Thread: Writer Looking For More Partners (FxF, FxFuta)

RE Looking for a Literate Partner! FF, FFuta A resume of past role-plays and old ideas. Full Service F x Futa Decadent Royalty x Stewardess A Little Sex Training F x F Sexy Sex Student x Sexy Sex Teacher Empire of Sin F x Futa Mistress x Slave Daughters of the Night F x F Vampire x Vampire E-mail Touched by an Angel F x F Convention Goer x Booth Babe The Scarlet Crossing F x F Human x Monster Girl 1 Life of a Porn Starlet FxF, FxFuta, FxM Its not just straight sexing, I want to explore the world of a porn star, between and during shots. I would imagine some themes that would be played out include duality, fakeness, glamour and maybe even sacrifices. With this plot, I wish to view the sex as a business. It's not exactly something that most would consider sexy, but that's something I actually consider sexy in another way. There's something about the duality of acting as the character and the actual mind of the porn star. Another bonus would be to play out those really cheesy porno plots for the fun and laughs. The following snippet took place in a strange porn-star dystopia. Writing Sample See more As Emmeline made her way through the filming that almost easily some world away from the administration office where she would have called her niche and workplace, it was practically business as usual. It was no exaggeration that she had almost transcended worlds while the lower were reserved for business and management, the upper levels were easily meant for glamour and imagination. There was no secret that there was a divide between both worlds, even between the employees that weren't the company's top talents, but they were lucky enough to work daily alongside them. They were the directors, the writers, the producers and even the boy who was delegated to hold the lighting in the right place. It wasn't dank nor gloomy here, but it was a world full of energy and bright lights. Rather than watching the second-hand product or some cheap imitation, they could watch it completely first hand here. That was simply how things worked around here and there weren't any complaints from either side. It was rare that anyone would spend time in between either space for very long, merely visitors for the briefest times. Why go below when everything wonderful was found in the filming studio? As for the other side, why spend too much time above when there was nothing there to keep them with any real purpose? They could stop and stare, but that were merely mean that they would be deluding themselves and wasting further time. So even as pretty of a person Emmeline was, and as much consideration she paid to the background around here, she was almost largely ignored by those who were busy at work. The complex was rather extensive, with several divided out studios where almost houses and city blocks were built for the sole purpose of one movie. The world beyond was perhaps too gloomy to be filmed, so instead of troubling themselves, they used their extensive resources to fashion an ideal world here. It was funny that there was a minority who watched the produced pornos not for sex or the lewd nudity, but for the world that was presented in each of them. As a silver lining, it perhaps gave some escapism that few public television shows could even manage at the moment. There was easily a movie being filmed every day, one at least, as the studio levels were divided into several complexes that could almost accommodate two separate movies being shot back to back at the same time without and interference thank to their solid sound proofing walls regardless how exuberant the stars and starlets wish to pitch themselves when it comes to their talents. There were more than enough people working at these levels that Emmeline could almost hide herself without much consequence. There were a few people that easily looked over at her direction, whether when they accidentally bumped into her or perhaps walked her direction. There were a few that would easily disregard her and continue to go about their business. And then there were those who sneered at her, knowing of her lesser position as if she was some member from a lower unspoken caste, seemingly as an outsider. Emmaline may have had the right to properly transcend between the two worlds, but her position usually spelt caution for the worshipped talents they worked with, rather than the creative freedom that they explored with them. And what talents they were. It was easily one thing to know about them and read everything about their profile. It was another to see them in person and at their craft. The men were easily properly muscled athletes that were handsome, some without that threatening edge visible that was perhaps expected from those who worked in the industry in the past. That wasn't even mentioning their sexual prowess and what they were packing in terms of length when it came to their masculinity. They sported natural lengths of 6 inches and above, making them easily probably only reserved for the enhanced and bred women of their workplace without the fear of long-term pain. Emmaline had perhaps seen how miraculously how Petra seemingly was able to take in one near monstrous girth without even crying out in pain, her snug plastic pussy accepting it with a tight slide. It wasn't uncommon that many of these performers were able to go from take to take, only to have their stamina renewed in a few seconds. The men and the women here had stamina and tolerance was almost seemed beyond human, much like their features and enhancements. It was demanding work and the performers almost tended to push the staff harder than they could push them, even though it was the other way around in the great past of the industry. Despite her weakness, Petra was easily made for the industry. The industry had bred her for this purpose alone, enhanced her with a fair share of gifts that made her almost a living goddess of