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Thread: Female Forums v. Male Forum Requests

Female Forum 1. Tend to be more plot based requests. I disagree, I have found just as many smut based requests with the females as I have with the males. 2. Even if there is an emphasis on smut, tends to be more back storyexplanation of the build up. I disagree again, some Female requests are a couple of lines stating what they want kink wise and nothing else. Some are very clear that they just want the final act and are one shots. 3. Tend to be more play demands length of post, types of rps, rules, etc. Disagree - See above. Although males also tend to be laid back generally speaking and OP I'm sorry but your request thread reads like a riot act. 4. Tendency for dominant malesequal roles. I have found most Females want Dominant partners, the ones who lean towards romance want a little more equality but still want the man to lead. Male Forum 1. More smut based requests. Disagree, I have actually found more interesting stories among the males than the females. 2. Many requests for submissive female roles. This could be due to the lack of dominant females on here. But there are players who seek dommes. 3. Fewer rules or play demands. Men are more laid back generally speaking. Also you can't control what someone will write in their posts, you can say No One Liners, Story line, Don't dump the RP without telling me, you can write all of that stuff and people will still do it if they want to and you can't do anything about. In the end a long list of rules and expectations can make you sound overly demanding as well. 4. Shorter posts versus female forums. Disagree again I think there are other factors at play such as age of poster, experience level, their interest in RP etc These factors can apply to either gender.
Thread: Best Friends on Fire (Dr. Nibbles and Otaku_Man)

After a long day of working at his job, Jason finally had some time to hang out with his best friend. It's been a couple of weeks since they've been able to hang out, things have been rough in both of their lives, but now they had some free time and they both decided to set it aside for them both to spend the night hanging out. Everything was set for the night. Weed, booze, snacks, pizza, take-out, video games, anime, b-movies, whatever they wanted to have, they brought with them. It was a typical hang-out session between best friends. The only different thing was that Jason's best friend was a girl. Alison has been his best friend for quite some time. They met back in high school, and the two have been close friends ever since. After all the time they've spent together, Alison was probably one of the few people Jason trusted the most. They often agreed on the same thing, they enjoyed much of the same hobbies, and they had the same vulgar sense of humor. Sure they fought on occasions, but they would make up almost immediately. After a while, Jason started to develop a crush on her, but he was afraid to say anything, not wanting to ruin their current friendship. Eventually he took too long and Alison got herself a boyfriend. While he was hurt at first, he still supports her relationship, and he likes to see her happy. Lately though he's been hearing her complain about her boyfriend though. How he doesn't approve of her getting high, that he doesn't like seeing her playing games all the time, basically telling her to change her entire self. It didn't make much sense to Jason, what the hell was the point of going out with her if he didn't like her hobbies? However, he didn't say too much about it, not wanting to make things worse. As they passed a joint back and forth and started taking shots of rum, the talk of sex eventually came up, and how her boyfriend was pretty bad in bed. Hold on. He paused Alison, trying to take in what she said. You're telling me that he does the same thing every time you two fuck? Wears a condom, missionary position, one orgasm, then he goes to bed? No spanking, no blowjobs, none of that? He asked, his drunkhigh mind unable to comprehend the thought.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Her cell phone, a simple smart gadget thingalthough as tech savvy as she really was, she still missed the days of flip phones when all it did was just the basic send phone calls and maybe quickie textswas nestled in her blazers inside-pocket. She felt the vibration of some alert against her right breasts. Well, at least it didnt buzz against her nipple otherwise she might have accidentally dropped this tray of drinks down that one ladys dressand what a wide neck it was! She delivered the drinks she had on the tray to the people that had requested them and then she asked for a five minute relief bathroom time! She locked herself in a small one that just had the toilet, sink and a big antique mirror on the wall and took her phone out of her breast pocket. She dropped down her scanner and she saw the email that went out from an internist. Reading it, her eyes widened. Well maybe this was what she wanted. A final show down to make them stop coming after her because truth be told, they would never catch her. She was always ten steps ahead of them and for a reason. Putting her phone back into her breast pocket, Penny stepped out of the bathroom and cleared her throat. She smiled at some passerby guests and then glanced over to her informant. No single yet. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her tray and went back into the throng of the party. But now this was a real challenge because not only was she supposed to hack into Buddy Wilsons server, she needed to keep a look out for any possible agent that would be looking for her. Although, remember her wig, Penny calmed herself. She was so glad she was smart and thought quickly about putting on a jet black bob-wig and also wearing contacts that were blue instead of green. That meant she wouldnt be recognizable because she did look different short black hair and blue eyes instead of green. She knew she had her pictures in their database. Shed been to jail three times in her life and each time, she had to take a mug shot. By the third time, she had been so pissed off, she flipped the photographer off with her finger. She learned that they did not find that funny one bit, especially since she did stick her tongue out at them too. Thankfully, she hadnt been in jail long enough to become someones bitch. It calmed her nerves and she proceeded throughout the party, taking orders, having them filled and bringing them to the guests. When every guest seemed to have the drink of their choice and not just the champagne, the kitchen staff gave her and the other girl appetizers to bring around on the same silver platters. But soon there really wasnt much for the cater waiters to do because the guests started dancing and the ones who werent dancing were sloshed, mostly male and hitting on all the girls. The one that Wilson had singled out as the one hed drag away for some fun was missing and so was Wilson. Penny felt sick to her stomach and she shook her head. Rich people. Perverted, dirty, disgusting rich people.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

W-What does that have to do with me? she said, and Pablo wondered the same thing. She was pretty stressed and upset, and she needed to relax. Honestly, he said, I'm not completely sure. It was the truth, or at least enough of it for tonight. He sighed. Maybe she really didn't know who she was. I thought I knew, but I don't know now. She hadn't pulled the trigger. She couldn't have known what had really happened out there on that cold street. You're Penny Davitt, he said, and we think that's probably your real name. You were born in Ireland, but we don't know much about your parents. You're extremely intelligent. I've been following you for a long time. I know you better than most of the people I work with, and I think you probably know me pretty well too. Sometimes it's like you're inside my head, anticipating every move. A strand of her hair was stuck under the corner of one of the tape butterflies. He reached up and pulled it out gently. You know me, and I think you hate me. He let his finger follow the curve of her jaw. He had hated her too. Maybe he still did. Her eyes kept drifting shut. Stay with me, Penny. Stay here. Stay right here. He took her hand and squeezed every time her eyes started to close. Listen- there aren't any fireworks any more. There aren't sirens. We're safe for now. Tomorrow might be different, but we have a few hours right now. Stay with me. Her breathing was steady and deep. There was no way he could keep her awake much longer. Okay, he said, finally. It had only been thirty minutes or so, but he was exhausted. He picked her up and laid her down flat and covered her with a blanket. Her eyes closed, and she looked like a child for a moment, completely peaceful. He hovered his lips over hers, but pulled back. Good night kisses were not for people who hated each other. She could wake with her memory, and if she did, she would get away, but Pablo didn't want to handcuff her to the bed. It seemed wrong somehow. He used the handcuffs to tie the doorknob to the frame. It wasn't much, but it would definitely be hard to get out of the room without waking him. He turned out the light and lay down on the other side of the bed, flat on his back and stared at the stained ceiling tiles reflecting red, then green with some neon sign outside the window. He heard a train in the distance and trucks on the Interstate. The dream was vivid this time. He was handcuffed in his office and Penny was calmly rifling through all of his papers, his files on her and Danny. She would take a sheet out and burn it or shred it. One piece of paper she ate, a bite at a time. All of his information about her was being destroyed a little at a time. She was only wearing one of his shirts and it came down to her mid-thigh. Her hair was tied back loosely and she talked as she destroyed his records. Then she sat on his lap and put her finger on his lips and smiled. I hate you so much, she said, and kissed him deeply.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Pablo woke to the sound of tires in snow out in the parking lot. It must have gotten cold again in the wee hours but he felt warm. Early morning light was peeking in around the thin curtains and he could hear a garbage truck backing up a few streets away. He was curled around Penny, his arm over her waist. He noticed this just as he noticed that he was painfully erect. He lifted his arm carefully so he wouldn't wake her. He rolled away from her and stood. He had slept in his clothes, and they smelled stale with sweat and spilled whisky. He made a face at himself and headed for the shower. The bathroom was tiny, lined in wood panel that buckled with the dampness in the room. He took his clothes off and stepped in the shower. He let the warm water wash away yesterday's grime. He recited paragraphs of criminal code to himself to try to get his cock to settle down. It worked, sort of. He could feel Penny's presence in the motel room like she was a source of heat. As an afterthought, he picked up his shirt and washed it as well as he could with the shampoo. It wouldn't take too long to dry it in front of the small room heater. He hated to put on his other clothes, but a clean shirt at least would be something. He felt more solid this morning than he had in the dark last night. Everything had been slipping away, his dream came back to him, the loss and the startling kiss. He felt more objective now. He sat in a chair by the window while his shirt dried, draped over the other chair, and checked his gun, an old habit. He glanced over at Penny, still sleeping and she rolled onto her side. Her hair fell over her face and her blouse opened where the button was missing. The black lace against her creamy skin mesmerized him. She looked so soft to touch, so beautiful. He watched her breathe. Breathing was always miraculous to him. How a person's body could bring in invisible life and breathe out poison, and do it so quietly, so casually. So beautifully. Pablo was hungry but he couldn't leave Penny and he didn't want to wake her. He would wait an hour, then make a test call to headquarters, see if anything sounded fishy. He watched the parking lot at the edge of the curtain. A few people, bundled up and miserable, were packing their cars, getting ready to get back on the road to whatever far place was their destination. He envied them their certainty. He took the handcuffs off the door and put them in their holder at the back of his belt. He waited and watched.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

