, desecrating her, robbing her of her purity and innocence.

Every. Single. Time.

She got so caught up in it, plundering her tight flesh and hot body, that she didn't realise how loud she was being...

...or that her brother had come home.

She was almost on the edge of her hardest most violent orgasm yet, when she heard the knock on the bathroom door! He had heard her... she scrambled to shove her toys out of sight, but it was too late. He'd heard her almost coming, moaning his name, and now she was going to be caught red handed!

She soaked herself right there, creaming out her panties as she resolved that she would not let this opportunity pass by.

She was going to fuck her own brother. Right now.

DON'T JUST WALK ON THE GRASS!

There was nowhere to go, nowhere. Their parents were always around, her mother working from home and her father wandering about like he owned the place. Natalie and her brother never had anywhere to be alone.

All she knew was that after that first time, when he had wandered into the bathroom while she was changing, grabbed her and forced her into the shower, then fucked her with a hand over her mouth, drilling into her wet holes until she bit down on his hand and came like a slut all over his cock... all she knew was that after that she wanted more.

A lot more.

She stood in the park, calling him on her cell. He worked close by and the park was largely empty... it was now or never. A lunchtime break that was going to see them find somewhere to fuck. To satisfy the craving, the urges, the desperate need for sex that had been building inside her.

She wanted to come hard, and whether he dragged her into the bushes, shoved her up against a tree in a shadowy secluded spot, or forced her into the public washrooms to drill her open in some filthy stall... she knew she was going to get fucked today.

Perhaps they would even find a way into the park keepers office or he would decide to slam her hard inside a park green house... or push her down on the grass, subtly fingering her while pretending to simply be relaxing?

However it happened, she knew she wouldn't be leaving that park without jerking him off until he spurted hot cum into the air, sucking him down her throat until he bathed her guts in hot cum, or fucking him however he wanted, with grass and dirt between her fingers as she orgasmed on his massive cock.


PAPER WALLS

Every night was the same, ever since they had ended up alone together.

She tried to distract herself, but she could hear him through the paper thin wall, the slapping of flesh on flesh until he groaned out her name, a strangled gasp bleeding through to her room as he orgasmed, grunting and gasping out her name.

She had found pictures of herself on his computer, taken surreptitiously, sneakily, without her knowledge.

He'd kept notes on how many times he'd jerked off to them, staring at her changing in her room, showering in the bathroom, swimming in the pool in the back yard.

He had even snagged a picture of her on his phone, in her bed, fingering herself.

She was so wet, soaking through her creamed panties as she listened to him jerking off, pushing towards another orgasm. One of them had to crack, it couldn't go on. He would either have to come in here and fuck her, or she would have to go next door and let him know, let him know he wasn't the only one driven crazy with lust.

Tonight.... it had to be tonight, she was so drenched and turned on, she wouldn't be able to last one more day without fucking her own Father/Brother.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Quorra had been living in bliss ever since Flynn, a user, a creator, a god among her people, had rescued her. Not only had he patched her up, but he had given her new life and a new taste for what humans, users from beyond their world, called sex. Fucking. Screwing. Fornication. Banging Whatever it was called she wanted more of it.

Even when he had shoved his data stick into her auxiliary slot, almost tearing her in half, she still wanted more... then wen Sam showed up she was ecstatic! She assumed that the games they had been playing would now involve not only Flynn, but his son as well.

Quorra spent every day wet now, soaking with secretions and feasting hungrily on energy, energy which ran in streams through their secret abode, and which also spilled forth from the data sticks of users, which sprouted from their groin, growing long and hard in her presence.

Time spent with Flynn and Sam was good, but she often thought back to the times when she had been a plaything for Zeus and his favourite toy, Gem... or when she had been captured and used by Clu, without him knowing who she really was.

Quorra was ashamed, but her interest in leaving the grid, or even fighting back against Clu was waning fast... all she wanted to feel now was the bliss which came from the touch of a user. Data transmission, Games, programs, all took second place now to her new god.

Fucking.




Fit for Purpose!
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Maddie Zimmer was soaking, she wanted him so bad. The day she turned legal she started to wear skin tight sports gear that made every man who saw her want to fuck her hard... yet she still wondered if she was getting his attention.

She fingered herself to sleep every night and thought about him every day... dreaming about him doing things to her that would leave her screaming and squirming in a pool of her own juices, her entire body wracked with pleasure from the intensity of the sex.

Then the opportunity came to get him alone... and she took it, desperate to snatch him away from anyone he was with and make him hers. Driven by a depraved need to have him ruin her, even though it was wrong. There was no way she should be with him, the reason was clear, but that just made her even wetter when she thought about what they could get up to.

Who is the man in her fantasies? Her married teacher, father, brother, friend, Gym instructor, life guard... we decide.

What is the setting? College, her families expensive mansion, a holiday resort, the beach... we choose. The constant is that she is drenched for him and he has been eye fucking her since the moment she turned legal.

What is the reason to keep them apart? He's a teacher, older man, family member, priest, we decide!


6901Title: Mile High!

Set up:
Yvonne Lawson couldn't believe that she had gotten an interview with the elusive executive, sending her friends a selfie of her on board his private plane. He was planning to fly out to his private island for a sabbatical, and she had a chance to talk to him before he went... except that he was late and she was getting more and more turned on by the thought of him arriving, her hand wandering to rub against her panties through her skirt, her legs squirming as her thighs stroked against one another.

Then the pilot was on board and as the exec boarded and sat down next to she realised the plane was starting up, taxing towards the runway. In minutes they would be over international waters, in hours they would be on his island... and she knew, knew from the way he was looking at her right now, that she wasn't going to make it to that island before he had her moaning an orgasm into his mouth, writhing as he made her come hard a mile above the ocean... the intensity in his gaze, the way he looked at her legs as they stroked together, the way he seemed consumed with lust and want by her presence. She was driving him wild, whether she wanted to or not.

