The plot:

A lot of people just know me as the guy they go to when something breaks that they themselves can’t fix. From just a shelf that keeps moving to a wasmachine that seems to be entirely broken. My services are cheap and my no-nonsense attitude doesn’t rub anyone the wrong way. For just up to a small hour I will be silently working on the problem until it will be solved.

You are a woman of sorts who needs my help. There are a lot of ways in which this could play out. So I’ll just name a few:

• You’re a married woman who lets me come over, mainly because you like to see a strong man being busy. Your good for nothing husband can’t be bothered to do anything he says he puts his mind to. Which leads you to find your solace in me.
• You’re attending university and your dorm room really needs a makeover. Perhaps you don’t have a lot of friends and that makes you talk about your days with me. Or maybe you’ve just always been better at talking to an older gentleman. The inevitable outcome however is going to be in my arms.
• You’re my next door neighbor who admittedly is getting me over constantly while she doesn’t have the money to pay me. Which leads to other means of compensation. While I fix her things, she cooks and cleans.

My character:

When you’d look at me, the two first words landing on your tongue would probably be “tall” and “strong”. That last one mainly because of the strength my entire body displays. Not in the sense of what a strong person is pictured as in the mainstream media. But a bearlike build. One that is used to lifting large things, even though my large hands are somehow also delicate enough to work with electric circuits.

That display in strength is also noteworthy when I stand. The way that I move. It’s both years of having my own business and a natural air that covers me. A silence around me that seems to be only broken by me when there needs to be said something.

This on the other hand somewhat overshadowed by the laugh lines decorating both my eyes. Maybe that is where your search would stop. It’s easy to get lost in my eyes. They have a certain fascination to them. Grey like smoke with a hint of emerald green in them. Not very noticeable at first. Not the first thing on your tongue you would have to say about me. But still, one thing that you could just have your eyes linger a little bit longer at.

When I would smile, dimples would appear on my cheeks. My lips in a smile. Where I would laugh, showing you a wide array of white teeth. My lips a thin line while stretched, but a bit more thick when they’d get back in position. A dark crimson pink is the way my lips gleam.

Just like the unshaven few hairs on my cheek. They would be a chestnut brown like my hairs. Though streaks of grey are generically falling into place. You’d probably also see them on my beard, if I didn’t shave it irregularly. Though you would see it at my chest.

Maybe you’d look up again and notice my bushy eyebrows raised at you. Could it be possible if they looked slightly more dark than the rest of my hair? Your eyes would perhaps walk over my crooked nose. Back down. Down to the chest. My stomach. My pelvis.

My expectation:

This will be an erotic roleplay. This means that I want there to be both plot and sex. Some sessions will be entirely focussed on what our characters are going through. Some of them will be smut. I think we can keep it at a 60-40 percent rate.

I also expect my partner to communicate outside of the roleplay. For example to tell me when they feel uncomfortable, there is a high chance I will immediately change the entire scene because of it. I’m quite flexible, even though the character that I will play is not. This will be done in the form of ‘()’.

I expect of you to be able to write me a paragraph as a reply. Besides that the first message you send to me should be a description of your character you will be playing. Then I know for sure that you have read it all.

Thank you