Your character is featured in the write up below. However, if anything about her personality seems like something you’d like to change, do feel free to say so if you decide to message me, and I’ll be happy to make that change with you. Enjoy!

Tonight was the night, and that fact was never more obvious then when your doorbell rang at 7pm.

Despite knowing you would be spending the majority of this ‘appointment’ in a single room, you’d spent the day making sure the place was spotless. Dirt or grime hadn’t survived your once-over, and you were proud of the mess you’d managed to tuck away. First impressions mattered, after all, and my profile had made a hell of a first impression on you.

It had all started when your work friend suggested the service. “It’s such a lovely website,” she said, a blushing smile across her face as she bit a nail or two in gleeful shame. “Honey, seriously, you’ve gotta try it. Changed my whole approach. The ‘old fashioned way’ just seems so boring now.”

And it was a good website. A… well, suggestive website, but it was well made. Plenty of in depth legal procedures, lots of helpful links to get mother’s started, and of course, libraries worth of ‘applicants’ for any client to peruse. You’d spent the whole evening on your computer that night, just browsing for applications. And, even if you’d seen a video already, there wasn’t any harm in playing it from the beginning, was there?

And that was when you found me. Miles Brookfield. 31 years of age. A professional for the company, with nearly seven years under his belt. His profile shot was enough to get you interested, a man with a somewhat chiselled but realistic body, a thick head of hair, and a smile that could have torn your pajama bottoms off from where you were sitting. And the cock… good lord the cock… a behemoth of seven inches, curved just a bit up, and girthy like a soda can, all resting on a healthy helping of balls.

The photo was enough to click on the profile, and his prose in my bio was enough to keep your interest. You started browsing my profile a bit more, and eventually got to my highlighted videos. Women who’d agreed to be filmed, of course, as advertisements for my page. All of them were writhing, cum-filled messes by the time I was done with them. You didn’t see a single video where the woman’s legs didn’t shake in undeniable orgasmic proof.

It was enough to seal the deal. An appointment was made after a little flirtatious back and forth on the website’s chat app. And, sure enough, the doorbell was ringing.

You peaked out of the little window, greeted by me as I patiently waited outside, looking at my phone and seemingly checking my emails. I held a duffle bag in my hand, and wore nothing more than a simple white tee and grey sweatpants, where a sizeable bulge was visible even through the small lookout in the door.

Tonight was your night. And once you opened the door, we’d get this started.

Hello my lovely readers, thank you for clicking on this prompt!

Today, I want to play as your professional breeder! You want kids, or at least you want to get pregnant, and for whatever reason it just hasn’t been happening for you. Maybe your husband’s busy, maybe you don’t have a husband at all, or maybe your husband just can’t really put up the sperm count to make a difference. Maybe you don’t even want kids, but you’ve got a creampie fetish that’s just a bit too overpowering, and no other outlet to get some release for that craving. Whatever the case, you’ve decided to call me, and trust me when I say I don’t take my job lightly. I get the job done. You’re gonna get your money’s worth by the gallon, baby, just hold on tight.

What should you expect? Excellent question. I don't do this for a quick romp in the inbox. My efforts here, and in all my posts, are to forge a consistent, erotic relationship between me and my partners, while also just having a bit of fun. This would be pretty boring if we couldn't relate to each other at all, and I prefer to get to know my partner a bit out of character while we do our delicious writing. Expect a friendly, dedicated partner interested in writing something that will last, not a poorly crafted lean-to for the pair of us to fuck a single time. What a waste, right? My responses are detailed, chalk full of story and smut alike, depending on the current situation of our characters of course. All in all, I’m a partner willing to go the distance with you, and I promise you won’t regret coming along.

