Ever since childhood, you’ve had a way about you. Be it your charming smile or the way you held yourself, things just seemed to bend over backwards for you. That trend continued into your adult years, with praise and adoration rained upon you as if Toto were singing about you specifically. People liked you, for some reason. For some… large… reason.

The kindness and distinct appreciation for you also seemed to increase with the size of your breasts. In highschool, it was less obvious; teenage boys (and girls) would run off cliffs to satiate the throbbing, dull thump of hormones coursing through their system. And while you were buying bigger bras than other girls, it wasn’t until college that things were noticeable. When compared to women, not girls, you were in a league all your own. Easily dwarfing your head, you were essentially a walking cleavage, with an enormous busty gait that jiggled your giant juggs back and forth with every step. Their weight, while distinctly ‘just too much’, seemed to have no effect on their perkiness, the curve of your underbust dipping slightly beneath your bellybutton… But most of that was from their sheer size anyway. In fact, it was their sheer perfection that made it quite a simple matter to acquiesce to your every whim.

So, between the largest breasts that man could conceive of and an hourglass figure with more curves than a winding mountain range, getting things has always been… Simple.

But perhaps it was too good to be true. Perhaps you squandered it. Perhaps women over 25 just don’t have the same appeal. Perhaps your highschool sweetheart (now husband) wasn’t as charming as you thought. Perhaps all of the above. But regardless, it seemed to fall away. It couldn’t last forever, obviously, but you still looked good. And I mean good … you know, for pushing past 35. And frankly, you have a good personality. And you’re not an unreasonable person… But for some reason you were stuck in a marriage with a man who cheated on you, who yelled at you, who nearly had raised his hand to you… And for some reason all that kindness, all the simplicity of existing had fallen away likes scales from your eyes as you stumble through life like a zombie, cooking, cleaning, and going to bed alone and sad. You deserve better. But you’re not even sure what that means anymore.

Hello DPP! Today I am looking to dote on someone, to make them feel appreciated, and to spoil them absolutely rotten. There is an element of love and romance to this, rather than just the ‘sugar-daddy’ angle, so that is important to note. But essentially the idea is a (perhaps older) woman is stuck in a marriage with an abusive husband and feels that in the prime of her life she’s just stuck… Only to liberate herself and start exploring what the world has to offer with another man who worships the ground that she walks on. This can go in several different directions, I think, but I would like to go over some requirements for the roleplay before diving right in.

~Sizeplay~

This is a bit odd:

I love busty women.

Well, that's not the part that's odd, obviously. Everyone has their preferences, and that's mine. But it is a preface of what's to come. Now, when I say: busty, I mean busty but it's probably more accurate to say BUSTY. I'm talkin' prize-winning-watermelon busty. I mean Pumpkin-Queen-busty. I'm talking globes-so-big-that-their-size-and-weight-could-pull-the-moon-out-of-orbit-busty. Again, not so unbelievable, right? Any man could see a pair of massive mammaries and let his mouth masticate while he masturbates. And I think that any reasonable man would love to see those mouth-watering, oversized, attention-sinks in a nice tight bikini… But all pumped up to 11. To 12. But probably not 13. What I’m trying to say is that I love large, huge, ENORMOUS busts, all beyond the realm of reality, but not by too much. Basically if we start getting immobile, that’s where I draw the line. I like to say ‘pushing the bounds of reality rather than breaking them’, you know, if that makes any sense?

~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.

~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.

~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

In the end, I think that I’m fairly up front with my requirements for a partner. And I’m aware that they are fairly specific and that I’m basically looking for a unicorn, but frankly I don’t think unicorns are all that rare. I love getting to know people and their writing styles and seeing who clicks, you know? So please, shoot me a line and let’s see if we’re compatible! I would love to spoil you!