It wasn’t so much just her looks that drew me to her. It wasn’t so much her titanic, wobbling breasts that jiggled every time she took a step, or the clap of her shelf-like ass that sashayed about as she walked. It wasn’t just her crimped waist that drew her figure up into an hourglass of frozen time, a body that so desperately wanted to act its age but couldn’t. Her face, youthful and aged at the same time, smirked sweetly, and smiled sadistically. She was gorgeous, sure. She was hot, sure. She was everything that a man could want in a woman, sure. But there was something else.

More than anything else that drew me to her, it was her voice. That commanding, loving tone that slithered into my ears like a parasite, that gripped my heart, that wrung my brain out to dry after a thorough washing. Something about the way she spoke and the way she moved completely hypnotized me. How she stared at me, her eyebrow quirked in just the right way, her bottom lip curled inward just enough to bite the plump flesh, her hand on her chin. And I couldn’t hear her. I could only see the movement of her lips. But I know. I know what she wants.

Stroke.

And I can only comply. My massive member unable to be grasped with one hand, I can only pump my arms, wrapping my fingers around my pendulous prick, the precum already flowing like a thick, silvery river down the veined shaft of my cock. I stroke. It’s slow, I know she wants it to start slow. There’s so much space between us. So many feet. So many cock lengths until I can touch her. But we stare at one another, in separate rooms, in separate houses, on separate beds. And she says something else, the bottom of my jaw heating as I can practically imagine her voice in my head. Almost hear the deafening command.

Slower.

I focus. It’s hard. She’s given me material of herself that I am to use. It’s her. It’s always her. She can’t stand when it’s anyone else. When we’re together, she’s so loving, so caring, so decadently mushy and lovey-dovey. When we’re apart it’s as if the heavens rend my loins in twain the way that she instructs me. The way that she holds the power of herself over me. And it might just be next door, but I can’t imagine another day away from her.

Nuts.

It comes again. The command. My fingers grip my mountainous shaft firmly… But they reluctantly leave my twitching, shaking, meaty pole. And then the slip down, down, down, between my thighs to where my giant balls quake and tremble, soaked in their own juices. My fingers touch and prod gently as I tug one, letting it slip broadly into my palm. Their girth and weight felt swollen to me as I tried to hold it like a baseball, tempted to just squeeze and pull until they relieved themselves… But I knew that I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to you. I knew what you wanted.

And you knew what I wanted. You had it on. A bikini. A simple leopard-print bikini. But the way that it clung to your gargantuan breasts drove me insane. The way that you enormous jugs were tightly compressed by the string that came around the sides and hung coiled about your neck drove me insane. They were larger than your head. They were larger than my head. They were larger than last Halloween’s prize-winning jack-o-lanterns, they were so big. They must have taken nearly half your body weight. They had their own zipcode. You could probably name them a national treasure. But I was getting distracted as my eyes focused in on your enormous chest. You held the breasts up for a moment, letting me admire them from across the street before they sank down against your stomach, perky and firm in your bikini strap. Your hand was beneath the windowsill, your face flushed and contorted as you stared back at me.

Both.

And that was the hardest. One hand worked my grapefruit low-hangers while my hand skittered along my shaft, touching myself just enough to please you but not enough to finish me. I knew that was what you wanted. I knew that you wanted everything to go exactly as you planned. And I needed it to. There was no other pleasure, no other thing in life at the moment but our pleasure. My palm toyed against the head of my cock, soaked in pre as I pushed at my fist-sized knob that capped the end of my fuckstick. I was getting close. Fuck, I had been close for hours. But you had never stopped giving me orders. Now was approaching the grand finale. The greatest moment of my day encapsulated by the screaming orgasm I was about to have.

NOW!

Hello DPP! I’ve been in a very gooner-y mood today and I would love to share that with you lovely people! As you can see above, I am looking for something fairly specific. A gentle domme (preferably older) who will edge with me, instruct me, and ultimately come together in a fantastic, loving, sensuous coupling.

So, obviously the focus here will be on teasing, outercourse, and the relationship as domme and sub that our characters have. Sex is still going to be a part of this, but the actual mashing of genitalia will take a bit of a sidestep to the all consuming need for the two of us to enjoy one another’s bodies and presence.

As a domme, I’m looking for someone more fun-loving and less sadistic. Someone who can be sweet and cuddly while also being dominant. It’s a bit of a gentle-domme, if I had to put a phrase or nomenclature to it. Someone who wants to cuddle and command in equal measure. And obviously this is going to involve a more mutual, loving relationship than being a slave or being a master, which I think goes without saying.

The prompt itself takes place in two separate houses, but that’s not a requirement, I just thought that it would be a fun way to introduce the story and power that one character has over the other, even at such an unwieldy distance.

