Sylvia Plath wrote, "I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be stilled." Everyone needs an outlet, even if it's just words on a screen. Maybe I'm Sylvia Plath reincarnated, because there's a desire within me that will not be silent. It remains unspoken, unshared, untranslated, a cross between a cat in the heat and a dying giraffe, or a geyser of molten lava that bursts with babbling thoughts that tell you to eat the whole pizza instead of just one slice and to binge-watch Netflix until the wee hours of the morning. So I've come here, for a chance to express that inner intensity, to become poetry unbound, to fill someone's day with the beatings of my heart, to paint my voice for someone to see.

I'm searching for someone to form a long-term connection with, for someone who's single and not in a relationship, to explore what it's like to be naughty on the net, an online FWB of sorts. I'm sure there's plenty of fish in the sea, or rather bots in the chatroom, but I hope that this small plea for virtual intimacy finds its way to someone who would like to exchange words instead of bodily fluids. Although I wouldn't mind doing the latter to get the best of both, who needs skin-on-skin when you can have mind-on-mind? It's like the ultimate foreplay, except instead of touching each other's bodies, you're touching each other's souls. You won't need a vibrator if you can get off with a well-crafted metaphor, right?

I'm no Casanova of cyberspace, but what I lack in experience I make up with a powerful and painstaking passion, a transcendental desire that's too big for my body. I'm hoping someone out there can guide me through the wild and mysterious world of virtual sensuality and unlock the door of desires so that we can find a safe place to say all the sultry things we've always wanted to say but couldn't. Instead of 50 Shades of Grey, it'll be 50 Shades of Ink, as I want to send you paragraphs of poignancy and pleasure, to marvel at what your day was like, to get to know your aspirations, your fears, your values. Because when you get to know someone, it strengthens meaning at the most instinctive level, as we experience what it means to be human through the eyes of another.

About my looks, I'm tall and slender, with dark hair and olive skin. My almond eyes are always looking off into the distance like Edvard Munch's The Scream, and my face has a gentle yet melancholic expression, as though I'm channeling my inner Edgar Allan Poe. I look forward at gazing at your reflection, at your words, at you. Because there's nothing more interesting than having someone you know physically and mentally, and how they know the same for you too.

If you're into roleplay, here's a prompt we could do if you are interested:

Browsing through reddit, I find a DPP post that particularly resonated with me. The way it was written touched me like nothing else I've ever read. Seeing how it was on the front page of DPP, I felt discouraged as I doubted whether my message would break through. But nothing ventured is nothing gained, so I threw my hat in the ring, writing a response as though it were my dying manifesto.

It was a few days later when I got a reply. A reply from you. I wasn't expecting it, so it was even more exciting. We hit things off well, as the orange envlopes kept on coming, day by day, week by week, month by month. There was alchemical chemistry between us, as we were both writers who had a way with words, words that traveled across the screens and touched our hearts and other parts.

Before long it had been a year. We were so comfortable with ourselves that we'd exchanged emails and explored alternative messaging options and even shared photos. We were from the same time zone so our conversations flowed like smooth honey being poured into a mixing bowl, as our thoughts synthesized and spiraled in every direction.

One day you mentioned being busy, that you had some real life stuff to take care of, that you'd be gone for a few weeks. I didn't mind the absence but I secretly felt sad, since I had so much fun writing with you. The days passed by quickly due to the drugery of work, but I still felt a spectre of longing hanging over me. Yet I knew that it was for the best, as real life always comes first.

A few months later when I'm at work I get a call from my supervisor. He tells me that I need to help train the new person who just got hired. People came and went all the time here, yet I was the only thing constant, so I had to train the newcomers. It was nothing new, until I came to my desk and saw you.

This roleplay's a meta one where we coincidentally manage to end up as coworkers after having a hot and steamy history together online. How will two people who knows their heart's desires be able to work when the sexual tension is off the walls? Will they fall in love, will they become FWBs? However this story pans out is open to discussion, as there are many ways we could do this. Although I'm hoping for a nice and comfortable story where we can mold the online and offline world together. I'd like to use self-inserts as we describe our characters the same way we appear in reality, as we get to know each other in this virtual space. Though I wouldn't mind knowing about you too, the woman behind the words.