Whenever you see this, feel free to send a message if you're interested in being my partner!

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 was common to find clothes scattered around the apartment, but usually I was very good at cleaning up after I was done. The fact that some of my clothes were still in the living room when you got home probably meant that I was in the middle of filming.

See, our apartment - as shitty as it was - functioned as a pretty great studio. It was ambiguous enough, not really offering any sort of skyline through the windows, but still elegant and well decorated thanks to your intuitive interior design. Soft carpets, plush chairs, neat bookshelves, and even a painting or two here and there. It was no wonder my clients often wanted to see me fuck myself with a fleshlight on our couch, or hump a sex toy down on the carpet. Something so filthy in a place so clean was enticing to some of my clients.

You could hear the music coming from our guest bedroom as well, the 'office' I'd set up for all my webcam shows. I'd spent weeks on the lighting, trying to make it masculine and arousing at the same time. All of the sex dolls fans had sent me were displayed neatly on the walls, but it did seem like I was using one now. The bed was rocking. It was obvious even from your stance at the entryway. Still, the little neon light on the door didn't say 'live,' so you figured it was probably ok to enter.

As you did so, you were greeted by a familiar, but no doubt still arousing sight. There I was, your boyfriend, a lean and athletic supermodel of a man, humping away at something on the bed. It was a Tushy 3, one of the latest in silicon sex toys that one of my highest donors had gotten me. It was essentially a fat ass, with a bit of thighs and a lower back, and my glistening cock was shoving into it at lightning speed as I made every porn face in the book. I was facing the end of the bed, the camera on a tripod set up at the end of it catching my thrusts in all their glory. Another camera hung down from the cieling, looking down at my shoulders and gorgeous head of hair as I continued to fuck the toy.

But it was then that I noticed you, and the grunting and moaning and playful spanking all teased. I'd even been saying a woman's name. Delilah, a huge donor for my platform. Clearly I was making some kind of video, but I smiled towards you as I saw you in the threshold. My body was slightly glistening with effort, and I ran a hand through the strands of my hair that had fallen out of place as I looked towards you.

"Hey baby," I said, my voice a bit breathful as my chest seemed to rise and fall. I'd stopped thrusting completely, half of my giant cock just peaking out from the toy, soaked in lube. "Just making a video for Delilah. How was work honey? I have dinner warmed up in the oven if you wanna eat now?"

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

Today, I want to play as your loving boyfriend, who also happens to be an incredibly popular sex worker in the field of entertainment. He's not a porn star, not yet at least, but he's close now to almost 10,000 fans on OnlyFans, and he's not a cheap producer either. But he always assures you that his work doesn't mean anything, it's just a way to bring in money to support you. And, if you ever wanted to, he'd be happy to film something with you. His fans have been begging to see him dick down his girlfriend, but he's never done that as he's never gotten your permission. It's work to him - sex work, but work. You're the most important thing in his uniquely sexual life, and obviously, he's pretty incredible at sex from all the practice he does on film. I want to play out a slice of life involving these characters, and enjoy this wild and sexual life we both lead so casually.

As a note, please feel free to play as any ethnicity for this prompt! I'm white, but I like girls of all colours!

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 you're just now finding out about this work life of his. Maybe it's something he's kept secret from you, and you come home one night to him and a full chat room of people all wanting him to cum for a third time. Perhaps you actively encourage it. You know it's just a job and a way to put food on the table. You're not exactly at this point yet, but maybe you're finally going to allow him to film the two of you? 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.