Hello! These are prompts I am currently open to roleplaying! If you find something you like send me a message and I'll get back to you when I can. All prompts are M4F/TF, and all character MUST be over 21, no exceptions.

• High End Real Estate- You've always been the best at whatever you do. It doesn't matter what it is, running in the park, tests in college, hell, even fucking, you always worked your ass off to be the best. So when you decided to go into real estate, you weren't looking for the flexible hours or the joy of finding someone their perfect home, you did it because you knew you could do it better than anyone else. And you were right. It wasn't long before you were selling to top end clients, making multi-million dollar sales. You weren't connecting people to homes, but businesses to sky scrapers, or billionaires to estates. You were the best, and you knew it. Today you were showing a young tech mogul around a pent house in the city. His company was opening an office down town and he wanted a place to spend the night when here was here. He's charming and handsome, giving off the effortless charm of someone who knows what they're worth. You give him the tour, showing him the state of the art appliances and world-class view. "Now, you're not the first person I've shown this too," you tell him, "And there's already a small bidding war going on, so if you want to make an offer, you'll have to come in over asking." He smiles. Not a problem. Then he puts a hand on your waist. "How much to get the apartment, AND you?" You've heard these things before, usually as sexist little jokes from older billionaires, but this is different. He's not joking, he's asking. You get 5% of every sale you make. Everyone has a price. He's asking you to name yours. (TL;DR: High Class, Wealthy, Paying You)
• The Temple of Aphrodite- I have followed the golden birds south through the woods. I have redirected the river to feed into Styx and trap the damned. I have triumphed over beasts as tall as tree tops, battled bandits and tyrants, avoided the seductions of the forest nymphs, and it has all lead to this. I step out onto sand as the rhythmic tumbling of the sea plays out like a soothing loop. My chiton is torn and dirty, my legs ache, but as I look up at the marbled building adorned with pillars and ornate carvings of the deeds of the gods, I sigh in relief. I have arrived at the end of my quest. I have arrived at the Temple of Aphrodite. I run my hands through the sea foam, wondering if it is the same foam from which the goddess was formed. I wash my face in the sea water, and walk to the hallowed steps. The air smells of a perfume so sweet I cannot put it in words. The wind sounds like music, slowly, sensually playing me inside, but my feet get heavy as I near the top. The risks of enter are great, even if the rewards are greater, but still. Many have tried, and none have succeeded. Still, I enter. The inside of the temple is much more lively than it appears from the beach. Light streams in through vaulted windows, the acolytes giggle and gossip. Some are clothed in loose robes, some are not clothed at all. Some bathe in the back corner, washing each other with soaps and oils, some braid each others hair or tend to the fires. All are beautiful. All go silent as I cross the threshold. The goddess appears in front of me so quickly I stumble back. "Fear not, brave warrior, no one will hurt you." she smiles. "Unless that's what you like, of course." A giggle from the crowd. The feeling of all these eyes on me strikes more fear into me than a hundred swords. "Tell me why you are here." she circles around me, examining me, testing me. "I have come to take your priestess as my wife." I respond, standing straight, feigning confidence. I look down the long hall of the temple at the woman with golden hair sitting on a marble throne. Her robes are rose red, her eyes alit with fire. "Very well," Aphrodite says, her finger traces over my shoulder, down my back, sending a chill down my spine. "You can have her. IF" she pauses, her hand tracing around my side. "You can best my challenge." I nod. This is as far as the stories go. No one knows what happens next. Her lips almost graze my ear as she whispers. "Stay with me, for one hour. She will not hold it against you. If, when that hour is up, you find yourself able to leave, you may take her with you. If the temptation is to much..." She trails off, but I notice the throne the priestess sits on seems to shift and move, as if made up of liquid. Souls of past suitors, no doubt. "I accept your challenge," my voice quivers as I speak. "I know the risk, but find the reward more than worthy." I bow to the priestess. Aphrodite laughs. "Oh young hero," she chides. "You have no idea." her finger traces down my shoulder, my tunic sliding down my arm. She steps back, and snaps her fingers, turning to dust as fast as she appeared. The dust floats and flows around the room, the spirit of the goddess passing through the acolytes, possessing them one by one. They turn to face me. One speaks with the voice of the goddess. "Set the hour glass." she says. "Your time starts now." (Greek Gods, Heroic Quest, Harem, slight FemDom Spend one hour with the possessed acolytes of Aphrodite to win the hand of the priestess)
