Alexander looked at his empty wallet in disgust. "Man! I can't believe I blew the last of my paycheck at that flea market." he mused. Well it looked like it's going to be a week of peddling his bike to work and eating PB&J and Ramon until next payday. AGAIN!!! And once again anyone else would consider his purchased treasure hoard to be nothing but a pile of tacky junk. A bunch of mostly vintage scifi and geekdom items that warmed his inner child. Yea... but Alex was 19 now and trying to save up money to have for his sophomore year at college. Perhaps some of it would at least impress his D&D group on Saturday. Well nothing left to do but to put it all away.

The Star Trek OS phaser went on the bookshelf under the signed and framed poster of Nichelle Nichols at the comm station in her red skirt uniform. The 1.5" crystal ball on the dragon motif stand goes on the dresser.... No, better put it on the desk. The dresser gets direct sunlight in the evenings and we don't want that crystal ball acting like a magnifying glass and starting a fire. Let's see....

20 minutes  later Alex got to the most unusual item. A heavy brass Aladdin style oil lamp. Yea, that thing should really impress his fellow game-nerds. I mean it looked pretty authentic. No cheap plastic or die-cast job on this. Of course it was just some old prop. I mean, naturally when he had seen it on the table he had to give it a rub, and of course nothing happened. He felt a little foolish for even trying until he noticed that the sides of the lamp were the only parts of it that were a dull yellow instead of a ruddy tannish-brown from the tarnish. Obviously a lot of other people had been doing the same thing before putting it back and not buying it. Alex had to laugh at himself. At least he wasn't the only one, but this was something he HAD to show them all on Saturday.

Looking it over again more thoroughly he noticed some weird etchings on the base, mostly obscured with the tarnish. Getting some metal polish and a rag Alex went to work cleaning up the etched part of the base and then examined it again. The etchings were letters in some strange language. There were two phrases, one on each side. Alex took out some paper and a pen and drew the figures, then scanned them into his computer. A bit of searching led to the discovery that the words were Hebrew, and translated to mean "In the name of Solomon the Great, come forth" and "By the authority of Solomon the Mighty, return".

Hooookay,.... well this seems...interesting to say the least. Alex said the words out loud, and found himself suddenly experiencing a great and powerful... nothing. He tried it while rubbing the lamp, and again, was met with a stunningly underwhelming lack of reaction. Feeling silly he decided to give it one last try. Looking up the pronunciation of the original Hebrew phrases Alex tried his best at speaking the first line while rubbing the lamp, and then... again, nothing.

Except...

Was that a little hint of a whiff of blueish smoke that was just starting to curl up out of the lamp's wick spout? Then in just a couple of seconds the whiff became a tendril, then a plume, and then a stream, and then a pouring of a thick billowing blue cloud that formed in front of him and began to take shape. Out of the depths of the top portion of the cloud a pair of striking emerald green eyes emerged and seemed to gaze hungrily into the very depths of his soul.

Then, before he could think, the smoke dissipated to reveal a strikingly beautiful woman wearing ancient middle eastern garb standing before him, the palms of her hands pressed together, fingertips pointed upwards. She bowed low before him, her head dipped but just enough to still allow those captivating eyes to look up and remain fixed on him. In a voice that flowed sensuously from her lips with the feeling of silk, she purred "As-salau alayum, Oh great Master."

Alex stumbles back at her appearance, hitting the bed with the back of his knees and falling into a seated position on the mattress. He looks up and stares at her in awe and wonder. "Yah-ha. A, aha, abawa" He says with all the eloquence at his disposal. She saunters forward, her hips swaying like a small ship on the ocean swells. She reaches out a hand and lightly caresses the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair and gently guiding his head to look up into her eyes. From his position they appear like two stars rising above the swelling hills of her breasts.

"You... You're a Genie!" He blurted out, regaining his voice if not his wit.

Her face momentarily darkens with a look of fury of a storm at sea at the sound of that vulgar and common bastardization of the name of her proud and noble race of Djinn, but then it softens. It is obvious this lad has spoken out of ignorance and not insult or malice, and ignorance can be cured with a bit of patience and training, and oh how she loves the training of a new Master.

((End Introduction))

In this RP you are a beautiful female Djinn (Genie) who is eager to serve her new master, however in addition to the limitations you so often hear about you are also seriously under-powered from having been left starving for so many hundreds of years in the lamp. As it turns out, Djinni (plural of Djinn) are a race of supernatural beings who feed off of the psychic energies from a host who is in a specific emotional state. Djinni bound to vessels like the lamp become connected to the host who first summons them for the remainder of that host's life. Connected Djinni can only feed off their host or those who are with their host and sharing that emotional state. Different Djinn feed off of different emotional energies. In your case you feed off of your host being in a state of erotic arousal or orgasmic release. Right now your power reserves are all but spent and you're like a bear that's just emerged from hibernation and it will take you a bit of time and several feedings to get back to your full potential. At present you can barely physically manifest outside your lamp but with time and enough good meals your reality warping skills can be truly amazing.

Of course your first order of business is to get me to let you feed off of me. For you, having one on one sex with your host is like having only half a meal. Djinn can't feed off their own energies, so you would have twice as much energy coming from me having sex with another woman. Not that you'd mind at all joining in for a threesome or moresome once you get going, and a one on one with me is still always a tasty snack.

I'm looking for this to be a long term fantasy role play. I've always wanted to play this out and I think it has the possibility to go so many directions, getting more fantastical as we explore. In this fantasy if you (or I) can imagine it, you can do it. Perhaps we get to enjoy sex in unusual surrealistic ways. Body modification, or with you helping me seduce and enjoy the woman of my dreams (With you RP'ing any other female characters we bring into it). Or perhaps you give us the power of flight so we can open a new chapter of the mile high club. Maybe you temporarily bring me into other realities, or have someone from an alternate reality come to me,  where I can have kinky fun with any famous or fictional character I ever fantasized about (or that you in RL have ever fantasized about being). Of course this isn't just meant to be a fuckfest. I hope our primary characters will spend at least as much time character developing in roleplay and discovering who we are as we do so. In fact, from previous times I’ve played this, I have developed a rather intriguing background lore for the race of the Djinni and a background history for your character that I am very proud of and would love to submit for your consideration. (Purely  optional of course. I want you to play your character as you see best and if you prefer to do a total build from scratch then I would of course be eager to see what you’d come up with and be happy to play that.)  Drop me a chat or DM  if you are interested.