The main idea of the prompt below is that I have bought a haunted house which draws it's energy from the sexual activity of the people living in it, especially forbidden breeding.. I love the idea of a long slow corruption, all about repressed feelings bubbling to the surface amidst temptation. Think the book version of the Haunting of Hill House, if it was more sexually charged.

I'm looking for a long term roleplay that is on the slow side. I want erotic tension and danger, not wham bam sex.

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The wind howled through the eaves of old mansion. It was my first house, and had been a bargain, the owners had wanted a quick sale and had accepted a price at a deep discount to market value. I wasn't thinking about that right now, though. I was lying listening to the sound of the wind and furiously jerking my cock.

Biting my lip as the wails and moans continued, my mind filled with images of nubile young bodies, tied and bound as rough hands pulled at their bodies. “It's just the wind!” a small tiny voice in the back of my head was saying, but it was drowned out by the blood rushing to my cock, and the slow fap-fap noise as my hand moved up and my lubricated shaft. The rhythmic creaking of the bed and the accompanying noises from the wooden floorboards filled my ears. I imagined myself holding down the young wife, her protests turning into moans of desire as my seed spilled out over my fingers. I fell asleep in a fugue of post orgasmic bliss, the old timbers of the house moving and flexing in satisfaction.

The next morning I continued unpacking. I was still exploring the various nooks and crannies, each cupboard door I opened, or curtain that I drew back feeling like I was slowly undressing a young ingenue. Around me the house seemed to shift, it's pipes knocking.

I chuckled at the thought. I didn't know what had come over me, but every since I'd bought the old mansion I'd been having more and more horny thoughts. Things that I never thought before, straight out of a steamy gothic romance. I guessed it was because of the surroundings, the gilded furniture underneath gothic arches, the stuffed animals, or the old paintings. I wondered if it was the decoration, or something to do with the sensuous architectural curves and protuberances. 

The entire house felt coquettish, and I had been drawn to it since the moment I had laid eyes on it. I had been desperate to leave the bedsit that was living with my parents, to get out from under my mother's judgemental eye. I wanted somewhere that I wouldn't be embarrassed to bring a girl home to. Finally be able to have a long term girlfriend, maybe even a wife. My parents insisted that I needed to settle down, like you had. You were already talking about a family, about giving them grandchildren. I couldn't think of anything worse. My bravado about the number of girls I had bedded may be exaggerated, but I wasn't one to settle down and be a father. I wanted to be the player I pretended to be.

The house seemed perfect. In fact, it seemed to be calling to me. The family had been so desperate to sell that they insisted I buy it "as is", contents and all. They'd seemed to be especially pleased that I was single. “No kids?” the father had asked, a haunted look in his eyes. I'd laughed and said that so far I had dodged that bullet. He and his heavily pregnant wife had shared a glance, and almost immediately agreed to my initial offer. The estate agent had seemed as shocked as I was, presumably seeing a big chunk of commission disappearing.

Ever we had completed - the sale had been rushed through in record time despite the notary’s misgivings - I've been terrified that I'm going to lift a painting and find a wall rotted away behind it, or that a pipe will burst in the middle of the night and I will awaken in a lake of fetid sewage. But so far, so good. The house seemed to be in rude health, the workers I had brought in to inspect it had told me that they had never seen an old house in such good condition, certainly not in the small village where I now lived.

My phone beeps in my pocket. Fishing it out, I scan the message you sent me. I'm looking forward to seeing you, It's been too long. You'd been with my brother in law's family at Christmas, so we'd missed each other. I still had to tell you off for leaving me alone with our parents for so long. Your message is confirming that all is good for tomorrow and asking if there is anything specific I want as my house warming gift. “Your presence is all the present I need, sis” I text back. As I reread the message I frown. That was a little more flirty than I'd normally send. Harmless enough though. 

I hope that the mattress on the bed in the guest room won't be too lumpy for you. As I think about this, I'm suddenly painfully aware of my erection. Nobody told me that becoming a homeowner did this much for your vitality. Or maybe it's something in the country air?

I give myself a squeeze. Somewhere the house shifts, groans. But I don't have time to listen now, something more urgent is driving the blood from my brain.

On a sudden whim, I stand up and head towards the guest bedroom. A portrait hangouts on one wall showing a young woman. She's dressed in regency frills, with a blue ribbon and a diamond ring on one hand. She has her pale gold hair up in braids and her hand resting on her belly. She stares out of the frame directly at the guest bed, where I'm lying and slowly stroking myself. She looks down at me from the painting with a knowing smile, and I stroke faster.

My cock is rock hard again, as I imagine her riding me. Her dress is hitched up round her waist and she is slamming her hips down onto me. I imagine her pussy, hot and wet, enveloping my bare cock. Her wedding ring glints on her finger, her moans fill my ears. I feel my cock swelling, ready to fill her belly with my seed. She looks down at me with a look of wanton lust, begging me to fill her womb, to breed her.

When I cum, it's as hard and copious as ever. I've made a mess of the clean bedsheets I had put on for you, so I hurriedly strip the bed and replace them. As I finish tucking in the duvet, I can feel my erection growing again. I shake my head in bemusement; I definitely need to find a girlfriend.

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I'm interested in a slow burn roleplay all about erotic tension and temptation. The sex should be the climax (ha!), and we should both be trying to see how long we can keep the tension up without taking that final step. The DPP equivalent of edging, if you like. My intended writing style for this is a few paragraphs at a time, once a day. More like we are writing a story together rather than a scene - I've done this before and with the right partner it works really well.

My prompt is written in the first person, but I'm happy to adapt viewpoint and tense. But the tone and theme of the roleplay is important. I make no apologies for the length of the prompt; I'm after a long term roleplay. This roleplay should be focused on the house slowly tempting, tricking and corrupting us into doing things that we really shouldn't be doing.

My kinks on the physical act side are mostly vanilla (I'm a sucker for a bit of romantic sex), but I also like some darker things: cheating, risky creampies (especially with the "wrong" person), dubious consent / trickery, incest. My limits are underage, toilet stuff, torture. Not a huge fan of misogyny and race play.

I'm happy to discuss the relationship between our characters; the prompt is written with us as brother and sister, but that can be changed. As long as neither of us want to or should have sex with the other.

Let's discuss the setting and our ideas for the story before jumping into it.