What do I expect? Another excellent question. I don't intend to throw you out with the trash for menial things. Spelling mistakes happen, they do. Even the best of us fall prone to it from time to time, so excited to get a reply out that it goes unchecked by our lavish and frantic fingers. I'll make them. You'll make them. It's fine, really, but I don't enjoy grammatical errors. Sentence structure and formatting, periods, commas, all of that good stuff? You've gotta have it if you want to be my partner. I won't be spending time on minimal effort responses. I also expect a bit of meat where description is concerned. I would hope if you’re responding to this that you’re interested and up to the challenge, and I very much look forward to those partners that are, and intend to reward them immensely with something the pair of us can look back on with pride.

Where can we go with this? Anywhere, really. The way I’ve laid it out in the above prompt is not at all set in stone, more just to give you an idea of the vibe I hope to accomplish with you in the piece. Something fun, something light hearted, but mostly drenched in sex between the pair of us as we film in all sorts of incredible locations. I’ve started us in the middle of our story, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning? Perhaps your husband is just a bit of a busy guy. It’s a classic scenario, but one I feel we can definitely get creative with. Long hours don’t lend to much time for the two of you to be together, but you both definitely want kids, so you decide to hire some extra help. Perhaps you’re not even looking to get pregnant, specifically. Your partner simply refuses to fill you up, no matter how many times you ask him. But once, maybe just once, you want to feel what it’s like to be drenched inside, to feel coated and claimed by a man’s seed. These are only situations we could traverse, but if you have anything else that comes to mind, I want to hear it. I want to know what it is about this prompt that excites you, and what possibilities you see for us together.

What are my kinks and limits? You’re full of incredible questions today, bravo. I won’t bother listing every a single kink I have, as I imagine, same as anyone, that sort of thing gets a bit tedious and boring. However, I will list those I have that stand above the rest, and ones I would absolutely love to incorporate. Are these necessary to play out this prompt with yours truly? No, not at all. But, of course, if you’re a willing participant, you’ll definitely be higher on my list where partners are concerned.

Tongue. This one’s at the top. Making out that involves some sloppy and careless behaviour? Yes. Cunnilingus so charged with sexual want that I’m lapping up every droplet of moisture from your lips? Double yes. A tongue bath, covering every inch of your skin and mine, dragging the flat of our curious mouth muscles across the tasteful flesh of each other? Yes, yes, and yes. Give me tongue. Give me anything creative you can possibly fathom with it, and I almost guarantee I’ll enjoy myself.

Groping. There’s just something about it. What am I supposed to do when a breast looks so ripe I could drink from it? Paw at it with my hand, of course, squeeze it and palm it like some kind of stress toy. What about when your rear is so perfectly positioned as you’re leaning over a desk, practically radiating the image of a peach from a mile away? Well, a good smack and grope does the trick, doesn’t it? A nice healthy helping of thick asscheek in my hand. God, so fucking delicious. And why should I have all the fun? Is my cock looking like some kind of anaconda waiting to pounce from the hem of my pants? Put your fucking hand on my bulge. Get a grip of that meat package! What if my shirt’s just hugging all the right places and you’d rather see it anywhere else than on my person? Run your hands underneath it, I don’t mind at all. Seriously, let’s touch each other like we’re toys.

Loud Sex. Is there anything more boring than a silent partner? Do we really want to just listen to the slapping of flesh against flesh as we get our rocks off? No, we absolutely don’t. You want to hear me moaning, grunting and struggling against the pleasure you’re providing my cock, writhing around in an orgasmic, blissful distress when you finally church that cum from my loins. I want to see you squirming too, panting, choking down a scream that fills your lungs as a cock plunges your depths, or fingers rub you to the extremes of your senses, or kisses shower your body in praise. I want to play you like a goddamn instrument, and I want to hear the music we make together.

Of course, there are plenty of things I do not abide by. Chief among them, and topics I will under no circumstances allow in any of my posts, are underaged characters, excessive violence, animals, and death. I don’t enjoy any of these topics, and will not be playing with them at all.

So, whaddya say? I’m looking for a diligent partner, a creative one, willing to take on the challenge of consistency while also fucking the shit out of each other. Is that you? Let me know in my inbox. Let’s begin the story of a lifetime.