(Hi! I'm Emma and I'm looking for someone who enjoys long term roleplaying in a long reply format. I tend to average around 5-8 paragraphs per reply and was hoping for something similar.

In terms of characters, I'll be playing the role of a suburban mom and I'll leave your relation up to you. Whether you are my son/step-son, one of his friends, a neighborhood father or his son. Anything that might interest you is good with me. I also would say no to any futa daughters etc. All I require is that all characters be over the age of 18.

As a character reference for my characters appearance I was going to go with Ava Addams or Lisa ann, but feel free to suggest others.

I'll leave you with a few of my favorite kinks before I start the intro, but be assured that nothing scares me away except for underaged characters and scat.

Kinks: Huge cocks, being dominated, rough sex, reluctant/casual sex, unrealistic sizes and penetration, buckets of cum, incest, futa and much more.)

Me and husband had been together since college. It was the classic story of the nerdy kid managing to wrangle and tame a girl with loose tendencies. To say that I got around back then would be an understatement. Which is why most people wondered why I had settled down for him. Had they known about the size of the thing between his legs, they would have been even more confused. Sadly, my dear husband was not what you would call, "well endowed".

Despite that we were happily married for the most part, but when our interest in each other started to falter, I didn't have the heart to tell him that my lack of interest in him was for the most part based on his performance in bed. By how could I blame him. There's not much you can do with 3 inches. Nevertheless, we decided to go to a councilor, I was pleasantly surprised when she suggested that we should try and be more creative in bed. Roleplaying, dirty talk and even a bit of light bondage. Images of my past life as college slut flashed through my mind as she rattled off her ideas.

It was with newfound excitement that we arranged to play that night. I was gonna dress up as a maid and he would be my master. Disappointed by my cleaning, he would tie me to the bed and do anything he wanted to. As we were planning it, I was starting to feel excited about seeing my husband dominate and use me. Fuck my tits, finger my ass, coat me in cum. The options were too many to list, but no less educated arousing.

But, as I should have known, my dear husband couldn't perform. I had dressed up in an outfit that left most of my thick ass exposed and my huge tits pressed tightly together to spill over the neckline of my corset top. No sooner had he tied me up, before he came. He didn't even cum on me. He was still standing next to the bed in the nude, when I saw a pityful dribble of cum leaking from his pathetic erection. All hopes of getting used and abused had been dashed for the night. "It's okay, honey. Why don't you go clean up and come untie me."

My husband agreed with a saddened tone and left for the restroom with me still tied up, with my arms extended to the side to each bedpost. I took a deep breath and let out an equally deep sigh. "I really to get fucked..." I sighed low to myself, and took a moment to appreciate how good I look, and how much my pussy was on fire with desperate need. A slight glimmer of hope that something might still happen came at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Perhaps my husband's speedy return meant that he had caught second wind. This is, if that actually is my husband's footsteps.