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Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

So I have found out that a vast majority of people on this site seem to think that my online kinks are my real life kinks, based on the private messages that I have been receiving. So I'm curious to know and discuss with all of you lovely people - are your online kinks the same as your real life kinks? My answer is mostly no -- there's a lot of kinks that I like the concept of, not necessarily the application. Example - One of my biggest turn-ons is bestiality knotting. Real life, no thank you. Bestiality is a role-play kink for me because it includes the shame of submission to a very taboo male, the stretching of the knot, and the situation of being forced to stay tied to the creature after. I'm also extremely interested in role-play world in throat-fucking. Yaaaas lord. It's so hot. But IRL? Hahahahahah, good luck hubs. However, my online offs are my IRL offs. Very seriously.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

Lovely topic, Bear. I personally have what I call writing persona. It means my interests often vary from my real life personality. Many of the things I enjoy writing about are enjoyable from a writing standpoint because it pushes the character arcs in ways that I, artistically, appreciate. The sexual application doesn't appeal to me at all. They are things that I find fascinating conceptually, exclusively. My turn offs are the same, though. We both agree on that front.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

I don't really have many kinks as such. Except one. I'm only attracted to certain types of women and combinations of personality traits, both in fictional characters, and real-life. My sexualkink preferences in roleplay are more contextually based, ie, what brings them about, where, how, and with whom are they ocurring, and in what situation, etc, rather than being specific acts. Within that framework, with a character or person I'm attracted to, whether it be through writing or in the real-world, I'm open to a lot of kinks. However, many that I am or would be into, or the contextual basis behind them, are often seemingly incompatible with the types of personalities that arouse my sexualmental interest. More from their perspective than mine. So, it's a kind of yes and no for me. Forbidden Fruit said The sexual application doesn't appeal to me at all. They are things that I find fascinating conceptually, exclusively. Click to expand... I'm totally with you there, Fruit, and as for both you and Bear, my no's are the same. Though, now I say that, there's a few I could be convinced to incorporate if my writing partner was particularly into them, or naturally fit as as part of a specific plot concept, which I have done before.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

Seeing as I'm asexual, I've wrestled with variations of this question for a while. I guess the answer is kinda but not really. I have no interest in exploring anything I rp in rl, even the vanilla stuff. But I won't deny that reading certain things does in fact turn me on, I just don't see a point in taking it further than acknowledging the arousal and maybe seeing if I can write or read more stuff like that. No's are no's are no's of course.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

This is a good topic. Some of them yes. Others no. Online kinks certainly dont translate into rl kinks. Even a simple act that I perform in rps often, swallowing a mans semen, isnt something I do in rl often. In fact, up until two years ago, I had never done it at all. Rped it, wanted to do it, but just couldnt do it. I too enjoy bestiality in rps. In rl, no. Those are simple, straight forward. Rape. Thats something I enjoy in rps, but I would never dream of being fond of it in rl. On screen there is a certain amount of control that both parties have concerning that type of scene. Its discussed, and even though its rape, its something thats agreed upon. In rl, one party has no control, and they certainly dont agree to it. So again, no. I do not enjoy, nor do I support rape. My characters are beaten, even killed, from time to time. Again, not something Im into. Why do I enjoy it? Im not really sure. Maybe its the aggression or the fact I do have some control over the situation. Some of my online kinks do bleed over into rl. Hair pulling, dirty talking, the more common kinks are fine. Im not curious about eating other people or killing them. Just rough, or not so rough, sex is fine with me. Being tied up is not something Im as into as I once was. Ive never been with a girl, but I rp characters who have been. Lol. Throat fucking, sorry Bear, is something that Im okay with. Rimming, for both partners, is fine. I guess one of the biggest turns on online doesnt even have anything to do with sex. Its the build up, the relationship forged by both characters. When its right, they grow on you, with you. You feel what they feel. That can be a good thing or a bad thing, but it strikes a nerve within you.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

I do not have kinks both online and in real life. I am more of a traditionalist. So, I would say my writing style would be same as in real life. What turns me on or off.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

I don't consciously separate them, but I, as someone who adores macro, hyper, futanari, extreme pregnancy etc. can't really look at normal art anymore, but in real life I get along just fine staring at normal-sized pretty women. I really don't know where I separate but for some reason things that I love to write about don't transfer to the real world.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

I like beastiality and I'll play the role of a guy every now and then in an rp but in real life everything is the same I'm a girl who loves public things and I like both guys and girls lol
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

