[F4M] I'm looking for someone interested in my long term role-play ideas

I'm looking to do one of these ideas on DISCORD. Looking for a long-term multi part story. USE MESSAGE NOT CHAT

SUGAR DATING. The bills were pilling up and with my parents working 40 hour weeks we were still struggling to stay afloat, even as I turned 20 i was living at home and i was considering turning to porn when i saw an app for sugar dating. I was broke and had no choice, at least that's what I told myself.

ONE NIGHT STAND TURNS INTO MORE, the next day. I was so hungover when i woke up i felt like dying. I wondered why I was in a motel bed in my going out clothes caked in so much cum i felt stiff as I sat up until i remembered our hookup. Fuck it felt so wrong you were alot older and married but fuck it felt so good. And it's not like I'll ever see you again right? I'd love if the one night stand turns out to be someone I'll meet like a neighbour, my boss, my boyfriends dad, my teacher?

Boyfriends Dad: You’re my bfs dad and we end up hooking up at a bar not knowing who eachother are. Fast forward a few weeks later and I walk in to your house with your son. We are both scarred not you end up seducing me again that night.

FORCED INTO PROSTITUTION. I want to roleplay as a woman who is forced into prostitution by a ruthless pimp who keeps his girls in line by fear and violence. Not a high class call girl but the cheap dirty girl you think of standing on the street corner looking for a client. I would like to have the pimp be in some sort of organized crime, mafia, the like or made up. It doesn't need to play a major role but I like the idea he has to answer to people higher than him. This is not his first time pimping. I see the pimp using violence and aggression to keep the prostitutes in line.

I have a few ideas on how she is forced. Perhaps she is from a desolate country and is promised work in a prosperous country and sold into prostitution by her traveling leaders. Perhaps she is Lured in by promise of being a model for ads against trafficking and slowly chained into hogtie and gag for the photos. Only to be sold off.

My dads best friend. I've known you all my lige and you have always been a second father to me, someone i could talk to no matter what. So how was it that during your birthday party while there's dozens of people in the house you've taken me somewhere quiet and I'm being filled by your married cock.

BLM RALLEY.I'd like to play a scene where a white girl goes to a black lives matter protest and ends up fucking a black guy for the first time.

Molly had been getting into activism and social justice ever since she started college. She grew up in a small midwest town and had been very sheltered. Mostly surrounded by white people.

She had never realized how much inequality there was. She had stated by reading and studying, by donating to charities, signing petitions, etc.

Her boyfriend had been mostly supportive though he rolled his eyes whenever she would talk about racial discrimination.

Finally she decided she wanted to do more, she wanted to act. So she decided she was going to attend a local BLM protest downtown. Her boyfriend was immediately against it. He said it was dangerous, there were riots, she'd get hurt

Abduction.For this RP I will have my backpack (stuffed full of stolen cash) some black flip flops, a large white tshirt, red plaid pajama pants, and my glasses. ~

Prompt:

I had been living alone in my mothers house since I was collecting her disability checks illegally for years before the government finally noticed.

Because of this, I had to flee far from my home town in Idaho. On the edge of town, I ended up coming across a gas station rest stop.

Against my better judgement, I waited until the clerk dozed off, before stealing every last dollar in the register (surprisingly just over $2000)

To my surprise and naïveté, within 30 minutes my face was plastered on every news channel and name “Sophia Maya Kristen” was reiterated on every radio station in the area.

I was now wanted for fraud and theft, with nowhere to go.

It was nearing 2 in the morning as I walked along the pitch black dirt road surrounded by thick brush and trees, only bare wide enough to fit one car.

I marched on slowly trying to stay hidden, that is, until hearing the low rumble of what sounded like an old pickup truck