I’m looking for a partner that is interested to play in a wide range of settings, with potentially varying characters, in all types of scenarios.

It can be in first, third, or variable person, doesn’t have to always be NSFW yet that’s where each storyline would go towards. The settings can be damn near anything. (I won’t say just “anything” on Reddit anymore. I’ve learned that lesson lol)

My kinks are quite varied and my limits few. As to limits, no one participating or playing under 21. I’m not into any toilet activities. Vore, gore, substantial blood are not my gig either.

I’m very open minded and always interested in exploring new things, places, peoples, beings, beliefs, and whatever else makes up this world we live in. Also I’m absolutely fine with fantasy, science fiction, fanfic (although I may not know the basis, I’m willing to learn it for the story).

I can’t spend hours a day on line often but it can happen occasionally. I am looking for someone to contribute on an almost daily basis. If things align just right and we can live RP, excellent!! I’m looking for someone that would be able to respond within a day or so to keep the story moving.

Multiple times a day isn’t out of the question if time allows for both of us.

If you are still reading and interested here are a few starters to give you a taste of what’s on my mind. These are by no means the only things running round my noggin. Just a taste.

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Alongside the long country road, an older pickup truck is sitting, steam arising and intermingling with the colorful leaves above it giving the impression of mist arising in a valley of autumn wonder. The view from a mountain peak looking across a valley on an early October morning in Maine comes to mind.

A dazed elk is standing still in the middle of the road and as you approach it shakes its head, whisking the sky with its massive rack of antlers and stumble/trots off to the west into the field alongside the roadway.

Unfortunately the front end of the truck is folded around the trunk of an old oak tree. Inside a person is lying across the steering wheel and not moving.

As you approach you ascertain a man sits in the drivers seat, greying hair at his temples, a bit of grey in his beard. Whether or not he’s seriously hurt, is currently unknown.

You pull over and walk cautiously to the vehicle. You begin to hear moans intermingling with the hissing of fluids spilling from the front end of the truck. The moans turn to groans and then “oooooooohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk t-th-that’s g-g-gonna leave a mark” is heard.

An arm flops out of the driver’s side window and twitches a bit. Then retracts and the metallic chunk-sound is heard. The sound of an attempt to open a door yet the hand can’t seem to accomplish that task.

After several ker-thunks the door pops yet doesn’t open. The impact has apparently restricted the door movement.

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My goal this day is to catch that elusive shot that would provide that raw emotion found only in this city. The good or bad. Or both. That would be perfect. The spectrum of emotions that could be seen in a single setting. Maybe the park? Maybe the museum? Hell, I don’t ever know until I get there so pick a direction and go man, just go.

You have to stop this “goal oriented” foray to find subject matter and just shoot dammit! You can take thousands of pictures and if don’t want to keep any, all you have to do is hit ‘delete’!

That’s the joy of digital vs film. Get used to it. No development needed. Take a hundred, keep one. So what!

There. That bus. I have to catch it. Something draws me to it. I run. I catch it just as the doors close. I don’t care where it’s going. In 5 stops I’ll hop off and see what I see.

4, 3, 2, ….. Ok this one I get off. Dont look around, don’t think. Just do. I step onto the sidewalk and hear shouting and screaming. I look to the source. A basketball game is being played and the crowd is losing its mind on this neighborhood court.

This is what I wanted. What I needed. I make my way over. It sounds like thousands of people are there yet if the number is greater than 50 I’d be surprised. I make my way to the top of the bleachers and begin shooting pictures.

The light is perfect, the vantage point couldn’t be better. Now to get the shot. I scan through the viewfinder and see the image building in my mind’s eye.

Each shot I take shows an emotion. Pain, anguish, yearning, joy, exultation, elation, anger are all seen through the lens as shots are taken, passes are completed, blocks are successful, elbows are thrown, nets are barely jostled as the ball touches almost none of the chains while passing through the hoop.

There though. There in the crowd is the face of ambivalence. Of distraction. Of concerns being elsewhere. Yes, YES, that’s it. I move to my left. Getting the right frame. Then, the gods smile upon me!!

In the foreground the combatants rally their troops, tipping off for the ball, the paragraph describing this battle begins. As a pair of hands secure the prize an elbow connects with a face. The head thrown back viciously from the impact. Sweat thrown from the impact. The joy taken by delivering such a blow and determination in direction evident in the eyes.

In the background, the crowd screaming for or against, in each visage the direction is clear. Except one. One face in the crowd has no involvement with the event transpiring here.

The concern is elsewhere and is intense. That face tells a story of loss, anger, fear, concern, listlessness and many others and it enthralls me.

The shots I’m taking are stirring my loins. The emotion I’m getting is exciting me in so many ways. This is exactly what I was hoping for.

At the games conclusion, I begin packing my things. Once all my equipment is secured I see the park has emptied with three exception of the main subject of my pictures.

I walk over and ask “excuse me, hate to bother you, may I ask you a few questions?”

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If you’ve gotten this far and are interested, message me and let’s see where these or any other tales would take us.

We can discuss specifics as to what we both want to cover or not. How often, subject matter and anything else.

I look forward to hearing from you