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Your character is featured in the write up below. However, if anything about her personality seems like something you’d like to change, do feel free to say so if you decide to message me, and I’ll be happy to make that change with you. Enjoy!

It didn’t get much better than a glass of wine and a romantic comedy, unless of course it was Valentine’s Day in our house.

See, we had a bit of a routine when the middle of February came rolling around. We’d built our relationship on routine, really. It was part of the reason we’d stayed together so long. Highschool sweethearts, and now look at us? A young, married couple, with well-paying jobs, a lovely little home, and a bright future ahead of us. We were doing pretty well, and you thought as much as you sighed a happy sigh, glass of wine in your hand, your thighs on my shoulders and your toes dancing happy little curls as the movie we’d picked out played softly in the background.

And how couldn’t you be happy? We’d had a day of lovely, beautiful meals. All made by myself, of course. Dishes could wait until tomorrow, but we had a vicious system of efficiency. Every meal was perfectly prepared between our lovely little activities today. Reading in the nook, going for a walk, a bouquet of flowers delivered to our door, even some arts and crafts. The entire day had been planned, and of course I’d saved room for chores. The floor was spotless, the laundry was all folded right on top of the machine. I knew your fingers in my hair were my thanks for a day well organised, and I hummed happily as I received your grip.

The bedroom was the real pride and joy though. Scented candles, your absolute favourite combination of scents, and the rose petals we’d obviously have to clean up tomorrow. Well, you wouldn’t. You’d be fast asleep after tonight, more than likely, but I’d make sure everything was spick and span for tomorrow morning. We’d even hung up those paper lanterns we’d made this morning after those delicious breakfast sandwiches we’d made. I’d tried to make the eggs in the shape of hearts but that had proven pretty challenging. At least we’d got to laugh about it. It was close to the laugh you were making now as my tongue combed the length of your vulva.

My hands reached down your thighs, slipping down to grip bountifully from your rear, all of you bare to me as I kept my face buried at your pussy. We’d barely worn clothes all day beyond the t-shirts we’d thrown on, and here I was enjoying yet another delicious helping of your wet cunt, lapping it up like it was a melting ice cream cone. I pursed my lips around your clit and began a delicate suckle, breaking for only seconds to forcefully lap my tongue to curl and prod at your waiting, soaking lips. God you were delicious. And I could hear your moans despite the gorgeous meat of your thighs wrapped firmly around my head.

I loved how vocal you got. Our neighbours were definitely gonna hear you tonight, but David and Jenna could go fuck themselves. What a beautiful fucking day. My cock practically jumped for joy as I continued to eat you up, savouring your taste more than any of the wonderful meals I’d made for the pair of us today. You were my good girl, and I was gonna take care of my baby today.

Hello my lovely readers, thank you for clicking on this prompt!

Today, I want to write a very simple and giving tale with you. I want a wife/girlfriend/fiance, whatever it is you’d prefer our situation to be, to just give to this Valentine’s Day. You’re my special, precious, lovely darling, and I’m gonna give you everything you ever want today. Home cooked meal? Check. Pussy licked? Check. Hell, laundry folded? Check. Whatever you want baby, I’m your little checklist today to rest and take it easy this day of roses. I don’t want you to worry about a goddamn thing. Oh, and of course, if my girl wants some pipe, all she has to do is ask and I’ll make sure she’s pumped up like a jelly filled doughnut.

What should you expect? Excellent question. I don't do this for a quick romp in the inbox. My efforts here, and in all my posts, are to forge a consistent, erotic relationship between me and my partners, while also just having a bit of fun. This would be pretty boring if we couldn't relate to each other at all, and I prefer to get to know my partner a bit out of character while we do our delicious writing. Expect a friendly, dedicated partner interested in writing something that will last, not a poorly crafted lean-to for the pair of us to fuck a single time. What a waste, right? My responses are detailed, chalk full of story and smut alike, depending on the current situation of our characters of course. All in all, I’m a partner willing to go the distance with you, and I promise you won’t regret coming along.