• Office Retreat- Office crushes make the world go round. When sitting around in a grey cubicle under florescent lighting feels soul crushing, having a conversation with that one person, sharing that inside joke, gossiping about who did what, it can make it all all seem more bearable. The best part is they're mostly harmless. it can be fun to flirt and fantasize a little, but at the end of the day, there's just no opportunity for it to be anything more, not without effort. So you get to flirt during the day and come home to your husband, and all is good. I did say MOSTLY harmless though. Because every once and a while, opportunity does strike, and that's when it's all put to the test. We were at the office retreat at some swanky hotel out of town. The first night there, everyone got drinks at the hotel bar, and went outside to sit by some gas firepits. As the night went on, the crowds wore thin. People wanting to rest before days of strategic planning and trust exercises, people who decided they see enough of you all during the week. Slowly they dwindled down, as you and I keep drinking and keep chatting, until before we know it, it's last call, and we're the only people left. I sit next to you on the bench in the autumn air. A cool breeze blows through, and for a moment we're silent. Are we thinking the same thing? After years of flirting, after harmless jokes and compliments, all of the sudden opportunity is here. Your husband wouldn't have to know. My girlfriend is at home with some friends. The bar is about to close, but neither of us are ready to sleep. We can't stay here, so where should we go? (TL;DR: Flirting, Cheating, Our only chance)
• Playing with Toys- It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive. You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly. "Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices. "Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine. "No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods. "Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door. "Oh, I will." You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine. "Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest. "I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun." (TL;DR: FemDom, MSub, Bondage, keeping me in your basement)
• Bad Friends- It can be hard to make friends when you move somewhere new. Building a new support system is tough. But you got lucky. You made friends quickly. It started with Kylee, who you met at work. She took you under her wing, told you everything you needed to know about how to make it through the work day, how to navigate the politics and kiss up to your manager. It wasn't long before she introduced you to her other friends. They invited you over to watch trashy tv and get drunk, they took you dancing, showed you all the best brunch spots. Sure they could be catty, and occasionally they get a little mean, but no friend is perfect. Oh, and there was also that one time, after a night out, when Kylee brought you into her bed. "Friends eat each other out sometimes. It's fine. It doesn't mean anything. I'll get you back next time. I swear." It was a little uncomfortable, especially when she moaned and called you her little whore, but like, friendship is about sacrifice. A couple months you moved, when you were really starting to feel settled, you sent Kylee a text. You thanked her for taking you in, for showing you around the city, for letting her join your group. About half an hour later, she texts you back. "You want to join the group?" It feels like a slap in the face. Of course you do. You thought you already were. You don't respond, spiraling at the idea that you'd misread the whole situation. About 10 minutes later, she texts you. "Ok, talked to the other girls. They'd love to have you. Just one little thing you have to do first. Come over tomorrow at noon." The next day, you knock on her door. She answers, wearing a crop top and some short jean shorts. She welcomes you in with a hug and a smile. two of the other girls were waiting in the living room, Jenna wearing just a bra and a short skirt, Rachel in a neon tank top and spanks. Standing between them was a man, tall and broad, shirtless with dark jeans, just... looking at you. Kylee locks the door behind her as Jenna and Rachel beckon you over. "You want to be a part of the group, right?" Kylee whispers in your ear. (TL;DR: Femdom, MaleDom, Group Sex, FSub, "Friends" make you fuck someone in front of them)
• A Hard Deal to Refuse- I park my car out front, and sat in the drivers seat for a second as I admire the estate. I'm still getting used to being around all this money. I let out a sigh and grab the bottle of wine on the passenger seat. I don't want to be here. I have better offers, and more exciting invitations, but my COO encouraged me, told me that it would be worth my time. It better be. I walk up the steps to the large double doors. They open before I can knock. There he is. He looks older than I expected. Not old, just older. He shakes my hand, invites me in, thanks me for the wine. Dinner's this way, but first, he wants me to meet his wife. My heart seizes in my chest when you walk in. You are stunning. Much more attractive than your husband in a sleek dress with a high slit on the leg. It's hard to focus on much else once you walk in. Your husband doesn't like doing business on an empty stomach, so we eat first. You sit next to me, and he serves the wine I brought, It's ok. Not nearly as exciting as you. At one point, you drop your napkin in my lap, and I could swear your hand lingered... But no. time for business. You say you'll meet us in the study in a minute. You want to freshen up. I'm sad to see you go, but can't help but sneak a peak as you walk away. I'm so distracted I don't notice your husband's smile. In the study, we chat some, then your husband offers me some whisky. It's better than the wine. I take a sip, and he finally gets down to the reason we're here. "I know you have better offers than my original proposal." he says. "That's why I'd like to offer a little more. Make ours more competitive." The door opens. "But money is only part of the equation. Someone will always be able to offer more money. It will be never ending. A night mare." You walk in, my mouth goes dry. You're no longer in the dress, now wearing an equally elegant, strappy lingerie body suit. What is happening. "I'm not one for nightmares." he says, you stand in front of my chair, your hand on my knee, tracing up toward my knee as you get down on your knees. "I much prefer to make the good dreams come true." Your fingers are feather light, a tease, grazing, just enough to send a shiver up my spine as you reach for my belt buckle. How can I say no? (TL;DR: Cuckold, Pimping you out for a business deal)