I would like to make an amendment. As I developed some different sexual preferences, I can say that my online kinks are not the same as real life kinks. For example, I adore a bosssecretary relationship but even as a businessman, I would not see myself having affairs with co-workers. My personal principles and constitution would prevent me. I also like breast foreplay and oral, but I don't see doing that anytime soon with a partner in real life. That's why those gets released in RP. Well, maybe I'm open with breast foreplay in real life, so maybe that's one online kink where it is possible to be manifested real life.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

Honestly, I've never had sex I particularly enjoyed, and I'm very bad at kissing, and in all honesty, I'm not particularly rough when I have sex. Juxtapose that with most of, if not all of, my roleplaying characters being fairly dominant in most things, especially kissing, and they are very very rough when kissing, welllll there you go. I think I have a few kinks I share offline and online but most of them are purely for roleplaying, For instance, while I like the idea of a bimbo Big tits, big butt, small brains in a smut roleplaying scenario, I literally could not date that kind of thing in real life because I'd spend literally all of my time being sarcastic and then having to explain myself because I was being sarcastic. I already do that enough with my grandparents, thank you very much.
Thread: Online kinks = Real life kinks?

Nope. If I couldwas willing to do all my kinks in real life, I probably wouldn't bother roleplaying about them.
Thread: Club: Sx

Oh dear, seems I've made an error in my flier. Now how am I supposed to ask for people to watch the place during the gay weeks, and the lesbian weeks? Just to be clear, this is me stating I'm straight, but wouldn't mind if a gay guy or lesbian uses this idea for their own
Thread: Club: Sx

And a bump.
Thread: I'm role playing with my own aunt? (NerdsofSteel x MewMew)

Christopher was waiting for his role play partner to log on to the websites. He had somewhat got to know the partner for more than five months. He had found out she was a woman, had similar interest as him, and even living in the same state as he is. If he knew where she lives, he would love to visit her. Of course, there is also the paranoia where she could actually be a guy in real life he had never seen her picture before as she was too shy to show it. He waited for more than half an hour until she would show up.
Thread: I'm role playing with my own aunt? (NerdsofSteel x MewMew)

Marcy sign in to her favorite role play forum, almost immediately replied back to her favorite role play partner in a matter of minutes. They have been role playing for almost five months now, we're getting closer than she had originally intended to be. Even more so, as they started to get to know each she discover they had so much in common than any man she has ever met. Not too long after she reluctantly agreed to meet him. She hoped he was who he said he was and not an imposter. If he was she would be heartbroken for sure. Marcy arrived at the place they agreed upon, quickly texted her role play partner to informed she was here. She didn't wear anything too fancy she wore regular demin jeans, a plan t shirt, and Converse to complete outfit. Her black hair was gathered up, pulled into a messy bun, framing her dark complexion and doe brown eyes.
Thread: I'm role playing with my own aunt? (NerdsofSteel x MewMew)

Still there was no sign of her. Had she been toying with his emotions and tricked him from coming here. It wouldn't have been the first time a girl as done that to him. Be he was hoping she was the one for him that would have similar interest as he. He looks around for her, but Chris couldn't find her. If she didn't come, then he was going to cut all content with her and even remove her from his buddy list. He hadn't been this angry and upset since he found out his favorite actress pretended to be Star Wars fan. He felt heart unbroken when he heard the news during Comic Con. Suddenly, he saw his Aunt Marcy was here. What was she doing here? He didn't want to approach her that would feel too awkward.
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