lust, and she was able to perform back in kind without any complaints. There were some days where she could almost perform from morning to night without only a cigarette break in between, easily speaking a few moments to clean up and start from the top. The workers were easily amazed by her prowess and capabilities, as it was easily a sight to behold when working with her. She was also an actress through and through in some ways, despite being made this way, she had nearly complete control over herself in most situations. Her public persona was something of a reluctant girl, who was typically reluctant of the situation who found herself but be quickly turned around to become a moaning slut on short notice. However, that was a persona she turned on and off whenever she wished. As an actress, she sometimes seemed rather proud and aloof, seeming cold to some and calculating to others. That typically explained how she could take insertions during the test run of shots without spoiling herself from the actual shooting of the movie to come. Given her playful persona and her control, she was easily one of the better talents to work with on the set. Of course, that wasn't to say that she wasn't above some flexibility and some sways of selfish fancies from time to time. In the heat of the moment, she easily had some urges within that bred body and plastic enhancements, a hungry womb that needed to be nourished with seed. She spent the better part of her day with 'mates' that were easily worthy of her in her daily copulation, so why not give in and allow nature to consider their pairing together? It wasn't her intention to endanger herself, certainly no danger about it even if she were to get pregnant either. The only trouble is that she would be perhaps out of commission for a few months or so... Petra was indeed found where Emmeline had expected her, as she had recently arrived and was getting prepped for another shot. She had been probably about her own business before she arrived, perking up at the sound of Emmaline when she first called out for her. It had indeed been a busy last few days for her and she works with far too many people in her industry to know one from another. However, she does indeed recall the assistant after a moment of thought, her shy voice certainly giving her some indication before she put on some veneer of confidence in attempts to make herself sound more authoritative. What was this exactly about section 145 and the breaching of her contract? Oh, that was perhaps days ago when that happened and the administration offices decided to catch up on this only now? It was perhaps amusing how slow news travelled between worlds, if she bothered to think about the humour found in these things at all. Perhaps all the better that she didn't know about the two times she breached the contract after that incident. It happened once in a while enough that these talks almost seemed routine at this point, like a check up. The divider was pulled open to reveal the starlet who was sitting on the other side in her own personal make-up chair. There were some make-up artists that were quickly working on her make-up at the very last minute. Thankfully, the way that her kind was engineered and made, her look needed little further enhancements. She almost seemingly looked like she always had her make up on, her tanned skin were already free of imperfections and her lips already sported the colour that needed. Her eyes were naturally outlined with a dark shade with full lashes, though the make-up artists were sure to shadow her eyes with a provocative shade of red that would be visible whenever she closed her eyes. She was lying comfortable on the share, reclined nearly on her back with her sizable breasts refusing to rest down to the demands of gravity. Petra was mostly in the nude too by and by, only dressed with a pair of white stockings and clear platform heels that made her decent height even taller. She crossed one leg over the other in a languid post. Either she was going to be dressed or was already dressed for the shot, it was hard to tell with these things. She opened one eye and activated her chair so that it would slowly sit her up to consider the woman properly. Her eyes were seductively lazy, regarding the woman as if she was some annoyance that needed to be tended to, it wasn't exactly too far from the truth itself. Her voice was husky that had a slow drip of seduction to it, which was naturally how she spoke it seemed. One hand was placed over on the tops of her well rounded breast at the accusation as if to show some outrage. Mmm, breached my contract, or merely performed the role given to me by the company? They can't have it both ways and I was doing my job. Porn starlets come all the time and it would be most unnatural of me to allow one to come anywhere else but inside me. Cum, cream, whatever. I don't know if you had sex before, but that how things work. If this was a big problem, they would have stuck me with girl on girl roles or men that were fixed. Her eyes swept over the girl, looking at her from feet to head, her eyes opening fully to reveal those bold blues, framed by the red make-up encircling them. She smirked at the girl, smiling coyly at her excuse. I think I've made my point, dear. Mm? Click to expand... 