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!

“Popcorn’s done!”

Your voice was so adorable. I was sitting on the couch in the living room of our studio, more like the left corner of our downtown apartment we’d recently purchased. I’d just got my job at the studio, and you were working in executive sales now. It was good for us to be a little closer to our jobs, and we liked the open concept design. I smiled over at you from my spot. “Thanks honey!” I called, lifting my hand to rest it on the back of the couch.

You didn’t miss a beat, smiling as you curled up beside me on the couch, resting your head against my chest. You placed the bowl of popcorn on your lap, popping a few kernels in your mouth before looking up at me with those brilliant doe eyes. “All right,” you said with a mischievous little grin. “Ready!”

“Good girl,” I said with a little smirk, placing a kiss on your head as I reached for the remote. “Oh, I think you’re sitting on it,” I suddenly realised, and we both laughed as you shifted up to pull the remote from beneath your thighs. We didn’t wear pants on movie nights, but you hadn’t been sitting on it long enough to leave any sort of mark. I took it in my hands and pointed towards the TV, and out giant plasma crackled to life in brilliant colour.

My computer was all hooked up, the old file already loaded on the screen. It was an MP4 file, definitely something someone might have found on a torrent site, but this was something of my own making. There was a younger me on screen, maybe a few years younger. I was in my mid twenties, with a girl I’d long since forgotten about. I didn’t need to think of her, really, not when I had you in my life. I loved you, but these movie nights were certainly a blast from the past. The screen was frozen on play, and I reached my arm off the back of the couch to give a little massage to your arm. “Ready baby?”

“Mhm.” You nodded. Enthusiastically. God I loved how excited you were.

I pressed play. There was no music, no grand production, but a wonderful picture quality caught the younger me and my old girlfriend, Mindy. She was Indian, contrasting nicely against my white skin. Her hands were already all over me, yanking clothes away from my body as the pair of us started to move towards the bed. I felt you shift next to me, rubbing your thighs together as you took another bite of popcorn. No doubt you noticed the swell of my cock, already pitching a tent through the fabric restraint of my boxers.

Eventually the ‘movie’ picked up. Mindy and I were naked, and most of what you could see were Mindy’s spread legs and my cute little butt - as you liked to call it - thrusting forward into some unknown depth. It must have felt good, because the noise Mindy was making sounded like a mix of purring and a pleasurable laugh. I smirked, proud of my work as I looked down towards you. You’d stopped eating the popcorn, but you hadn’t stopped moving your thighs. I reached down to cup your breast with my free hand, reaching into your shirt, and felt your breath leave your lips as you rested against my chest. “God… that’s hot,” you said, reaching a hand towards my clothed cock as you palmed a helping handful of dick. “Look at you go…”

God, I fucking loved movie night.

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

Today, I want to play as a young married couple on the cusp of exploring the cuckquean lifestyle. My intent for this is to create a realistic and detailed atmosphere, with well thought out characters and a plethora of sexy friends that your husband gets to fuck, film, and share with you later! I’m open to many different ways the story can evolve, but those are the building blocks I’d like to explore. We got creative. Started watching porn but that didn’t really do it for us. You wanted more. You wanted your husband as the star, and now, we’re invested.

As a note, please feel free to play as any ethnicity for this prompt! I'm white, but I like girls of all colours!

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 fuck in all sorts of incredible locations. I’ve started us in the middle of our story, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning? Perhaps you know some friends that have started watching porn to spice up their sex life, but something about it just isn’t scratching that itch. Maybe you’ve already got a line-up of willing friends, with your husband being an ‘absolutely out of his mind’ catch that you’re more than eager to share. Maybe your friend’s going through a really bad break up, and if you can get your husband to fuck her to make her feel better, all while getting a good video out of it, it’s a win win situation isn’t it? Perhaps you’re more interested in the mediaeval period. Maybe the idea of cameras is a bit boring, and you’d rather be there face to face, watching as your husband - be he a noble diplomat or a simple farmer - takes the woman you have assigned to him. Perhaps it’s a power thing for you, knowing that you control everything your husband does, and keep him mind-blowingly happy as he fucks to his heart’s content. 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.