Hey all! Posting here in search for a friendly and long term RP partner. I prefer the chat feature and I also type in the first person.

I am a Married woman on the East Coast and like to Roleplay here and there. If I had to put a number on it my scenarios usually involve around 75% smut to 25% story building. I like to keep things relatable and as such my character is myself. I am happy to provide references and photos.

Your character; however, is entirely at your discretion. All that I ask is that you also provide reference or description as well.

The chosen scenario is one that seems to be popular but I am by no means limited to this. I’m more than willing to accommodate most scenarios that fit between where our kinks overlap. Other roles I’ve had success with include model/photographer, trainer/client, hung nerd and popular girl, ect. ect.

I will provide a short opener as well as a kink and limit list and if your interested then please lets chat and see where exactly we overlap!

Kinks: BWC, BBC, Age Gap, degradation, Cuckhold, light bondage, light BDSM, submissiveness

Limits: family play, toilet play, gore, blackmail, non-con

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Our story starts with a very professional arrangement. In the neighbor I live in with my husband there is a small family owned gym. You started training there some months ago and I decided to become one of your clients. I think it’s safe to say there was sexual tension from the start but we kept it professional.

Was I happy with my husband? Of course. But after being married only a few years the appeal has faded and I’ve come to the nasty realization that his checkbook was the most attractive thing about him. He provided for me the life I wanted to live. But at the cost of passion. And that cost has had my eyes wandering since our first training session.

You have a very sweet deal going on. On certain days the owner lets you have the gym to yourself from 9-12 since it’s so small. We squeezed in a 10AM CrossFit circuit for two at 10AM and it’s now 11 and we are exhausted.

“Okay…I think we’re done” I hear as I’m standing and leaning back with my chest out sucking up air. I nod and agree “yes, I think we are” as I collect my gear and we head to the lockers.

The rooms are separate for men and women with the single exception of an opaque door that connects them. The door is generally locked and had a deadbolt on the ladies side. It’s not unusual for us to make small talk over the sounds of water rushing from each of our showers.

We had gotten to know each other very well. You’ve vented your relationship issues and I’ve let bits and pieces on my end carry through as well. On this particular day I make the decision to go out on a limb.

During a break in our small talk I walk to the door and with a loud thud open the deadbolt. A telling sign. Atleast I hope so. And I yank open the shower curtain and start the water. Tying my hair up since it’s not a hair was day and I step in. Awaiting to see if you caught my signal or if it’s too late and you were distracted with your own shower….

Where do we go from here?!