2 Insidious Infiltration Starring Mei-Yee x Fellow Student Themes Fantasy, Horror, Occult, School Scenes, School Uniforms, Bible Black The Setup Mei-Yee , a magic-user from a foreign land infiltrates the senior year bracket 17 in age of a high school to investigated some strange going-ons that have been rumoured around the infamous school. Things start off strange before spiralling into the depths of darkness and eventually she finds herself in more than she bargained for . OC and art commissioned by me in the great past. Writing Sample See more Mei-Yee was an unusual girl in many ways, easily somebody who manages to strike more questions from her appearance alone. She came to this country under the pretense of being an exchange student from Hong Kong, her previous school was under a number of international schools that weren't of great importance. It was such a sudden arrival too, given the merely strolled into the high school in the middle of the school year when everything was already in swing for the final year of many students. There would be many who would cast much suspicion on the foreign girl for her sudden arrival, but she easily faded into the background and slipped away from obscurity. She didn't find a place to belong with the cliques or the circle of friends around the school, not that it bothered her very much as she had a purpose. The first of these many challenges was to gain admission into the country and attend the school, and then the pieces would surely fall into place soon enough. If anyone were to cast suspicion on her, there was good cause for it as Mei-Yee wasn't a normal girl in many ways. She was a witch hunter, tasked with the investigation of strange occult occurrences and vanquishing those who used such powers for evil. Trained at a young age into such a duty, she matured quickly in mind and had already become a veteran by the time she reached her teens. She was part of an inner circle of witch hunters, based in China, whose ancestry could be linked back to Taoist priests who ward evil and hunted the walking dead. They dabbled in many things to arm themselves, knowledge of the occult, martial arts and even some shamanistic magic. Her sect was progressive in many ways, as it allowed entry of a woman and one as young as she was. They kept their eye around Asia for all strange and usual occurrences so that they could defend the world from evil. However, there were times that their scope easily expanded to the rest of the world. Japan was a hotbed of occult occurrences in the last few years, with much focus placed on a few particular high schools where students were found dabbling in the occult. Seeing as teens typically were easily molded and showed much potential, it was natural that they were typically targeted for such incidents by malefactors. However, this soon spread to other places in the world for unknown reasons. One such location was perhaps Capital Hill High School, which strangely enough seemed to have been a private school funded by the same undisclosed philanthropist as one who funded a Japanese of school for the greatest centre point of occult activity. On the surface, there were already many similarities, as they shared the same school uniforms and even similar building layouts. Internally, could there be more? Mei-Yee's secret sect was curious to know more. Seeing as Mei-Yee was young enough to infiltrate a high school and old enough to be taught everything in, she was more than perfect as a candidate for their latest assignment. With much urgency, they expedited her enrollment into the school. Mei-Yee's entry into the school was a rough one, even for her desire to work from the shadows. It was better if she drew the least attention to herself as possible while remaining behind the scenes to get a better scoop of what was happening. She was a slender and fit woman at the blossom of her womanhood. Her hair was purple, long hair worn down with a straight fringe just above her brow. Perhaps the most usual quality other than her hair colour was her eyes, which were sharp but with red pupils that seem to draw much attention to them. The school's uniform fitted her rather well, consisting of a white shirt, a black top that seems to flatter the form of any student with a well-developed body, and a red skirt. Her toned legs wore black stockings with white ringed tops to complete the school's uniform for girls. While she had a hard time not drawing attention and suspicion, she was at least lucky enough to make a friend in the school. Leslie was easily one she could count on, especially with so many mysterious occurring around the school. She knew that were rumoured disappearances, but it seemed many in the neighbourhood were content to go about their business as if nothing had happened. Mei-Yee couldn't put her finger on the reason why exactly, whether it was by fear or if they were in on some sort of bigger secret. Getting around the school was tough and there weren't many allies she could count on. Leslie was a blessing in many ways, giving Mei-Yee a guide around the school and catching her up on any occurrences that deserved her attention. Even though Mei-Yee typically held a frosty demeanour, she did indeed appreciate her only friend around the school and she would only show in her own ways. As for their walks together, she was always sure to be punctual for their meeting together, regardless of the weather outside. It didn't look exactly optimistic, but Mei-Yee though the school already had an eerie mood cast around it. Any sunny day would just serve to mask the evil that was hidden underneath and she wished to seek out the truth. Upon seeing Leslie on the sidewalk, she strolled over to join her with a curt nod of her head. Good morning Leslie...how are things? She asked in a typical greeting around here, her English only lightly accented for being a foreigner. Socially, she was a little awkward, but she meant well. Click to expand... 