I’ve never quite understood the whole ‘once you go black’ thing. Maybe it’s because I was already there and had nothing to go back to? Or maybe it was just a placebo, the idea of pissing off an emotionally abusive (probably low-key racist) father-figure. On the other hand, maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t a busty, phat-assed, white woman. That might have had a factor in not understanding it. But that didn’t stop me from fully indulging myself in the eager, Queens that would throw themselves like lemmings onto my thick and overhung shaft.

Though, it had always stuck with me how it might not have been the ‘blackness’, so to speak. It might have been more of the fact that my cock (and, I truly don’t try to flaunt this) is womb-breakingly large and girthy that most women have very sudden and hasty thoughts about the situation. They always think that they can take it… Until it pushes against their lower half and they very rapidly beat a retreat to a nervous blowjob. And I can read the room, so I call it a night and roll over, sparing them the throes of agony that occur on my turgid meat pole. But it was always a bit of a relief. They never really satisfied me anyway. None of them hit that perfect, mind-numbing, jaw-dropping, something that just made me want to get HARD.

That is… Until I met you. You were… Well, you were everything that my cock craved. You were thick, you were saucy, you were ‘down’… But above all else you were BUSTY. And that was the seller. I know, I know, I’ve heard all the jokes, all the racial stigmas, all the arguments for how hot or how not… But frankly, I love (and I mean LOVE) a gigantic pair of knockers. Or jumbo juggs. Mega melons. Titanic tits. So of course when all these Latinas or PAWGs come flaunting up to me twerking and jiggling and performing the mating dance of their horny lives, it was always flattering, but never what I wanted. Of course I couldn’t say no to a big, fat, ass, obviously, but I just knew, just KNEW that my head belonged to the biggest, juiciest, roundest… Well, I think you get the picture.

So what had always been a bit of nuisance, a racial insensitivity that I used to my advantage, became a godsend when I saw the tiny, thin (so small it was nearly indistinguishable) QoS bracelet that you had around your wrist.

Greetings DPP! Today I am trying to write a more RACEPLAY (and NOT RACIST. Seriously, I really don’t want to talk about your opinion on ‘superiority’)-oriented sort of prompt. Themes like physical contrast (black/white, thin/thick, younger/older), genuine connection (perhaps a lesson in objectification?), and depth of character. And obviously raunchy, over-the-top, moaning, slapping, sucking sex. But that’s a bit of a given on here, right? I really like the idea of a young man who doesn’t particularly buy the whole ‘BLACKED’ thing, but definitely uses it to hook up! Someone who might have genuine aspirations for his relationship beyond the BBC and mouth that he has grown so accustomed to… Only to have to jump into full gear when he meets the woman of his dreams!

As for the places that this can go, I have several ideas: maybe your character sees him as just an attractive sex object, only to find that he has a bit more to him than just his overwhelmingly large cock and balls. Or a woman looking to escape the mundane life that she has locked in with her husband, only to find companionship where she wanted a quick fling? Regardless, I would like to explore the idea that the race is superficial and surface, and (while kinky and sexy) is not what we truly start to get out of each other as the two characters start to get to know one another.

~Sizeplay~

This is an element of the roleplay that I like to make very clear because I tend to run into people who like to gloss over the sizeplay requirements of my roleplays. This is, with no exceptions, NON-NEGOTIABLE. Larger-than-life sizes is a requirement for this roleplay. While there are limits, as there are to anything, the MINIMUM would be breasts the size of basketballs, at least. Seriously. While immobility is too much. Just coming in and saying ‘I have G cups’ is meaningless.

~Adv. Lit.~

It would be hypocritical of me to expect perfect English grammar, punctuation, and spelling from my partners at all times, so I won’t! Mostly what I expect is a dedication to detail and description. How our bodies and their movements affect the world around us, how they interact with one another, squishing, spanking, rippling, moving, flexing… All of it, I believe, is a huge part of roleplaying, not just the scene or setting that has been dictate d by the prompt. So no, it won’t be enough to just ‘imagine’ that your breasts are huge, of ‘think about’ how big I am. Concrete details matter, at least to me. It is a formative aspect to how I like to personally roleplay and dictates my style quite often. I prefer a dynamic writing style, with no set limit or requirement for words or paragraphs, but expect a fair bit of writing from me if you tend toward being more verbose or loquacious.

~Details and Description~

Personally, I find that writing about our bodies and their actions and their minutia to be the most attractive and sexy part of DPP. While I understand that this isn’t the case for everyone, I would really appreciate that any partner of mine be in the same mindset. Or at least adjacent. So I really try to rely on overt descriptions rather than images or reference pieces. Particularly when it comes to our assets. Knowing a bra size is not that helpful in gauging size, considering that breasts are so varied and different in weight, size, perkiness, sag, shape, connection… All sorts of things! And obviously we all want huge cocks (in different ways) but just saying its a 14-incher doesn’t help much! What about veins? Or curvature? Or flare? Or the way the balls stretch and pull skin? Or fit down pants? Or slap noisily? That’s the kind of thing I want to focus on! Now, I know that this is kind of a given on a writing subreddit, so I really do appreciate a good effort given to attention and detail. Whether or not the details are actually good isn't so much important as long as effort is being put in. Now, as many people can attest to, I'm certainly not Shakespeare myself, but I like to think that I'm fairly good at putting in the work, and I would love it if my partner found that important as well. So, rather than detail, I think the title for this section should be: effort.

~Limits~

Ah yes, the least fun part. All of these are non-negotiable, without exception. While I do have other soft limits off this list, those can be played with the correct partner so feel free to ask! But the things on the list below are not happening under any circumstances. While there’s no shame in liking them, if it’s what you’re looking for, look elsewhere. Well, let’s get this over with.

• Snuff
• Scat
• Heavy BDSM
• Rape
• Gore/Extreme Pain
• Non-detailed writing
• One-shots

~OOC~

While I don’t expect you to interact with me as a romantic partner, I do like to embrace the ‘pen pal’ aspect of DPP. A little bit about me: As an individual, I think that I could be considered fairly nerdy. I like games (video, tabletop, and card.), cooking, writing (obviously), and I've been known to dabble in other hobbies from time to time. I've got a degree I'm English Literature, and I'm working on getting my MA, but that's a different kind of adventure. And not a particularly fun one. I would probably be labeled a conversationalist, though NOT talking has never been one of my strong suits, and I love to get to know my partners (in a consensual and non-intrusive way, of course) outside of roleplay. So while this is less of a requirement, I think that forming a relationship outside of roleplay can be fun and exciting and allows us to break up the constant smut.

All in all, I recognize that this is demanding a lot. I recognize that many people on this subreddit are all here looking for equally specific things and that I am but a voice shouting into a horny void. But if this interests you, please reach out. I would love to hear from you and get something fun started!