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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The scenario is centered around the two of us in a relationship, and overall we get along great. With the exception that you can be a little jealous. Working as a bartender and going to the gym a lot only gives you plenty of opportunity to find things you don’t like. Fortunately enough I have a very submissive side and don’t generally have an issue reassuring and making things up to you when your feelings are hurt. Usually involving some apologies and a little bit of degradation.

It’s Saturday, at about mid day. I have a shift at the bar tonight and I’m just stepping out of the shower. Towel around my body. My hair was tied up and kept dry, and I’m picking at my face a bit when i notice to myself you’re being awfully quiet. We’re at my apartment this weekend. We haven’t moved in together so we usually alternate where we are each week between our two spots.

After drying and putting on some underwear I’ve laid out; a black lace set to be worn under my skimpy bar uniform, I step out and into the bedroom where I see you lounging on my bed. My phone in your hand and I see you scrolling. This is nothing out of the ordinary. We are pretty open when it comes to phones. I see yours, you see mine. But this time you see something that peaked your jealousy.

“Who is grant?” You ask me, as I come to the foot of the bed

I reply “he’s a regular at my gym. He’s really nice. What’s up?”

To which you ask “why did you add him on snap? And why are you guys sending gym selfies back and forth?”

I can tell in your voice you’re not happy with what you found. How am I gonna make it up to you?

Where do we go from here?!