Driving alone was always the hardest part of his life, though it was a part he had chosen for himself and he would never blame another for it. So many people blamed companies, the economy, the Congress, and the President for the hard work that they had to put into the world. Not this man though, this man understood that deep down everything was a choice and he had made his...and he would live with it. He was still working his way up through middle management, working for that horrible corporate giant known as Walmart, and doing so often required a bit of travel out of him. As one of the project leads quite a bit was expected of him, but instead of flying he saved money for his family by taking the reimbursements offered and using vacation time to drive in order to get a little extra cash out of the deal. it let him take care of things he wanted to do for the boys...even though it took time away from them. It turned his life into something a bit lonely and sad in a way, but he knew deep down he was doing the right thing. He had not thought about his wife though during these long hours, no that was not something that he had wanted on his mind. Once more they had argued before he left. Once more they had fought with one another about the life that they led. What did she expect from him truly? Was he not being a good provider? Was he not doing what a man should do for his family? Regardless of the words that had come tumbling from her mouth, he knew deep down she would bemoan a change in her pampered lifestyle much more than she lamented his absence. Matthew Pierce was a realist about his wife in that fashion. They had married young, had children young, and while he hardly blamed her for the fact that he had decided to work while she remained at home...he did blame her for the resentment she seemed to hold towards him for all the things he had not done for her while she seemed to ignore everything he had. Wasn't that typical family life in America though? He looked up to notice her on the side of the road as the sun beat in through his windshield and he nearly shook his head at one more girl out trying to make it on her own. He'd seen quite a few of them on his trips and had never stopped, never bothered. Life just didn't have that in the cards for him and he was resolved to that fact. Yet maybe it was the thoughts which had started piling in, the loneliness once more causing a heartache inside of him that changed that course of action this summer day? Whatever it was, whatever made today different took hold and his hand idly glided the large white Chrysler Town and Country van over to the side of the road next to her and the window rolled down to reveal the driver. Middle aged, professional, solemn and intelligent...he wasn't dressed for business at the moment, his broad shoulders in a grey polo t-shirt and his thick thighs covered in a pair of khaki shorts. Full lips gave a small smile, almost a measure of uncertainty in the features as he said something he had never said once in his life to some stranger on the side of the road. Need a ride?
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

Many, many times had the thought of what if crossed her mind in these walks down the highway, black hair casually swaying in the loose ponytail she wore atop her head. She remembered the last phone conversation she'd indulged her worried mother in, reminding her that she was far and beyond legal age to do whatever she wanted . But what if you get chopped into pieces Devon. What if you're raped and ditched in a gutter. Perhaps it was that psychology degree working its magic, giving her the thought process of ' So be it. ', and giving her mother more gray hair to dye because of it. Really, Devon had always been that way, especially now. There was the chance that she could be an axe murderer after all. The morbid thought made her grin softly, deciding in that instant that there was probably some movie about that exact scenario already. The gentle shift of her hips moved calmly, steadily as though she were thinking about something much deeper than serial killing women articles, with a soft blink behind her sunglasses, she noticed the familiar gleam of a car. Or rather, a van. Well that was a little uncanny, stopping to decide whether she would politely decline or not. One thing about not being murdered, was using common sense. Behind her sunglasses, she was still sure he knew she was judging him, sizing him up for her own safety and taking in the vision of the van. It was nice, definitely not in the realm of creepy and no windows. Seemed well enough. Yeah, There was a pause of acknowledgment from them both that this was happening, silently signed when he unlocked the door and watched her slide into the leather seat. Thank you, mister. . ?
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

His voice was quiet as he replied simple. I..., he paused before giving a small shake of his head, what had he to be nervous about in her presence. He was a grown man. Call me Matt. Why in the world had he said that and not given her his proper name? A brief bit of puzzlement touched his features, obviously he was not used to lying and the name held the ring of a small truth to it. Why not just tell her his name was Matthew? It was a cop out. He knew deep down it was as soon as he said it to the young woman. Sitting there with her he had given her a shortened form of his own name, breaking a bit with the identity he had as a family man. It made him someone else and that was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Just looking at her took his breath away, but he had not pulled over for that reason had he? Yet the bitter truth was that he had. He had pulled over to do nothing but get a gander, take a look, and admire what was the province of youth. What a view it was as well...the sheer beauty of the woman, the curves and swell of her perfect body. It already had him breathing deeply and taking in the scent of her. There was no danger from him, none that he radiated in the slightest, but it hardly took the socially adept to realize the charged air between the two of them. It was not lack of confidence that prevented willingness to make a move on her, it was a small bit of morality in the man. He was flirting with danger and perhaps that would be enough of a power trip for him to indulge in without breaking any...vows. He almost bit his lip but stopped himself in time. God he felt like a teenager again, some foolish boy who could at any moment stammer out the dumbest of ideas. So instead he did the one thing that could break the moment and let him concentrate on something else other than her nearby. His hands grasped the wheel a tiny bit harder than usual and he checked the sideview mirrors before pulling back out into traffic. The van eased out, obviously a newer model and in good shape, and he began to slowly drive down the street. As he did so he reached out and made a few taps to the touch screen in the car, bringing the air up the tiniest of bits and then adjusting the music. Apparently even though there was the hint of a southern drawl to his words...the man preferred classic rock, the sound of the Rolling Stones coming through the speakers. There was of course only one question that made sense, only one thing to say to her and he tried to make it sound flippant...like he did it all the time. So...where ya headed, Ms...?
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

