I'm interested in a slow burn roleplay all about erotic tension and temptation. The sex should be the climax (ha!), and we should both be trying to see how long we can keep the tension up without taking that final step. The DPP equivalent of edging, if you like. My intended writing style for this is a few paragraphs at a time, once a day. More like we are writing a story together rather than a scene - I've done this before and with the right partner it works really well.

My prompt below is written in the first person, but I'm happy to adapt viewpoint and tense. But the tone and theme of the roleplay is important. I make no apologies for the length of the prompt; I'm after a long term roleplay. This roleplay should be focused on the house slowly tempting, tricking and corrupting us into doing things that we really shouldn't be doing.

Final point before we get to the prompt - my kinks on the physical act side are mostly vanilla (I'm a sucker for a bit of romantic sex), but I also like some darker things: cheating, risky creampies (especially with the "wrong" person), dubious consent / trickery, incest. My limits are underage, toilet stuff, torture. Not a huge fan of misogyny and race play.

Let's discuss the setting and our ideas for the story before jumping into it.

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I finish unpacking the third cardboard box and sit back on my haunches, surveying the room. Three down, three to go. Actual unpacking is so much more hardwork than the video game version. But this is my own place, not a bunch of idealised pixels, nor (horror of horrors) my parent's spare room. Finally I'll have some privacy.

My phone beeps in my pocket. Fishing it out, I scan the message you sent me. I'm looking forward to seeing you, It's been too long. But I do feel nervous. The new house is a mess. And while it was a steal, it needs work. Since I received the keys I have been terrified that I will discover the reason that the owners had been desperate to sell at such a deep discount, not the excuse relating to some sort of domestic crisis the lawyer told me. I've found nothing yet, but you will be my first guest. What if the plumbing fails? Or the heating? I squish these home owner nightmares; for a 150 year old house, it's in remarkably good shape. I tap out a quick reply, confirming that all is good for tomorrow and asking if there is anything specific you'd like for dinner.

I hope that I can convince you to stay for longer than a few nights. I loved the thought that I could have guests over, but the downside of buying a big house is that it feels awfully empty, especially at night. I swear that sometimes I imagine footsteps and doors opening and closing. And it certainly feels like I'm being watched all the time. Maybe it's due to the stuffed animals, or the old paintings. The family had been so desperate to sell that they insisted I buy it "as is", contents and all. I'm terrified that I'm going to lift a painting and find a wall rotted away behind it, or a pair of eyes staring back at me from the darkness.

But so far, so good. And even if the creepy Victorian decoration is not to my taste, at least it saved me the extra expense of furnishing the house. Money is tight, and any pennies I can save are more than welcome. So I'm reusing the large four poster bed in the master bedroom, and I'm hoping that the mattress on the bed in the guest room won't be too lumpy for you. I was delighted when you offered to come and help me settle in, it certainly wasn't something I was expecting. I don't know what you told your partner. I get on pretty well with them, and they seem to have always accepted the "we're just best friends line". My own friends tease me mercilessly about being a simp, but we really are just incredibly close friends, more like brother and sister than anything else.

I'm suddenly painfully aware of my erection. Nobody told me that becoming a homeowner did this much for your vitality. No wonder our parent's generation are buying up all the second houses. I give myself a squeeze. Somewhere the house shifts, groans. I shudder, the noises of an old house certainly take some getting used to. But I don't have time to listen now, something more urgent is driving the blood from my brain.

On a sudden whim, I stand up and head towards the guest bedroom. A portrait hangouts on one wall showing a young woman. She's dressed in regency frills, with a blue ribbon and a diamond ring on one hand. She has her pale gold hair up in braids. She stares out of the frame directly at the guest bed, where I'm lying and slowly stroking myself. I don't know why this picture does it for me. She's about our age, and I wonder what her story was. She looks down at me from the painting with a knowing smile, and I stroke faster.

When I cum, it's as hard and copious as ever. I've made a mess of the clean bedsheets I had put on for you, so I hurriedly strip the bed and replace them. As I finish tucking in the duvet, I can feel my erection growing again. I shake my head in bemusement; I definitely need to find a girlfriend. Hurrying downstairs I throw myself into the packing in an effort to distract myself.

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Thank you if you have read this far. The main idea is that the house is haunted, and draws it's energy from the sexual activity of the people living in it. I love the idea of a long slow corruption, all about feelings and temptation. Think the book version of the haunting of hill house, if it was more sexually charged.

I'm happy to discuss the relationship between our characters; the prompt is written with us as old friends, but I'm open to something more taboo - as long as neither of us want to have sex with the other before we arrive at the house.

This is a slightly edited version of a prompt that had not success at all on DPP. I know it's long and I know I'm probably shooting for a unicorn here, but it's a theme that is dear to my heart. Any help in making it workable would be very much appreciated.