3. Fallen Kingdom Starring EmpressPrincessRuler etc x Conquering Faction Themes Fantasy, Pseudo-Historic, Tense Relationships, Power StruggleSwitch, Reluctance, Dark Intimacy, Culture Clash The Setup My character is a notable ruler over a kingdom or empire that suddenly finds itself under attack by another nation or empire. Rather than endure a prolonged fight, we decided to surrender peacefully under your terms. However, it's not as peaceful as it should be and the transition is less than smooth. Stripped of her former power, what happens to my character is entirely in the hands of your character. Is my ruler brought in to your ways or made humble with defeat? Writing Sample See more Malia was a nation found in the southwest in the world, it wasn't a large Empire by any means but one that was managed to sustain itself for many centuries under the reign of its royalty and its religious heads managing to work hand in hand. The royalty were a ruling figurehead, managing to secure its lands and keep its people safe with its military and administration, while the religious classes were able to keep order among the peasantry and have them contribute to the greater nation as a whole. It was easily an exotic nation, perhaps known for their lush tropical forests, swamps and mountainous reasons that were full of vegetation. Its people and their ways were unique to this land in many ways, taking up a good portion of the southwest world and a few satellite islands neighbouring by. The Malian Empire was built several centuries ago and its managed exist peacefully for its lifetime, its people content and their neighbour kept in check from thinking of ever laying conquest on Malia. However, that wouldn't stay for long. Being found in the south, Malia was a rich and fertile land in many ways, its farmland able to produce crops almost all year round so that the nation would find itself starving and a surplus left over for foreign trade. It was also rich in gems and metals, gold was its prized export and it was prevalent in its culture as it was considered a sacred metal that tied them close to their goddess. Lastly, it was a land where a unique drug was found in the form of a jade flower, cultivated for its medicinal purposes but in great doses, it was able to send others in a different plane while remaining on this world. Its purpose and distribution were kept in check in Malia, as it was too a sacred drug in many ways and only suited for sacred purposes. That made smugglers a popular and lucrative job, but Malian government was iron fisted in its rule and easily crushed any who violated that law with the greatest of punishment. Most smugglers were few and rare, which didn't help with the great demand of the jade flower outside of Malia. Its reputation had grown slowly among many nations outside of Malia, almost to the point of dependency among the decadent. Unfortunately, that was perhaps one of the reason that the conquest on Malia began. Nations from all over the world descended on the southern empire at first with diplomacy, trying to woo the ruling classes with promises of shared profits and attempts to court their favour. Malia was easily accessible by sea, despite its exotic location and distance from other empires. The rulers weren't exactly fooled by them and gave them the cold shoulder to dissuade them from that tactic. However, that was perhaps the start of their invasion. Where one plan failed, another would easily take its place. When niceties didn't work, threats and similar treatment was returned in kind. Malia would be cut off from trade around the world if they didn't abide with the demand though that didn't persuade them either. The Empire was self-sustaining for many centuries and something so fickle as blockade wouldn't stop the nation from functioning, especially when the goddess hadn't given them a drought for many decades now. However, it did have a side effect that the nation of Malia didn't realize, the loss of military support and arms trading. That was a problem that didn't become apparent until some foreigners decided to encroach on their land bit by bit under some pretense of independent trade rights. The royalty saw their ploy and investigated them, finding out that the trading company was indeed a front for smugglers. All involved were immediately executed, which, unfortunately, sent a shockwave to all of the neighbouring nations and those beyond. Seeing that as an act of aggression, a war was declared on the southern nation. Malia fought fiercely at first, having the advantage of defense. But their lack of arms and military support soon crumpled the defensive lines from the inside out and Malia was beginning to lose, then at an alarming rate. It wasn't long until the aggressors saw their advantage and spearheaded their way toward the ruling capital to end this war. The capital of Suhda was taken in less than a week, its invaders fuelled by anger and greed. The city was sacked, its property pillaged and its populace was even raped. Queen Anika could have easily fled more inland to wage the war longer, but upon seeing the great capacity of aggression by the invaders, she thought it was best to spare her people mercy and surrender the nation without further fighting. The choice hadn't come easy, and she did so with a heavy heart. The terms of surrender were signed, even made official with her blood and the nation of Malia was the conquerors. However, it seemed that her struggles would only begin, for that it only began another chapter of hardship for Malia. Even though the fighting had stopped, it did not do away with the conquerors for that they would walk freely on their scared land. Queen Anika was highly favoured among the Malia people, for her great wisdom and capacity to rule. She was perhaps easily wiser beyond her years, especially given how early she managed to claim the title when her mother retired. And Malia easily saw some internal prosperity with her rule, even though it was also the beginning of the end once she began cracking down on smugglers. In her late twenties, she never saw a need to marry and the laws of an heir were rather loose around the nation of Malia. In the situation that an heir was needed, she could promote a child without a husband or adopt one. Seeing her age, there didn't seem to be a need to do that anytime soon. In whispers, some even say her as the goddess incarnate, but perhaps that would be even too much to suspect. Seeing the dire straits that Malia had found itself, it was perhaps far from the case and would be the furtherest thing on anyone's mind. If Malia was conquered, given