• Listen and Obey- The library was always quiet on a Saturday night. Hell, you wouldn't be here either if you and your friend didn't have an exam on Monday. The two of you study late into the night, hoping that if you just read a little more, just get past this one section, you'll feel ready. You get up to grab a book of the shelf, but when you pull it, a slip of paper falls off. It's a puzzle, and a phone number. You take it to your friend, excited for the change of pace. It doesn't take long to solve it. "What should we do?" she asks. "I guess we call." you swallow your nerves as you dial the number. It picks up immediately, though no one speaks. You say the answer to the riddle, and the gruff voice speaks back. "Meet under the bridge on Elmwood in half an hour." You know you shouldn't, it's a risk. But you've been good all night, and the two of you are dying to do something bad. You pack your bags, dropping them in your rooms and going to the meeting point. A black limo pulls up. A tall women with red hair gets out, and invites you in. She hands you each a box. "A gift." she smiles. Inside is new lingerie for each of you. Your friend looks nervous. "Put it on." the woman says. Her tone does not invite questions. The limo parks you in front of a building you've never seen before. The woman gets out first. "This is your last chance to turn back. If you step out of this car, you are agreeing to listen. To obey. This is the final destination of your evening, but the beginning of your journey." Your friend grabs your hand. She looks stunning in her lingerie. She takes a deep breath, and steps out into the night. (TL;DR: Bondage, Training, Threesome)
• Just Another Fix- It started two weeks ago at a party. The lights where flashing, the music was loud, we were both drunk, we were dancing. I took out a pill. You're not usually the "Take a random pill from a stranger" type, and I'm not really a "give my drugs away for free" kind of guy, but I guess that night we both slipped out of our comfort zones. I saw your eyes go wide. I saw you experience new sensations, understand things in a different way as the chemicals pulsed through your veins. Then I lost track of you, and I never thought I'd see you again. That is, until this morning, when I heard a knock on my door. You don't look the same. The spark in your eyes has turned to hunger. True hunger, the kind that lacks life, and craves sustenance, that will do whatever it takes to get it. You want more of those pills. You don't have to tell me, I can tell just by looking at you, just like I can tell you are close to rock bottom. My favorite place to start. (TL;DR: Drugs, Coercion, Rock Bottom)
• Interns- At some point in their life, almost every boy imagines working at a porn studio. Usually it's just a passing thought. Not for me. For me, it was the dream. So imagine my excitement when I finally got the internship of my dreams. Every day at work was a dream come true. it didn't matter what my task was, shredding documents, grabbing coffee, laundry, I was just happy to be involved. The boys were all cool, and the girls were all nice to me, every day felt like sunshine. My boss must have noticed my enthusiasm, because one day, he gave me a pitch. The studio wants to do a new series, where they film the interns fucking, and they want me in the pilot episode. My heart pounds in my chest, my voice catches in my throat. I can't believe it. I say yes before he's finished asking. Now the day is here. I'm sitting on the set, a generic looking bedroom, with a small crew, just the camera man and the director. "Are you ready?" he asks me. Of course I am. This is a dream come true. (It's up to you if you' want to be a pornstar or another intern,) (TL;DR: Porn, First time in camera)
• The Man Who Will Never Love You- Unrequited love is a hell of a thing. No matter what you do, you can never make him love you. He knows it too, and is more than happy to string you along. He knows you're desperate for his attention, and he'll let you go too far to get it. He'll text you drunk at 1 am, asking you to come over. He'll let you cook him dinner, then call you a good friend, but still let you suck his cock after dessert. He'll flirt with your friends right in front of you, then ghost you for a week. He'll ask you to do that thing you said you never would, and you'll do it for him. Why does he do it? Maybe he's being strung along by someone else. Maybe he's just a piece of shit. He's a scumbag, but if you've made it this far, I guess you're kinda into that. So what are you willing to do to get him to love you? How far will you go? Will you give into him? Do what he wants and try to make him happy? Or will you go in the opposite direction, and kidnap him, forcing him to love you as you take what you want? Up to you! (TL;DR: Unrequited Love, Taking advantage of your love, Maybe you can change him)
• Celeb on my Honeymoon- My wife left our honeymoon early to go on an unexpected business trip, and I am pissed. So pissed that I storm down to the bar, and order a drink, planning on getting shitfaced. But I'm so angry that I'm not paying proper attention to my surroundings, so when I turn around, I spill my drink all down your top. In the chaos, I try to help you clean off, and offer to buy you a drink, but I only end up messing it up more. Finally I pull myself together and explain why I'm such a wreck. It's only then that I recognize who you are... (So how does this go? Do you give me a pity handjob in the bathroom? Do we go up to the honeymoon suite and make a depraved video to send to my wife? Do you take me to your room and start bossing me around for messing up your top?) (TL;DR: Celebrity, cheating, my wife left me alone on my honeymoon and I'm pissed)
• Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?" (TL;DR: Prostitution. That's it.)