Your face/nameclaim: Will be as shown. How you write them is entirely up to you! I'm simply looking to write an erotic RP opposite a character image I find attractive.

My Character: Will look like whoever you want, I'm willing to accommodate you with however you would like your characters partner to appear.


Title: The Shocking Truth
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Set up:
Maddie Zimmer was always playing catch with him, as she was a bit of a tomboy. Then, one day after she slipped inside to grab a towel, after a game of ball, along with a couple of drinks, she was distracted by the open diary. Guys didn't keep diaries, did they?! She couldn't help herself... and within minutes wished she had just left it alone. It was filled with sick twisted acts of carnality... and she was the subject of every single one of them that she could find.

She knew she was taking too long, but reading about the things he wanted to do to her was making her wet. She always though that he just saw her as one of the guys, but that was far from the shocking truth. She knew she should be making a move, but it was like she wanted him to find her reading this stuff, like she wanted him to come find her so she could show him just how much she wanted him to o everything he'd written down to her... and more! Who is he? A friend, neighbour, whatever... we decide!

Your face/nameclaim: Will be as shown. How you write them is entirely up to you! I'm simply looking to write an erotic RP opposite a character image I find attractive.

My Character: Will look like whoever you want, I'm willing to accommodate you with however you would like your characters partner to appear.




6905Title: Jealous streak!

Set up:
Keira had seen how much fun her sister Natalie had been having with her new boyfriend. It wasn't fair and she wanted some of that fun. She'd always been jealous of her sister, but this was a step too far. She waited until her sister was away for a couple of days on business, then let herself into the flat she was staying in with her beau.

Then she called him at work, told him exactly what she wanted to do to him, made him squirm in the middle of his boardroom meeting with her filth. Then she waited for him to come home. Would he punish her? Throw her out? Or sink into her and give her what her sister had been getting? She wanted him for herself... and this was where it was all going to happen. We decide what happens next.

Your face/nameclaim: Will be as shown. How you write them is entirely up to you! I'm simply looking to write an erotic RP opposite a character image I find attractive.

My Character: Will look like whoever you want, I'm willing to accommodate you with however you would like your characters partner to appear.


Title: Home Wrecker!
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Set up:
She had met her boyfriend a month ago and fallen for him immediately, but they just didn't seem to have the same sex drive. Now, with him consumed by work, she was feeling unappreciated and at a loss of where to take their relationship next. It seemed like they were rapidly drifting apart... yet she stuck around and kept visiting him... ...all because of the attention she was getting from his father. She relished the way he looked at her, enjoyed the way he bathed her in compliments and always seemed to drop everything when she was around. When he looked at her it was like he was raping her with his eyes... and she liked it. She even encouraged it, with the way she moved, the way she dressed and the way she spoke.. then she started sending him teasing selfies, knowing what would happen in the end. Then came the day that they went over the edge, from flirting to fucking. She bumped into the father, assuming he was alone .and they ended up doing it right there and then, even though they were...

In the hall, with his wife due home any minute. On the stairs, with his son up in his room resting. In an elevator at his place of work one evening. At work in his office during the day. At a party her friend was throwing. In a restaurant/bar/club/gas station washroom. On a bus/train. At a location of your choosing.

Your face/nameclaim: Will be as shown. How you write them is entirely up to you! I'm simply looking to write an erotic RP opposite a character image I find attractive.I can also switch things to her leaving the Father for the Son instead.

My Character: Will look like whoever you want, I'm willing to accommodate you with however you would like your characters partner to appear.
Appearances: Bella Thornberg, Chloe Morgan, Dakota Banning, Elle Banning.


Fandoms:
I'm also interested in any of the following:
Mass Effect 2; Commander Shepard opposite Miranda Lawson, Jack Nought or Diana Allers
Until Dawn; Any male opposite Sam, Emily, Ashley or Jessica
The Boys; Any male opposite Starlight!

All characters in all ideas are to be portrayed as being at least 18 years old

Ons and Offs
Ons:
Dirty talk and foul language
(from my characters, not necessarily yours).
Giving Verbal Abuse (Directed at your character)"Take that you whore... and you, you slut!", etc.
Story / filth... I'm looking to write sex scenes first (to see if our writing styles are compatible), then develop a story if we hit it off writing wise.
Non Con, the 'Pseudo Fantasy' type, where they secretly love it and orgasm anyway (verbal resistance NOT Mental).
Rough stuff! Spanking (Giving), Whipping (Giving) Biting, Scratching, Piercing, Hair pulling, Choking, Gagging. (v/s your character).
High Heels (insertion/sucking)
Submissive partners.
Small tits
Lingerie, Dressing up, Role playing, Toys

Offs
Dom's/overly Dominant or Bossy women.
Playing hard to get/Power struggles, but if this is part of 'she says no but she likes it really' then that's okay!
Homosexuals. (Lesbians are great though! Of course that's 'lipstick' lesbians).
Toilet play. Major injuries, Extreme BDSM, Illness. Disease.
Bestiality/Furries/Anime/Cartoons
Insults, teasing, mocking, resistance and flirting that leads nowhere.
Massive tits, titfucking and Big fat asses.
Really bad Grammar. or the need to translate your posts. Plus no 1st person replies please.
Harrowing rape scenes, genuine Non Con and the aftermath.

Game Killers

These kill a game stone dead.
Engaging in my offs, or showing me that you haven't read them or that we are not on the same wavelength.
Writing for my character, speaking for them, conducting actions for them.
Being ignored. Please have the courtesy to say if you are no longer interested!
One or two paragraph replies. If your post is shorter than three paragraphs ... that is Very Bad!
 
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