Hello, you wonderful roleplayers! Today, I had a very specific roleplay in mind. Involving a character who is in the process of divorce with his ex-wife and decides that the best way to get his own back on her is to take advantage of her lovely and easily manipulated mother.

How does he do this, you ask? Well, as the title says.... he convinces her to create an OnlyFans account!

Maybe she has fallen in debt, and he uses this as a potential solution? Maybe that debt has been entirely fabricated by him!

Maybe he preys on her desire to be 'youthful', acting as the caring friend who helps show her off to the world, and garner all that much desired praise.

There's many ways this can go! Regardless of how we structure this, the formula I was hoping to follow remains relatively fixed. It would begin with simple sfw posts, then turning to those that are a bit more risqué. Eventually he would participate as a 'model', until they end up fucking on camera. Cliché I know, but it's a cliché for a reason!

Importantly, this is a roleplay which I hope includes detailed responses and a realistic build up. I want the characters to come to life, without any 'porn logic'.

My kinks are quite vannila, despite the manipulative tone of this roleplay. I enjoy cheating, dirty talk, seduction, guilt, spanking, oral, hold the moan, rough sex, spanking, naughty outfits/lingerie, risky sex, hair pulling, etc

I've included a short beginning below:

I'd managed to time my visit for when Amy would not be home, which was quite difficult given that she had moved back into her parents after we split up.

While that had been a few months ago, the divorce proceedings had only been initiated this week. And already her lawyer was hounding me for financial information that I just didn't have to hand. Thank god I'd sought out an accountant. With the way this was going, I'd be lucky if that bitch left me my clothes!

But I wasn't here because of that...

And that thought brought me back to the present.

"Are you sure this is legitimate John?" I heard you ask in a quiet, shocked voice. As your gaze lifted up from the paper in your hand, I managed to keep my expression neutral.

"Of course it is, why didn't Amy re-route the mail earlier... I'm sorry that you found out through me... you know... given everything that is going on"

Your query related to the letter in your hand, and the two similar ones already open on the table. Any observer would naturally assume.they were legitimate, meaning that the owed figures were, in their mind... owed.

Multiple credit cards, in your name... all supposedly taken out by your daughter on your behalf. And all showing large debts owed... for all intensive purposes, you were fucked.

It would only take a simple phone call to prove that they were fake... but I knew you wouldn’t . You weren't the type to double check. You were much more likely to freak out.

Which was something I could use.

"Look... I'd help if I could... but you know how expensive this divorce is for me..." my tone was calming, and my eyes met yours, the silent promise that everything will be OK contained within them.

"Maybe... maybe there are other ways you could dig yourself out of this financial pit... ways that would mean your husband wouldn't find out...."