Hi

To start us off, a little about me... I'm a 30s British girl who loves to write! I like detail, I like passion, I like building a story and not just roleplaying the smut. I want our characters to explore themselves and explore the world we create for them before they jump in and explore each other. I enjoy talking outside of Roleplay, I want to know what you like, what makes you tick. I want to discuss where we can take our ideas and how we're going to play things out. If you want somebody to talk or even rant to about your real life then I'm there for it! I'm an open book who is willing to make friends as well as create a really good story together. I'm not looking for anything short term, I'm looking for something that gets me excited to load up Discord. {If you're not looking for RP right now but somebody to talk to and we share some similar kinks then still, drop me a message! I am always welcoming of new Discord friends too.}

Anyway, I can, however, be a fussy little bitch - I expect literate, multiple paragraph posts. I primarily write in 3rd person but I’ll switch to 1st for someone who is willing to put in the effort I desire. I’m fine with one or two liners in terms of dialogue but otherwise the details are important to me. Discord is also the only place I will RP. In a server, not PMs. I’m a slut for neatness as well as detail.

Not forgetting the important bit, some of my kinks and limits! Kinks: non con, throat fucking, choking/breath play, drugs, heavy pain, knife play, cheating, restraint, violence, degradation, age gap, bimbofication, misogyny, intelligence, battle of wills/power, psychopaths, lingerie, collars, name calling, sleep play. None of these are must haves in my stories. Limits: scat, vomit, vore.

If you sound like the person I'm looking for... here is a prompt I have in mind! If the below doesn’t interest you then please still feel free to message and I’ll show you what else I have up my sleeve!

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When you get everything you ask for the novelty soon wears off. At some point you start craving the things that won't be handed to you on a silver platter by daddy. At that point just the risk of buying drugs behind your parent’s back becomes almost as exciting as the high you get from snorting the white powder you’d handed their hard earned cash over for. It’s an element of risk that is comfortable enough for a clueless girl to pursue. Get kicked out of the club for cutting lines in the bathroom? Unlikely. Besides - there are plenty of other places where you’d be ushered to the front of the line. And if it came to the worst of the worst... being arrested? Well, daddy has so many lawyer friends, too many to count!

That’s what life had become for Ellie Taylor. It didn’t take her long to find a dealer or two, she’d been frequenting some of the most exclusive clubs in the city since she turned 18. Finding cocaine in those places was almost as easy as finding the bar and therefore Ellie and her gaggle of girlfriends were soon enough frequent visitors of the club bathroom more than said bar. She had become dependent on the thrill as much as the substance and the only thing that could up the ante in most parent’s nightmares? Start dating your dealer! Sure, Ellie was a petite 5’5 with bleach blonde hair, a slender body with a chest that turned heads. Yes, Ellie could have bagged herself some future doctor or lawyer or a man like her father with her heart shaped face and shiny brown eyes. But they were so utterly dull and the last thing she wanted to become was her mother...

Hannah Taylor on the other hand was a ‘good girl’. I guess now you’d say she was a good woman. She’d always done everything ‘by the book’. The book her parents had shoved down her throat since she was a child. She went to college, she married a ‘nice ambitious man’ and then she gave up her career to have Ellie and her younger brother Evan. Just like a ‘good woman’ should. Settled down in a nice house with four too many bedrooms than they needed. She’d tried to pass the book down to Ellie who was now approaching her twenties with no idea what she was doing. Instead her daughter was fuelled on by unlimited access to daddy’s credit card coupled with no ambition or prospects whatsoever. Hannah was certain there was some secret boyfriend situation going on too, her daughter was 100% hiding something.

Hannah’s life much unlike Ellie’s was spent mostly indoors and out of trouble. Her days used to be busier but then her husband simply insisted on having hired help around the house, so suddenly the hours she had spent cleaning were spent simply looking for things to do. She had tried every hobby from squash to knitting but nothing quite caught her attention. The only upside to the excessive amount of free time she’d gained was that Hannah could perfect aging. She had time for regular hair and beauty appointments, she kept her botox topped up, she was a long way off however from being ‘fake’. Unlike her daughter her hair stayed it’s natural red shine. Standing at 5’7 Hannah had the curves and chest of a woman. The hourglass figure she bestowed moved with the confidence of someone who had grown content with her own body and self. But all things considered, Hannah had still become lost and with her husband working longer hours and the children grown… she was approaching her 40s and bored.