• Show Me the Order of Upper Class- The smoke dances from her cigarette and fills the room with an almost dreamy haze as she sits casually on the couch that probably cost more than my apartment. I sit in the chair across from her, spinning my glass of whiskey. I knew she was rich but- this is something else. I try not to focus on the deep plunge of her elegant gown. The silent auction we just returned from was a black tie affair. I wonder if the smoke will prevent me from getting the deposit back on this rental tux. We've only seen each other a handful of times, and I suddenly find myself embarrassed that I brought her to my apartment. I thought it had been a good night. Now I was worried she was judging my couch as we fucked on it. She looks at me now with a new kind of intensity. Something I hadn't noticed during the small talk and banter as we rubbed elbows with the 1%. I take a drink. Finally, she breaks the silence. "I like you." she says, exhaling more smoke as she stands up, her heels clacking on the floor as she casually moves around the room. "I like you a lot. But before we keep going, I have a confession." I swallow. Here it is. The reason we can't be together. "I have a... collection, of sorts." she moves behind me as she talks. "Some people collect pottery, some collect stamps," her hand grazes over my shoulder. "I collect sluts." She says it casually, like the term has no connotation. "All over the world. In every major city, by every worth-wile resort, on private jets and boating crews... little desperate sluts, eagerly waiting for my command." Another puff of smoke. Another sip of whiskey. "They are my prized possessions. If we're going to be together, I'd like you to share them will me." She stands behind me. "Before you make any decisions," she gets low, her red lips grazing my ears sending chills down my spine, "I have one to show you." She rings a service bell on the table beside me. The doors to the room open. A beautiful woman in straps and chains wearing a black leather collar walks in with her arms behind her back. She licks her lips. I lick mine. Maybe there are perks to dating a richer woman. (TLDR: FemDom, MDom, FSub High Class Bondage/Power structures, My rich new girlfriend dommes women all over the world and wants to share them with me)
• Gangbangs: An Economic Alternative to Fertility Treatments- You and your husband have been struggling to get pregnant. You've thought about fertility treatments, but they're far to expensive, and insurance won't cover them. You thought about adoption, but when you were in college, you got caught with a little weed, and now the agencies won't write you back. It has been challenging, but you and your husband are intent on finding a solution. One day, he comes to you with an idea. It's not perfect, but there's a chance it might work, and a chance is all you need. The two of you send invites to all your most eligible friends. Friday night. 8:00 p.m. The hotel on W. Main street. Please don't be late. Three friend's show up, and you invited the bellboy, a handsome young man, plus your husband makes five. That should be plenty. The five men sit around in the hotel room, waiting patiently. You take a deep breath as you gather your nerves, and step out into the bathroom wearing your favorite lingerie. This is your chance. Make it count. (TLDR: Gangbang, impregnate, you and your husband host a gangbang to try and get you pregnant)
• Hypnotherapy- I lay on the couch, arms by my sides, looking at the tile on the ceiling painted to look like a cloudy sky. I turn over toward you. "Are you sure this is working?" I ask, "Last time when I got home I felt a little... I don't know." You scribble something in your notepad, listening intently. Your tone is calm and soothing. "Of course," you tell me. "It's normal to feel discomfort after 'losing time' to hypnosis, but I promise the results are worth it." I swallow. I do want to feel better. "Ok. Let's begin." I take a deep breath, looking up. I hear the words you say, the sounds are comforting and pleasant, but I cannot seem to attach meaning to them. I feel myself melting into the couch, floating through the painted sky. I feel everything, and nothing, like my senses have been taken away from me and dialed to 11. Is there a second voice joining hers? I can't understand what they are saying. I feel- something. Sensation on my cock, pressure on my ass. Is that normal? Do I like it? I think I do. Pressure. Pressure on my skin. Pressure from within. Warm pressure, wet pressure, It's building and growing, it's overtaking me, it's all encompassing, and just when I don't think I can last any longer- release. A deep breath. Was it mine? Or someone else? Then, cutting through the floating bliss- a word. "Return." I tense. My muscles feel like mine again, the sky recedes back into a tile. My clothes feel weird, like they're not quite in the right place. "Ahem." You say, as if catching your breath. You wipe something off your lips, something I can't see. "That was a very productive session, but I accidently went over time." I look at the clock. 