What do I expect? Another excellent question. I don't intend to throw you out with the trash for menial things. Spelling mistakes happen, they do. Even the best of us fall prone to it from time to time, so excited to get a reply out that it goes unchecked by our lavish and frantic fingers. I'll make them. You'll make them. It's fine, really, but I don't enjoy grammatical errors. Sentence structure and formatting, periods, commas, all of that good stuff? You've gotta have it if you want to be my partner. I won't be spending time on minimal effort responses. I also expect a bit of meat where description is concerned. I would hope if you’re responding to this that you’re interested and up to the challenge, and I very much look forward to those partners that are, and intend to reward them immensely with something the pair of us can look back on with pride.

Where can we go with this? Anywhere, really. The way I’ve laid it out in the above prompt is not at all set in stone, more just to give you an idea of the vibe I hope to accomplish with you in the piece. Something fun, something light hearted, but mostly drenched in sex between the pair of us as we fuck in all sorts of incredible locations. I’ve started us in the middle of our story, but perhaps you’d prefer the beginning? Perhaps its our first Valentine’s Day together. Maybe your old boyfriend was a bit misogynistic, thought this holiday was all about women serving men. You’re delighted to find that I think almost the exact opposite, and give you the day of your dreams. Perhaps this is a tradition we trade off. Last year you gave me something unbelievable, basically living on my dick in between the delicious meals you made for the two of us. It’s my turn this year, and I’m delighted to bring you all the love and care you could ever want. These are only situations we could traverse, but if you have anything else that comes to mind, I want to hear it. I want to know what it is about this prompt that excites you, and what possibilities you see for us together.

What are my kinks and limits? You’re full of incredible questions today, bravo. I won’t bother listing every a single kink I have, as I imagine, same as anyone, that sort of thing gets a bit tedious and boring. However, I will list those I have that stand above the rest, and ones I would absolutely love to incorporate. Are these necessary to play out this prompt with yours truly? No, not at all. But, of course, if you’re a willing participant, you’ll definitely be higher on my list where partners are concerned.

Tongue. This one’s at the top. Making out that involves some sloppy and careless behaviour? Yes. Cunnilingus so charged with sexual want that I’m lapping up every droplet of moisture from your lips? Double yes. A tongue bath, covering every inch of your skin and mine, dragging the flat of our curious mouth muscles across the tasteful flesh of each other? Yes, yes, and yes. Give me tongue. Give me anything creative you can possibly fathom with it, and I almost guarantee I’ll enjoy myself.

Groping. There’s just something about it. What am I supposed to do when a breast looks so ripe I could drink from it? Paw at it with my hand, of course, squeeze it and palm it like some kind of stress toy. What about when your rear is so perfectly positioned as you’re leaning over a desk, practically radiating the image of a peach from a mile away? Well, a good smack and grope does the trick, doesn’t it? A nice healthy helping of thick asscheek in my hand. God, so fucking delicious. And why should I have all the fun? Is my cock looking like some kind of anaconda waiting to pounce from the hem of my pants? Put your fucking hand on my bulge. Get a grip of that meat package! What if my shirt’s just hugging all the right places and you’d rather see it anywhere else than on my person? Run your hands underneath it, I don’t mind at all. Seriously, let’s touch each other like we’re toys.

Loud Sex. Is there anything more boring than a silent partner? Do we really want to just listen to the slapping of flesh against flesh as we get our rocks off? No, we absolutely don’t. You want to hear me moaning, grunting and struggling against the pleasure you’re providing my cock, writhing around in an orgasmic, blissful distress when you finally church that cum from my loins. I want to see you squirming too, panting, choking down a scream that fills your lungs as a cock plunges your depths, or fingers rub you to the extremes of your senses, or kisses shower your body in praise. I want to play you like a goddamn instrument, and I want to hear the music we make together.

Of course, there are plenty of things I do not abide by. Chief among them, and topics I will under no circumstances allow in any of my posts, are underaged characters, excessive violence, animals, and death. I don’t enjoy any of these topics, and will not be playing with them at all.

So, whaddya say? I’m looking for a diligent partner, a creative one, willing to take on the challenge of consistency while also fucking the shit out of each other. Is that you? Let me know in my inbox. Let’s begin the story of a lifetime.