From the moment she had accepted such a ride, she knew there was room to begin passing judgment. Here was a man who had picked up a girl off the side of the road. He was older, so that narrowed down a few things about this ride for her, but still opened another realm of questions. Did he think she was a prostitute? Well, she certainly was in his van with denim cut offs and a tank top, skin exposed to not only the sun but this man. This, Matt . It made her smile the way his name, or rather what he apparently preferred to be called didn't fit him at all, folding one leg beneath her as she turned to look at him from behind her sunglasses. Originally, he had no reason to lie, she was a stranger to him and really, unless he had motives, she was no threat. However, if in fact those motives went against this, and she was making a good guess inwardly, married man's code, well. . Devon, Pausing now as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, hands falling back into her lap. Anywhere you're willing to take me. Ambiguous flirt, her eyes finally pulling away from him as she looked out onto the highway. Still, there were questions that needed to be answered. Are you vacationing or traveling for business, Mister Matt? Business, more than likely. He looked almost uncomfortable with himself for having the attractive girl in the seat next to him, fighting that age old battle in his head. Men who had been through similar situations held themselves differently. Men with no wives, and men without baggage. Mister Matt looked like he might need to escape his baggage, at least for a little bit. And as it seemed, Devon was debating whether or not to offer him such a release.
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

Passing judgment was something he was trying to avoid doing himself. Had the same kind of thoughts already entered his mind when looking at her? The same ideas that she might be something other than a young woman needing a ride...but that she might be whore, courtesan, escort...? Or even worse...someone down on her luck who might be willing to do anything to get some help? It was hard not to have those thoughts, or were they dreams, as she moved and practically wriggled in the seat next to him. The sultry voice, the small hints of flirting. Worse still of course was the clothing, the cut offs and tank top providing ample sun kissed skin for him to admire and take in...occasionally the hint that he might see something more denied to him as she moved just the tiniest bit. It was all enough to drive any man wild. The age old battle...that was indeed what he was fighting, but as she looked him he unconsciously reminded himself that he was not the kind of man who would take advantage of someone like her. No, that was not he now was it. His thumb moved and idly ran over the metal of his wedding ring, caressing it like he was using it as a worry stone...rubbing back and forth, back and forth. It helped to ease the uncertainty in the pit of his stomach. When had he bothered trying to date? When was the last time he had even considered the idea of doing something with a woman that was not his wife. It had been ages ago and his lips practically moved in a sneer as he internally scoffed at any kind of silly dreams he might be having. Let other men make the leap from fantasy to reality...he could stop himself. Couldn't he? Yet he was forced to answer her question, ignoring her would look monumentally stupid. He gave a small laugh at her offer to take her anywhere and instead he replied. I'm actually passing through, heading out of Vegas and pretty much heading on out of state. I doubt you're wanting to go that far...and I'm travelling for business. Just haven't made it there yet. You? Do you live here in Vegas?
Thread: cheap t h r i l l s [ banks x father figure ]

In Devon's eyes, decisions like these were made on judgment. Based around the initial appraisal of a person, and whether he admitted it or not, she knew he was pleased in her looks alone. It didn't take a genius to know what was quietly whispering to him when he glanced at her legs, when she noticed him twisting the band on his finger, once, twice, again and again. Such a tricky battle with himself she had left him in, but to be fair, Devon hadn't actually started anything just yet. It was amusing to see him already silently questioning his faith in his marriage, and that alone confirmed something he didn't even need to say. Traveling men were rarely different in their needs, and while she had money, she certainly wasn't about to make it just that clear to him. No, I'm from California. Redding, to be exact. Vegas was just a stop on my way to where ever. Pausing now, Devon let her eyes graze back over to him as she watched a red car go by, blinking gently, If you doubt I want to go that far, then why'd you pick me up? Tricky question even with the sweet look on her face, there was something about the look in her eyes that knew what his deeper thoughts were. They were all the same, usually, even in the few rides she had been on, pulling against her leg as it tucked beneath her when her eyes moved back out the window. I guess if you see a girl on the side of the road here, she's probably a prostitute. Surely it had happened plenty of times, a pretty girl on the side of the road, legs exposed to the sunlight and natural sway of her hips absolutely calling. It wasn't as though it was an insane thought. Tearing the silence apart again, Devon gave him a little bit of freedom from such a gripping question, Have you enjoyed your time here so far? But really, there was something else behind this question, Or were you trying to have a very good time on your business trip? Each of her words sounded so calm, despite how rapid and albeit invasive such questions could be, whether or not she intended to make him uncomfortable was unclear, though gentle pressure was applied when her bright eyes watched his face with a soft smile.