The above is just a bit of a sample of my writing, a quick little vertical slice that grasps at what I’m looking for in this particular roleplay. But the setting, scene, characters… These are always up in the air! We can settle on something more fantastic or sci-fi or delectably mundane. I like to keep things open so that both me and my partner can love what we create!

SIZEPLAY!

This is an incredibly important factor when it comes to my roleplays. This is a non-negotiable kink that I would like to include. While I can respect that there are many people who are not into this, I very much am. But I should also clarify my preferences. I much prefer to push the boundaries of reality than fully break them. Breasts about the size of pumpkins or beach balls are preferable, but once we start becoming immobile, that's where I draw the line. I know that this is a bit specific, but it is the preference that I have. If you are not comfortable with larger-than-life sizes, then this is not the roleplay for you.

This is an element of the roleplay that I like to make very clear because I tend to run into people who like to gloss over the sizeplay requirements of my roleplays. This is, with no exceptions, NON-NEGOTIABLE. Larger-than-life sizes is a requirement for this roleplay. While there are limits, as there are to anything, the MINIMUM would be breasts the size of basketballs, at least. Seriously. While immobility is too much, just coming in and saying ‘I have G cups’ is meaningless, as breasts can be so varied and unique that bra sizes just don’t really depict the dimensions, the weight, the look or anything, really. Not to mention the fact that conventional bra sizes just aren’t going to work in a sizeplay-based roleplay, considering how often we’re going above and beyond what is possible in reality. And it is going to be an important element for description and detail as well. How our large, oversized sex organs interact with the world is a fundamental part of how I like to roleplay. So just telling me to imagine the size is not acceptable and will result in a block.

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.

In terms of length, I am not the best writer. I wouldn't even call myself good. I can barely string a sentence together, quite frankly. But despite that I adore detail and description. Specifically, about our bodies! Every single wiggle, jiggle, flex, even the minor inconveniences of moving around or fitting into clothes really turns me on and is super fun. I really like to go all out, and write multiple paragraphs per response, though it can definitely vary depending on the situation. Sometimes you gotta take longer, sometimes one sensual paragraph is all you need! But regardless, detail and description is incredibly important to me, probably the most important thing, quite frankly. Of course, this also counts grammar and spelling, but mistakes are a part of life, so don't expect me to be a big stickler about that.

While I certainly am not a fan of forcing out a certain number of paragraphs or words from my partner (dynamic writing is always going to be necessary… Sometimes things need to slow down or speed up, or have a conversation or revel in ornate beauty.), but I myself tend to write 5-6 (or 3-4 large, bulky) paragraphs. And I very much like to focus on the specific details and concrete elements in addition to story, dialogue and action. In fact, I would much rather prefer a more mundane story if the details are so much more fleshed out, but I think that I’m in the minority there. Regardless, I won’t hold anyone to absolutely, always write a certain amount, but any writing that we do share should at least have effort contained within it.

Kinks and Fetishes

I like to think that I have a fairly open mind, so I’m always willing to hear out ideas and suggestions from my partners. In fact, I encourage it! Roleplaying is something that is done together, a story crafted by multiple minds. So, while I do have some specific kinks and fetishes that I would like to include (but are by no means required), I welcome any suggestions fielded by my partners and would love to know about what turns you on as well!

• Risky Situations
• Cumplay
• Cheating (depending on the scene)
• Romance
• Foreplay
• Public/Exhibitionism

These are just some of the things that I have on my mind, but it is by no means a comprehensive list!

What I'm NOT Looking For

I know, I know. It's so... Ugh to talk about this sort of thing. But it must be done. I am NOT looking for someone who is only interested in the setting or idea. A lot of the enjoyment of roleplaying (in my opinion) stems from the moment-to-moment graphicness. And while I'm not expecting Melville, I really don't want a twitter thread.

I would also like to reiterate again: this roleplay has sizeplay elements. This is non-negotiable. So please, don't message me with: 'i have DD hows that for big ;)'. And then get upset that it's not. Because it isn't. And I hate to sound like that, but when one gets enough of those, one has to start giving fair warning. Because I have gotten my fair share of that and it can get a little frustrating to be like; ‘Did you even read the prompt?’.

Final Thoughts

I really would like to start a long-term, freeform story in which I play with a female partner. You don’t have to open up about IRL things (nor do I encourage it. Real life is real life and fantasy is fantasy), but I do like to chat and get to know my partners. So if you think that you would like to come together to play a tantalizing, sexually-charged story, please let me know! While I know that my requirements are a bit steep, I know that someone will come along and find this interesting! And when you do, I hope to receive an orange envelope! And, should we hit it off, we can always move to Discord! But please, avoid chats if you can. Thank you! Hope you have a wonderful day!