She tossed and turned in her sleep a little bit but managed to have a dreamless sleep after that rather garbled and distorted picture of whatever it was she dreamed. Her head didnt hurt anymore so maybe the pain killers finally kicked in to give her a chance at a good sleep. Although that morning when she woke up, she felt the full weight of the supposed car accident she had gotten into the night before, if this Special Agent Herrera was even telling her the truth. But even she wasnt so deluded to think he would make that up when he was trying to arrest her and get information out of her that she couldnt give him because she didnt remember. So perhaps he was telling the truth. That morning, she woke up and a soft groan came from her as she slowly rolled onto her back. Her entire body was so sore from the entire ordeal, her head throbbed and now that she was no longer weakened from the accident and neither was she still feeling the wonderful magic of pain killers, she could feel the pain at its worse. She felt like death and it was not a very comfortable feeling because it was like she could barely move. Somehow, even though her body screamed with protests just from lifting her leg or raising her arm, or even stretching, Penny pushed herself up so she was sitting up. Moving up the bed, she sat back and pressed her back against the headboard, a heavy sigh coming from her. It was a lot of exertion to just move that much. Maybe it was because she had just woken up, but she felt so tired already, she wanted to go back to sleep. Turning her head, she glanced over to see Herrera looking out the window. She cleared her throat. Looking down at herself, she adjusted her shirt, buttoning up the buttons so it covered her modesty, having only now realizing she was probably on display this entire time. Copper? Her affectionate nickname for the agent who was trying to arrest her. When he turned, she looked him over. Penny couldnt get over at how handsome he was. His ex-wife must have been a fool. Or she was the smartest woman in the world because surely there had to be a reason why someone would want to divorce this hunky piece of yum. Hey, she might have had no memory but she didnt need her memory for her body to react the way it did in his presence. Like she wanted to press herself against him and just wrap herself around him like a snake to feel the contours of his body against hers. Wow, she needed to stop thinking like this. Aside from being almost painfully handsome, some part of her felt resentment towards him. So perhaps he was right in saying that they knew each other, better than most. That she even hated him because even though she felt inexplicably attracted to him, she hated him that much more for it. Still, he looked distressed and under the natural light illuminating from the window, she saw he looked tired even. In an attempt to lighten things up, a lopsided grin formed on her facedespite the pain she felt from head to toeand she lifted her hands, pressing her wrists together. Time to book me?
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Pablo grinned at Penny's joke, and her nickname for him. The way she held her wrists out to him was tempting. Wrists. How had he ever developed a fixation on women's wrists? They were delicate, strong, graceful. He had loved kissing Victoria's wrists, but she had never wanted to be tied, had recoiled when he had suggested it playfully one night. Now Penny was sitting there, a mischievous grin, offering her wrists to him. He scratched at the back of his neck. Fate was cruel. The one woman he had most wanted to put cuffs on was there in front of him, and he couldn't do it. Not today. Copper fits you better than it fits me, he said, Penny with the red hair. His smile lessened a little. I would take you in- it's my job to take you in, but I'm not sure you'd survive more than a couple of hours in there. Someone was shooting at us last night- first me, then you. There are only two groups of people that might want us both dead. Your people and my people. I don't know which was shooting, although something makes me think it's my people this time. Sorry. It looks like we both have shitty friends. She had closed her blouse, and it made it easier to talk to her without his eyes drifting. It also meant that she was probably feeling a little better. A sense of dignity was a good sign. Still, she'd been through enough trauma to lose her memory, she was probably pretty sore. He got up and hooked his shirt off the heater. It was still a little damp, but he buttoned it up anyway. His body heat would finish the job. He filled her glass with water and tossed the bottle of pills to her. Take a couple if you're hurting. The crash smashed the hell out of your car. It was upside down when I pulled you out. He took out his phone and looked at it for a while. He hated to make a call, he felt like he could sleep for a few more hours, but if the FBI wanted to find them, it was better if he made the first move. I'm going to call the office now. If anything sounds fishy- and I mean anything- we're going to have to get out of here fast. They can have someone here within eight minutes. Put your shoes on. He dialed the receptionist at the FBI. Hey Julia, it's Pablo. Pablo! Hi! Where are you? What do you mean, Julia? I'm at my place. Really? Because... Her hand covered the receiver and he heard a man's voice, muffled, angry. Sorry, Pablo, can you just hold on a minute? Sure, Julia. Take your time. Pablo hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and looked at Penny, and grinned. It was my people. We're seriously fucked. His phone rang and he turned it over and pulled the battery out of it, pocketed them both, and closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking. He walked quickly through the room, checking for anything either of them might have left behind. Then he opened up the Yellow Pages to the train schedules just to make them wonder, and took Penny's hand. Let's go, beautiful. We're both fugitives now.