Well DPP, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it? But I think it's time that I brushed the dust off and got around to writing something. And in the spirit of... well, actually having some desire to get back into the swing of writing something, I guess I wanted to get something I've had on my mind for a while, and looking through a lot of the recent prompts, you know what's on my mind now?

Where's all the damn love gone?

Seriously. Where's the writers who just want a good ol' fashioned, passionate fuck? Something that maybe strays into that dreaded territory Vanilla, but still doesn't mean we can't be kinky as all fuck with it. After all, what's some mutual roughness between actual Lovers? A little bit of choking, or some sloppy making out?

What's wrong with some nutslop between partners? A copious quanity of grade-A Ball Gravy getting chugged down? Why does everything have to be forced, or Dubiously Consentual?

And worst of all, when did things get so damn... Porn-like? Nothing but an endless tirade of Incest, Step-parents or Parental stuff. Daddies all over the place, some degree of abuse in there, some breach of trust, or even just overstepping boundaries that have been hard-wired into our brains for milennia.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to Kinkshame anyone. Fuck knows there's plenty of stuff that drives me absolutely crazy that'd probably get a second glance from a lot of you guys and gals. I just... damn, I remember a time when someone was talking about getting their Cheerio getting stretched open by a Bratwurst. You just don't get wordplay like that no more.

I guess this ended up being less of a prompt, and more of a ramble. In terms of more prompt-related stuff, bring me some creativity. Please.

For example, you know what I really fucking love? Muscles. Why's everyone so alergic to some well-defined musculature? Curvy, bimbo-esque, overinflated pornstar-bimbo looking hotties are all well and good. Shaved and Waxed below the eyebrows, looking like they've been vacuum-sealed and freshly lacquered off an essembly line. Ugh.

You know who I'd like to write a scene opposite? The tough gal. Muscle, sinew, curves but not... well, inflated. The kind of thighs that could crush my head like a fucking watermelon. A hairy, puffy, meaty cunt. Not a pussy, a Cunt. No cats here, ladies and gents. The kind of clit you could suckle on, big lips and proud, puffy folds. Meaty, damn it all, soft and sensitive, and wild and untamed as the Amazon rainforest. Fragrant, those hints of sweat, and body wash, and just the hint of piss and arousal. Something that makes you light headed from the start, the moment you get close.

And you know what? Small tits. Tiny, sensitive, puffy little pancakes. The best thing to tug on, to squeeze and toy with, to suck on and hear her breath hitch with the stimulation.

Underarm hair. Gods, give me some fucking Pit Hair. I don't want you to shave, I want you to be comfortable and proud with it. To enjoy flaunting, showing off, to bury my face in there!

And you know what I want most of all? Character. Personality. A fucking hug, and a kiss. Agressiveness, power, love, emotion, heart, spirit, story...

I guess, in all, a Person to write with. Not some off-the-line sextoy bimbo wannabe.

A human, or humanoid. Someone that feels real, whether they've got green skin, or horns, or some kind of minotaur getup going on. Aliens, Fantasy Creatures, even just regular ol' Humans.

So hell, if someone wants to cuddle, send me a message. I've had a fucking awful month, and I just want to pretend I've got my shit together and someone who cares about me for a while.

'S that too much to ask?