Hey there!

I want to find a writing partner to create a short story or roleplay featuring a femboy escort in a parallel reality sci-fi setting where female domination is the hegemonic social order. I'm really interested in your ideas and fleshing out different notions and exploring all kinds of themes that might be present in a world like this. Here is a writing sample that showcases my writing and could present a starting point for a client interaction. Let me know if this set-up intrigues you or if you have an idea for a different direction this could be taken.

Breathing in the cold winter air made me acutely aware of the fact that I’d much rather be breathing fresh cigarette smoke right now. I try to distract myself from my cravings by doomscrolling Perennia. Flashing images of consumer products, half-naked bodies, travel destinations, and political outrage stimulate the electrochemistry of my brain. I don’t personally partake in the feverish self-display. Not on Perennia anyway. 

My work phone buzzes in my pocket. I hold Perennia open in my left hand, sexually suggestive videos playing automatically one after another, while reading my new messages. 

Helena: “Hey Love, looking forward to our appointment today, I really need someone to serve me today x”

It’s common courtesy in my job to reply with enthusiasm, correlates highly with tips. I immediately respond, “Hey Hel, can’t wait to see what you’ll unleash on me this time! :) Omw now.” I take a deep breath. This Friday appointment will break me at some point. But as a VIP member, her appointments get me enough money to cover my rent. I pocket my work phone and see a girl in cosplay trying to shake her tiny tits for the camera on my personal phone. She’ll find her niche, I think as I head for the train station.

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I arrive at Helena’s apartment building with three minutes to spare. I casually walk through the door and tell the security guard in passing “Apartment 1004,” whereupon she nods back at me and picks up the phone to inform Helena about my imminent arrival. In the elevator, I check my appearance. Functional grey raincoat concealing my tight sleeveless crop-top, black A-line skirt with fishnet tights underneath, black combat boots. I inspect my short brown wolf cut and touch it up lightly, while observing my soft facial features. The elevator dings and I step out at 19:59. Three hours await me with Miss Helena, except if she wants to pay night overtime. As I step out of the elevator, she immediately opens her apartment door. “Hey Love, you look fantastic as always!” she exclaims as I walk towards her door. “Thank you, Hel, I make myself pretty for you,” I respond, opening my arms to greet her with a hug. VIP bonus. I fall into her arms, and she squeezes me tightly. Helena has the physique of a shot-put champion. She’s 6’2” and by my estimation 250 pounds of fat and muscle. She picks me up and throws me over her shoulder, giving my ass a playful spank. That is when her body odor hits me full blast. Its pungency hurts my nostrils. It’s day- or week-old sweat mixed with dried up pussy juice. 

“Are you ready to play, Love?” 

-“Yes Ma’am, we can get right to it if you like.”

-“Good boy.”

She sets me down and encases me in her “throne”. It’s a comfortable chair – for her – that allows for a person to be strapped into the seating area, allowing for direct contact between face and ass. This is where I will be spending my next three hours. I’m strapped in, she undresses her bottom half, revealing her chunky thighs and ass, and she wastes no time parking her hairy ass and pussy on my face.

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Kinks: femdom, female body worship, body positivity (unconventionally attractive bodies), feet, watersports, chastity, bi men, sweat, body odour, pegging

Limits: scat, gore, diapers