Hi! This is a little bit different from the standard stuff that goes up here. I’m not seeking a conventional roleplay, rather someone I can write stories for and vice versa. I have a particular story with particular characters outlined and that’s what we will be writing out together.

So here’s the idea of how it will work. Say you wake up on a Sunday. You’ll find my character’s night written up for you in explicit, graphic and exquisite detail.

We will provide one another will a full and detailed list of kinks and limits. These don’t have to feature in every single chapter, and if one of us doesn’t like a specific kink of the other’s they don’t HAVE to incorporate it (although it would certainly be nice to!)

I’d like a friendship out of this (in as much as one can form from a smut collaboration haha). Basically I’d like some downtime and conversation here and there. We don’t have to talk every day, nor do I expect to, but some discussions about things in our lives couldn’t hurt. Offline I have a girlfriend, I’m sure some of you have boyfriends and husbands too. My only ask is that if one of us walks away we extend the courtesy of saying “I’m bored with this, its run out of steam, etc”

Now, if it does run out of steam, I’d at least like the option to introduce new characters and a new setting before fully walking away!

Now, onto the story that I have prepped:

In the heart of New York City stands the Walter-Stanley Building. A holdover from the city’s art decor origins, it overlooks Central Park, and stands as the fifth-tallest skyscraper in the city. On the forty-seventh floor resides the office of Slater, Morgan and Baxter, a prestigious law firm for the rich and powerful. Founded by Billy Slater, a degenerate pig currently living on a respirator (don’t ask), the firm has been left in the trusty hands of its two conscious partners:

James Baxter (me), a seasoned prosecutor who turned private sector when he realised his near-flawless record was a hot commodity, not to mention his contacts and reputation for closing cases and befriending judges. After clawing his way into Billy Slater’s firm, Baxter was able to endear himself to the boss, becoming golfing buddies with him and, eventually, earning that top spot as named partner. The darker side to Mr Baxter is his womanising. It would be legendary around the city if he hadn’t gone to great lengths to keep it a secret.

Samantha Morgan (you). An interesting creature… Ms Morgan started out in her legal career handling corporate mergers. Usually hostile takeovers if I’m being honest. Do you have any idea how easy it is to manage a hostile takeover when you have video of the CEO bent over his desk while you whip him? Samantha rose through the ranks pretty soon, handling over $1.3 trillion in corporate acquisitions by the time she turned 30. Slater had to have her.

When Morgan joined the firm, it was only inevitable that she’d clash with Baxter. After all, what happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object? Baxter and Morgan.

The quarterly earnings meeting comes to a close. The secretaries and paralegals leave the office. The laptops with investors and partners from Los Angeles and Tokyo are closed and disconnected. Samantha slinks back in her chair, decompressing and allowing herself to mentally undress in front of her partner - perhaps the only man alive who knows the real her. She tosses a magazine across the desk, landing in her friend’s hand.

“Take a look,” she says with her arms folded. Baxter looks at the cover:

New York’s Hotshot Attorney General Alyssa Santana to Launch Ethics Probe

Baxter opens the magazine and turns to the page, muttering to himself barely loud enough for his partner to discern where he was.

“…and investigate what she has deemed ‘unscrupulous and amoral rogue law firms’… you think she’s talking about us?” he asks with a dim look on his face.

“Uh… YEAH?” Samantha (always the smarter of the two) responded in a huff. “That fucking CUNT is going to ruin us!”

“So, we’ll do what we always do… I’m sure we can contact some our friends in the DA’s office. Dig up some dirt, stir a little trouble”

“Did you not read this?” Samantha replies. “She’s overturning the whole department. We won’t have ANY friends there.”

“So I’ll figure it out, just like I always do. Oh, by the way… how did your meeting with the chief of police go?”

“Well, let’s just say is the dirty old pervert doesn’t want his wife to know which of his orifices take what foreign object… he’ll lay off the evidence probe. What about your deposition with the health company? Will the McCormacks be getting compensated for Mr McCormack’s untimely passing?”

“$1.5 million settlement, won’t have to spend a day inside a courtroom, 20% for us. Mrs McCormack was especially grateful. All in a days work.”

New York City is our oyster, and we’re top of the food chain. These stories will be about us navigating and corrupting the highest rungs of the city’s power structure. Ruining careers, exploiting the needy… and it’ll all build towards the eventual moment when we finally fuck the innocent new DA.