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Pablo pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward the city. They shot at me first because I represented a greater threat than you, and because they know I'm armed and I know how to use my weapon. You have your weapons too, but as far as we know, you've never carried a gun. He drove toward the train station, hoping they would be thorough in the room- checking for clues. He hoped Anderson was in charge. The man was thorough and slow. He was bright enough, but in a methodical, plodding way. You wanted him looking at your scene after the perpetrator was already in custody. The urgency of a chase was lost on him though. The question you should be asking, he said, is why were my people shooting at me in the first place? I don't know what you think of the Bureau, but generally we're a bunch of true blue patriots who don't try to kill each other. If that's happening, there's been a serious breach- not just a computer virus, but a spy too. At least one, probably more. My guess is that someone is pulling strings at the Agency at a very high level. Who knows- maybe it's your people. Penny's legs were inches from his hand on the gear shift lever. The shoes had accentuated Penny's legs, and he remembered how he had heard the stockings tear when she sat on the bed. If only they weren't in such a hurry. The sound had made him want to tear further- pull the flimsy fabric from her body. He had wanted to bare her. She would need every shred of warmth her skimpy clothes offered, though, and he didn't want her losing toes to frostbite if it came to that. He dug the phone out of his pocket along with the battery and handed them to her. Put the battery in and turn it on, then turn off both the ringer and the vibration. I want incoming calls to be silent. He pulled into the Amtrak station and sat in the car watching passengers huddled against the cold making their way toward their trains. He chose a man with a Detroit Lions ball cap and a rolling suitcase. Stay here, he said, I'll be right back. He took the phone and caught up to the man, asked him where the bathroom was, and when he pointed, Pablo slipped the phone into an outer pocket of his suitcase. He found an ATM and pulled his daily limit again. it would be the last time for a while. He returned to the car and took his coat off as he got in. They would be in the car for a while now. It was cold, though, so he draped it over Penny and turned the heater up. If the Detroit fan was going East, they would go South. The phone going toward Detroit with the train should give us a day. We can be down in Eureka by tonight. I know a guy near there that has a cabin. He got on I-5 South and settled into a safe, unremarkable speed. He started looking for a low end diner on the freeway for breakfast. A place nobody paid any attention to anyone else.
Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

She found it strange that his owncompany would fire at him. Although she wasnt sure if she would call the FBI a company. They were like this institution of more people like Agent Herrera. Although she doubted that they all looked like him. Thatd be both cool and scary several men walking around and they all looked like him. Then he even said it. It was one thing for them to be shooting at her. She was apparently the enemy but why had they shot at him? Well I was thinking it. I guess you cant hear my thoughts? She managed a slight cheeky grin and shrugged her shoulders. My people, your people, our people, were all people. Sounds to me were all crooked with our own secrets. She looked out the window, watching a cleaning lady from the motel push her cart along and going into the room they had just vacated. Shed probably clean up what they left and leave no trace of them being there. Perhaps that would throw off whoever was going to be looking for them and they wouldnt know where to look. Glancing over to him, she took the phone and battery, finding the little device to be so interesting. It was like her hands recognized it because she figured it out and turned it on. And even as she turned the ringer off, she spent some time learning the way of this particular device and her eyes brightened. Still, it triggered nothing in her memories although it didnt need to. She knew it deep down, she just didnt know it. They pulled into a station and she handed him the phone. It confused her for a moment but then understanding dawned on her. He was going to pass off the phone to someone else and they would go another direction. She was proved right when he came back and no phone was with him. He left it with someone else without them realizing it. He really was smart. Clearly, he wasnt given enough credit. Why are you doing this? It was only once they were on the road, cruising down the interstate, that she finally asked. Why are you risking so much? I mean surely none of this is worth it, Im not worth it. She wanted to ask why he even cared. Why dont you just turn me in? Youll have done your job and then it will all be over, wont it? She looked from him and then over to the dashboard. She leaned forward in her seat and placed her fingers on the two pictures. One was of her and she was giving a very unladylike finger to the camera and sticking her tongue out. It looked like her, seemed like her, Penny could even believe that it was something shed do but she had no recollection. The second was of a guy and he was staring down the camera with this gaze like looking into the photographers soul. Whos that? Davitt, Daniel? She asked. Thats my last name too, right?
Thread: Protagonist Plots 2

RE Futas, Trans, and Gender Benders wanted. bump.