Hi! I'm Emma, and I'm looking for creative, naughty partners for a long term roleplay. I only have a few cornerstones of the premise in place, so feel free to change any elements of the intro I'm about to write. An amazing and satisfied partner is more important to me than most story details. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this little outline of the premise. Stick around till the end for kinks, limits and so on.

I'm not sure if it was something in the water or the walls, but everyone in our had an unnaturally high libido. Luckily, I was married to a man, your father, who was able to quench my thirst. On occasion, he would have to tap out, but usually not before filling my holes with a copious amounts of cum.

As for you and your sister, the fact that you both had left for college, meant that we were free from having two hormone laden young adults running around the house. Although, I knew from stories told by your sister that she was clearly suffering from a similar libido to the rest of us. I couldn't fault her for the stories she told about letting the entire football team pass her around, or offering herself as the personal maid for one of the college fraternities. Hell, if I was her age with this kind of hunger, I would do the exact same thing.

Our lives were all find and dandy, until your father managed to get himself infected with the pandemic. Because he was already working from home, the simplest option for his quarantine was for me to find somewhere else to stay for two to four weeks.

Your sister was already sharing a room with another girl, so I was forced to swallow my pride and ask you to house me for a while. Thankfully, you had managed to secure an apartment for yourself in the middle of campus. Sure, I would have to sleep on the couch, only separated from you by a paper thin wall, but it was better than sleeping on the floor between your sister and her roommate.

The moment I set foot on campus, I could already feel the symptoms of withdrawal from not having been thoroughly fucked in over two hours. The walk along the well kept footpaths, populated by college students didn't make things any easily.

I saw football players, basketball players, and a plethora of other fit young men and women sneaking glances at my motherly curves as I made my way to your apartment. Hushed comments of admiration filled me with pride and lust. Clearly, the younger generation was just as appreciative of my efforts to stay in shape as my husband was. "Dude... Is that Gianna Michaels?" A fit and topless young man asked his friend who shook his head. "Nah, man. Her tits are too big."

I blushed and grinned with confidence, which made me stick out my impressive bust even more. In my youth, I had gotten used to being compared to pornstars - Lisa Ann, Gianna, and Ava Addams were common comparisons. My high heels clacked a little louder as I started to rush a bit to get to your apartment. I could already see images in my mind. It was a natural part of my high libido. Vivid dreams of all the sex I wished I was having would flash in front of my eyes until I was satisfied. I had even noticed that sometimes, the things I would imagine would end up happening at some point. Like a sexy deja vu, or a delicious omen of the future.

I saw myself whip around of the spot and walk over to the nearest group of young men. "Which one of you boy think that you have what it takes to impress a mature slut like me?" I would ask them, and get a sea of raised hands in response. Naturally, I would be happy to let every single person on campus try to prove their worth. Men and women, student or teacher, stranger or... You.

That thought brought me back to reality just as I got to the lobby of you apartment building. Your father and I had helped you to move in, so I knew where I was going, but in the elevator on the way up, I had to steady myself. Another wave of sexual fantasies flooded my brain. Images of me coming to your bed in the middle of the night, only offer my mouth until you woke up and claimed my pussy. I would scream your name while you raped your own mother, and I would howl in joy. Even when you came, I would lock my legs behind your ass to jerk you back and forth until I was sure that every drop of your cum was deep inside me.

I stepped out of the elevator, and staggered a little as I regained control over my mind. At this point, I was stumbling a little and I could already feel my pussy soaking through my panties, under my white summer dress. "Get yourself together, Emma." I whispered to myself and knocked on your door. As I heard footsteps approaching, all I could think was that I hoped that your libido wasn't as high as mine, or this stay might end up a little... Awkward.

I hope you like my intro! I know I didn't get into the actual hook or premise of this story, but it's something that I'm hoping to develop with you.

Basically, I want your libido to be just as high as mine, but with a twist. The things you imagine, end up becoming true. Or at least part of them will. This could not only be used to include things like incest, group sex, cock worship, and public sex, but anything else that might interest you. I have very few limits, and a thing for unrealistic elements, so only your imagination is gonna set the limits.

You might imagine my tits or your cock growing. Or you could form a harem with me as your head bitch and matriarch. Maybe you want to grant the whole cheerleading squat big, fat cocks that they can use on each other and me, while we all serve your own massive prick. Hell, we could even go full on silly physics with stuff like all the way through, or removable body parts. If you're naughty enough to imagine yourself ripping off my head in a non-gory fashion, only to hold me close to my own butt to watch you rape my ass, then you are in the right place.

Like I said, if you can dream it, it can happen.

The only things that I absolutely will not want to include in our story is underaged characters or partners, as well as toilet play.