90 minutes later. What happened? The buttons on your shirt are less carefully placed than before, and- is that a bra on the floor? I start to question it, but your voice makes noises I can't understand, and suddenly I forgot what I was going to ask. "See you in a couple weeks," you smile at me. I stand up, feeling oddly sore, and... sticky? "Yeah," I respond. "See you then." (TLDR: Hypnosis, Femdom, Pegging, Threesome or Moresome? Hynpotherapist puts me under to make me a fuck toy for her and her friends)
• Dating a Couple- "How's date night going?" I text my wife, as I head into the bar to meet up with some friends. She responds with a selfie, the two of you at the restaurant. She's wearing an one shoulder green dress, her red hair pulled back behind her shoulders. "I think I might get lucky ;)" she jokes. I smile as I respond. "Looks fancy, have fun and keep me updated!" I put my phone down, and order a beer. We met you a few months ago. At first it was a one night fling, a married couple experimenting with a younger woman. But one night turned to two, and two nights turned to one on one time, and one on one time turned into weekly date nights. Nothing is perfect, but this feels pretty good. An hour later, another photo. The two of you sharing a chocolate lava cake, the half empty glass of red wine next to you. "A sweet evening." She says. Another hour later, a video. I almost press play before remembering I'm in public. I excuse myself to the bathroom. It's a POV from my wife, stretched out naked on our bed, your face nestled between her legs. She moans as she gently pushes your hair back behind your ear. "Oh fuck," she whispers. Her text says "Proof I can have fun without you ;)" I smile. I'm glad you're having fun. Maybe I'll take you both out on a date next week. (TLDR: Polyamory, Unicorn, Loving and supportive couple date a slightly younger woman.)
• The Music Festival- You've been waiting. You saved your cash, you chose your outfits and got stocked up on drugs. Now it's finally here. The music festival of the summer. The forecast looks amazing, the line up is everything you could hope for. You and your friends pitch your tent in the field with everyone else. You do your makeup with strangers, take photos in the security line, and pass through for the best fucking weekend of your life. Or, should I say, the best weekend of fucking? What happens at your dream festival? Does the weather change, raining you in with your friends? Do you find the orgy tent? Get invited back to a musican's tour van? Do you join that older couple you met who's looking for a third? Or fuck that guy begin the portajohns for some extra weed? It's going to be a long weekend. Might as well get started. (Music festival shenanigans)
• Breaking Through the Vale- The full moon lights the sky as the night edges closer to midnight. The equinox is almost here. The air is cool and crisp, fall came quickly this year. The bonfire crackles and pops, laughter sounds like sweet music. You want to be there. You long to be a part of it, to feel the warmth of the fire, to shiver at the cool wind. But you can't. You're a ghost. Stuck in between realms, you have no choice but to observe. Alone but not alone, you sit next to these friends, pretending you're one of them as they tell stories and laugh at old memories. You watch a couple kissing, missing the sensation on your lips. You see them drinking beer from a cooler and miss the taste on your tongue. It's nice to feel a part of it, at least. You see one of the friends sitting by themselves. They look so cute as they look out into the night. They turn to respond to a question, and you could swear they looked straight at you. Did you just get a shiver? That's never happened before. Then- midnight strikes and something feels different. You feel drawn to the bodies, see them as vacuums just waiting to be filled. You look up and could swear the moon just winked at you. You go to one of the friends, cautiously reaching out to them. It's a gentle touch, but it feels like ecstasy. You blink. Your hands look different. They're someone else hands. Your body feels- well, it feels. You gasp, startling the other friends. You've taken control of the body. It won't last forever, you only have till sun-up. You look over at the friend sitting by themselves. This is your chance. (TL;DR: Ghost takes possession of someone to shoot their shot)