Well, safe to say this is a very popular brand of RP, thanks to how prevalent taboo scenes are in the industry. After all, everyone fantasizes about that super hot person they just can't have.

What I'm looking to do today is write out a kinky, smutty, possibly very wholesome rp with someone who values quality over quantity, and is also into that taboo yearning we've all felt before.

Siblings, father/daughter, mother/son, close friend's partner, teacher/student, doctor(or nurse)/patient, boss/employee, and any other taboo, forbidden role you can think of.

While I prefer F, I may be able to work with Futa or Male partners as well, with the right story.

Kinks include, but are not limited to: Creampies, risky sex, public sex, incest, light BDSM, oral(giving and recieving), spanking, Facials, romantic, wholesome.

HARD LIMITS: Toilet play, vomit, Gore, vore, feet, snuff, abuse, beast

Here's an example prompt that we can play out, or we can discuss something else you may have in mind! Send me a Message (NOT CHAT) and I'll reply ASAP

"Hey Mike...? You in there...?" A soft knock on my door is accompanied by the soft voice of my younger sister. It had been a few days since I had messaged you, a bit of an oddity usually but I had recently gone through a very messy, very painful breakup and had been distant with everyone. Of course, I didn't give everyone the details, but you knew what had happened.

I had come home to find my girlfriend of 3 years riding her "best friend" in my bed. Come to find out, he was just an ex boyfriend she still fucked on occasion. She had claimed he was like a brother to him, and I believed her because I had a female friend when I was younger that was like a sister to me, but we never had any romantic or sexual feelings for each other.

The thing that stung the most wasn't just that she cheated, or that she lied. It wasnt even that she was screaming about how much better he was than me. It was that I had a diamond ring in my pocket, one you had helped me pick out, that I was planning to propose with that weekend.

That was 3 weeks ago. And when you opened my door and walked into the apartment, it looked devastated. Any trace of her was gone. She had grabbed most of her stuff, and what was left was in a trash bag I hadn't taken to the curb yet. There were hardly any dishes in the sink, but takeout containers and fast food bags littered the dining room table. You could hear sad music coming from the bedroom, so you walked over towards it.

As you approached my bedroom, you could see me laying in my bed. The bedroom was a mess, with clothes everywhere. My PC and monitor had a fine layer of dust, showing I hadn't even used it in weeks. My glasses sat on the bedside table, next to a face-down picture frame.

"Hey sis..." My voice is weak and sad, almost empty even. Your big brother's voice that was so full of life and humor all the time, the guy who had been your rock through your first breakup, who had helped you move into your dorm. Now brought low right before what should have been a high point in his life.