Your skin glistened in the soft light that hung from overhead, casting a shadow down and along the bed that traced your voluptuous, hourglass body, from mountainous curve of your thick, wide hips, to the gargantuan mounds of your breasts. There wasn’t much to cover you: merely a simple black bikini top and a high-waisted thong that was practically non-existent as it was captured entirely by the swell of your cheeks. A hand rested along your hip as you watched, with bated breath, with the excited anticipation as the cock, the slab of manmeat, the bitchbreaker in front of you quivered. My gigantic prick rose skyward, a monstrous, towering monolith that threatened to blot out the light that hung above, the shadow of my dick stretching over your face, past your head, and onto the sheets behind you.

Between my legs, the source of my cum-cannon swung back and forth, my enormous nuts knocking together, noisily slapping skin-on-skin as I took another step toward you. They gurgled and bubbled with heat and baby-batter, twitching and jumping as I looked down at your awe-inducing body, the sheer size of your breasts dwarfed by nothing and no one. My large, flared head pointed, down, down, down, aiming directly at your face. Silvery strands of pre gushed from the tip, oozing onto the bed, already forming a small pool that curved inward toward where you rested. And, as the cock inches ever closer, you know only one thing:

You want it all over you.

Because we didn’t just fuck. Oh no. We did everything before that as well. The tip of my cock, the weight heavy and nearly overbearing, pressed on the top of your skin. And slowly, gently, dragged itself along, as one might use a paintbrush. My precum trailed along behind it, leaving a sparkling swath on your skin. Soon, I’ve stepped over you, my balls resting on your head as you greedily slurp. Time blends together as we enjoy each other’s bodies. Heads buried between thighs, cocks buried between tits, a carefully constructed dance to make sure that we don’t cum just yet.

We keep going and going and going, teasing, rising, falling, building Until, after hours of just skin-to-skin, of balls and tits and ass and cock all melding together, we start. It’s over quickly. Not so quickly that we can’t believe it, but compared to our foreplay? It’s nothing. And we scream in ecstasy as your womb is flooded with the fruits of our labors, my balls so painfully yearning finally allowed to release their massive load, emptying their entirety into you, knowing full well that we’re just going to do it again tomorrow.

Hello DPP! This prompt is a little vague, I’m aware, so maybe I can clear it up for your. I’m looking for an advanced-literary partner who is not so much interested in the intercourse of sex, but rather the outercourse of sex! Of course, there can still be a focus on fucking but I would really like to draw attention to the elements that aren’t that. And this can include anything: from our daily lives to preparing to fuck like animals. But the main goal is to have a lot of outercourse and explore those sorts positions and scenes, and how we can make those as sexy as possible!

SIZEPLAY

As always: this is non-negotiable. It wasn’t particularly clear within the prompt’s depiction, I’m aware, but sizeplay (with a particular focus on larger-than-life sexual assets) is required. I understand if this is not something that many people are interested in, so this prompt is for those who are. But, no matter what, sizeplay is a primary focus of this entire scene. The overt size of our sexual assets are part of what appeals to the outcourse idea. So please, if this is not your cup of tea, look elsewhere.

ADVANCED 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 dictated 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 want you to interact with me as a romantic partner, I do like to embrace the penpal element of DPP. Getting to know my partners (at least superficially), is a wonderful experience that I think is a fundamental part of roleplaying as well. While this is not a requirement, I do very much like out of character discussion and chat. It’s nice, you know? However, the boundaries of roleplaying will always apply; nothing that makes either one of us uncomfortable, real life always comes first, and consent is sexy.

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

Well, I think that’s about it, at least in regards to any ‘business’ that needs to be sorted. If you have any questions, of course, you can always ask! I really hope to hear from someone soon, as I always love getting an orange envelope!