Sorry about the click-bait title. I just wanted to stand out so unless that is really your thing I'm not really looking for that.. Here's the deal though.

I like writing complex stories with people, and would like someone who is willing to do it long term (M/F/T is welcome). I can commit to 1-2 replies a day during the week. ALL of quality. Pretty much anything goes except physical harm and toilet play. So if you like my sample below, please hit me up. I'd love for us to get to know each other through writing.

Sample of my writing with another DPPer who wanted a non-con library story: My first week as a college Librarian, and I can't believe the number of drop-dead gorgeous young women have already passed me as I've been shelving books. Not that any have sparred me a look what with mid-terms looming. They're all too concerned with studying to care about dating or sex. So I continue to shelve the day away.

"Finally, closing time. You can all head out, go home, and finish studying for those tests. Thanks for your help today. I'll finish closing up." I watch as the volunteers and pages head out, and turn myself to finish straightening up.

I begin moving around the empty building, straightening up, and getting the place ready for the next day, but that's when I see the light coming from the window of one of the study rooms.

"Probably another one fallen asleep or has their music too loud to have heard the announcement." I mutter to myself. I head over and reach for the handle, but stop as I notice the beauty in front of me. My pants immediately become a few sizes too tight as I watch you sit there, headphones in, nodding to the beat of your iPod. A wicked thought passes through my mind.

"I couldn't... Could I?" Glancing around the empty building, "There's nobody else here. Nobody to hear." I glance back in time to see you adjust a bra strap, and pull your skirt down a bit.

"That settles it." I whisper to myself as I make my way quickly back to the front counter. Hurriedly I pull out the lost and found, and find the ski-mask that had been dropped off earlier. "Perfect."

I make it back to your door, mask in place, and find you right where I left you. I depress the lever of the door as quietly as possible, but once open I realize from the sound, that you've got your iPod on full blast, and I could have kicked in the door and you'd likely not noticed what was about to befall you.

Taking a moment to admire the scene and wonderful smells that have filled the room, I contemplate my move. Once settled, I rush you.

My hand quickly grasps the back of your neck, shoves your face into your book, and as you try to stand, I kick the chair out from behind you.

"Don't you fucking move." I growl. "Move and you'll regret it."