it history of peace and prosperity, then the goddess might have forsaken them. While the chaos and threat of war has ended, dark days were ahead for the people of Malia. Many prayed that one day Malia would return to its glory days and that this recent hardship would be all by temporary. Their queen easily wished the same, but she must focus on the present if Malia were to have a future beyond being a kingdom under the yoke of another. Anika was a great beauty among her people, sporting a tanned dusky tone in her skin like her kind but nearly free of blemishes which granted her admirable natural beauty. She had an hourglass form with an ample bust and rounded hips. Her eyes were sharp though sporting bold blue eyes that easily marked her as part of the royal line. She had sleek black hair, which created a nearly shimmering tapestry if worn down, however, she typically worn in up with an elaborate arrangement of combs, long hair pins and tropical flowers. The people of Malia favoured silks and jewellery though they didn't typically dress elaborately given the hot temperatures. She wore a long skirt around her hips, made of many colourful layers of purple, green and sheer fabrics. When it came to tops, the women of Malia sometimes would walk around even topless in the few hottest days in the summer, sporting gold and gems on their bodies as ornaments. It wasn't those days yet, and Anika wouldn't do so in front of foreigners to give them the wrong idea. She had seen the wanton cruelty among their kind. Instead, she wore a matching robe top that was cut off to show off her sculpted midriff, its sleeves were long like a kimono. Much gold jewellery were worn around her wrists and neck, as her connection to the goddess should be the one of the closest in their hierarchy. And did she need Her, as it seemed the palace was to receive some guests today, maybe even a permanent resident. The courts, whatever was left of it, were full of whispers. They seemed to be directed a certain course of action she wished they could avoid. However, the choice wasn't entirely hers. Click to expand... X. The Dead Ringer Starring Unfortunate Cosplayer x The Real Deal Themes Fantasy, Humour, Action, Playfulness, Whimsy, Cosplay, League of Legends Here's the deal, I've recently gotten into League of Legends. I'm terrible at the game but I am in love with the characters and the character designs. I have some desire to play with around with that without embarrassing myself completely regards to its lore and story. Hopefully my idea provides an interesting spin than to merely playing the game's famed champions. As for which champion I like, I have a soft spot for Miss Fortune . Seriously, extremely hot. The Setup A cosplayer manages to win a contest with her League of Legends outfit, which nets her an awesome trophy and bow. Unfortunately for her, it seems the game is actually real and she gets summoned in place of the actual champion! Suddenly finding herself in a world which she thought never existed and nothing to fend for herself except a toy replica of a weapon, what will she do? Those other champions are surely giving her strange looks... I also don't mind canon x canon parings too, if you're fine with some liberties taken. Xb. Out of Place, Out of Time Starring The Real Deal x Real Life Themes Modern, Fantasy, Humour, Action, Playfulness The Setup In an alternate twist to the above idea, I'm willing to play someone who is from an fictional setting said franchise in question could also be fictional itself who has found herself in a modern setting that she doesn't belong. There's bound to cause a lot of confusion on both sides and my extraordinary character would be in need to a kindred spirit or guide to show her the way around this strange world that many seem to consider real life. Naturally, there would be many opportunities for misunderstanding and romance to happen. X. The Con-Woman Wanted Starring Con-Woman x Client Themes ModernFuture-lite, Deception, Illegal Activity, False Relationships, Duality, Eccentric Characters The Setup There is a con-woman going around ripping off rich and desperate clients with her gifts. Her supposed story is that she is a mysticfortune telleroracle and even a part of royalty from an unheard exotic country, selling her advice and guidance in exchange for money. She's semi-convincing at it that it doesn't seem she's a fraud right off the bat, however there's easily more than her share of lies here and there. Why does she does it? Money is one reason, maybe the thrill of the con is the other. Or maybe she wants to believe this lie herself and wants to keep playing this fantasy game, playing a role of someone she would never be. There could be a happy ending to this where the lie is kept forever locked away and never surfaces. Or cracks soon appear, breaking the facade between the two. Once the veil is parted, what is left between them? I'm thinking this is an idea where it focuses more on roleplaying than smut. Of course, there could be smut. Potentially the supposed mystic could use sex in her divination craft or other outrageous means. Or, a romance could develop between the two of them and intimacy would come naturally. Some potential pairings in this False MysticClient The Mystic presents herself has having great power in reading futures for pleasure and business. Naturally, a semi-gullible client is enthralled by this and hires the services of this mystic. Naturally, things don't go completely well, does their relationship strain or is ignorance their bliss? The Tourist Trap Not actually Trap in the Bluemoon sense here. A tourist goes out on vacation and ignores suggestions to stay within the resort. Unfortunately, opportunistic locals take advantage of this and takes the tourist to a rather scandalous journey through the local life. They may even end up with a relationship at the end of this ride. The country in question could fictional, to keep things flexible.