The Vivarium of Stories. M seeking F

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Welcome to my gallery of ideas. Please have a look around. I hope you'll find something that intrigues your mind.

A simple request:

Please check my ONs & OFFs if you find something you like in this thread. This is so you'll have a good idea about what I seek and what I can offer in a roleplay.

Also , please do not post in this thread. If you like an idea and wish to discuss it , send me a PM.

Thank you very much for understanding.

Most of my writing is heavily erotic. While some ideas are purely smutty, I don't want to sacrifice the allure of storytelling and deeper narratives. The way I see it any scene can be erotic without sex being involved.

Notice: Please bear in mind that these are basic ideas based on visuals or simple concepts. None is written in stone and if they inspire newer ideas, then I'll happily discuss them with you as I am always up for newer experiences. You can also check the link below for my other thread where there's a lot of other ideas. If any strikes your fancy, please do not hesitate to contact me about them. Thank you for your interest.

Mobsters Don't Do Honest Work

I see this idea about a mobster who had to quit the game. It could be because he killed a fellow mafioso, or dipped into the boss' cookie jar. Or fucked up a job so bad he had to disappear before he sleeps with the mattresses. He escapes the city and finds his way to a calm country town, far from the reaches of the city. He tries to do work a few jobs, shaking off the mafia life, but the transition process doesn't go smoothly. Whatever scraps he make barely get him through the day. This is where the lady figures into his story:

1- She's the unseen wife of his original boss. Only a handful knows about her or her whereabouts. So when our mobster breaks into her lofty mansion, he doesn't know he was walking into mafia territory. Sure the guards outside looked fit to guard such a place, but he didn't think they were low suits from the city. So when he's caught, would she she know who he is? Was she informed? Or does she see him as nothing more than a petty thief?

2- Just like the first idea, she's the boss' wife, but out mobster became a regular fighter in an underground tournament taking place in this town and its outskirts. She contact him for some 'clean up' work, and with that, comes the dreadful sense of the world he tried to escape, catching up to him.

3- She's A charitable single lady who finds the man shot and wounded in one of her stables. Her first instinct was to call the authorities, but in the haze of his injury, the man manage one plea ... not to call the cops. Would she withhold her impulses and help this man. Or turn him in and whatever trouble he brings with him?

4- If you have a different idea, share it please!

The Amazons

Ever since he ended up on this part of the world, every day was a struggle to survive. Predators and natural hazards lurking everywhere. However, the greatest threat was them ... They knew he was out there, and more than a few times he was almost caught rescuing some of his captured comrades. As fascinating as they were, he knew his capture will be the end of him. So far he outplayed them. A man of his talents was easily familiar with such a lush terrain. But there's always a time when even the smartest gets outplayed and captured.

- There's many ways this story could go, hence why I am keeping it open for all possibilities.

- I need to stress the fact that I am not looking for a purely Dominant female vs a submissive male. Quite far from that actually.

- I want there to be a cultural clash between the two.

- If he was to be captured, I'd imagine his captivity wouldn't be absolutely pleasant, but it can be a bridge to him finding a way to either breakout, or pique his captors' curiosity to change their methods and communicate with him.

- The Amazons can be savages, or sophisticated in their own ways. I'm not looking for a cliched portrayal, but rather an engaging exploration experience.

- Let me know if you find it interesting and we can brainstorm a story together.

Impussyble Coincidence

This s going to be a lighthearted tongue in cheek kind of story.

The way I see it a superheroine is found stuck on a ledge outside a man’s apartment. The circumstance by which she ends up there are many, but what matters is that she now needs the help of this man to get out of this predicament.

1- She’s his next door neighbor, dressed up as said character and was planning to steal something from his apartment. Something that originally doesn’t belong to him, or something he acquired by unlawful means. On her way out she tripped and now she’s hanging on for dear life.

2- Its a prank gone wrong.

3- She’s the real deal. Maybe she was having an off day, wasn’t in her form. Whatever reason she had, now she needs help. The man have a lot of questions and even more ideas coming up in his mind. She ends up humoring him ... as long as she keeps her mask on at all times. Secret identity and all that jazz.

Transporter

A driver for hire. Doesn't matter where he picks up his client, or where he drops them off. Be it the outer walls of a penitentiary, or at the heart of downtown during rush hour, once he accepts a job, it is done. An ex-militant with a set of skills that prepped him for the dangerous part of his job that requires his person off the wheel. A sharp dresser, too sharp for most of the jobs he accepts, but he prefers to be presentable at all times. Besides, a designer's suit is the best way to portray professionalism and confidence.

Always on the move, from one city to the other, his residence lasting a year or two if the market provided a steady flow of jobs. VIP escorts, getaway for a bank heist. There's more than enough income for him to rent a luxury villa at the expensive side of town. For all the crimes he commits, he sees himself an equal to the rest of his neighbours where he resides. Not that he socialize with them. Mostly keeping to himself and his habits. In a world governed by looks, he was less of a suspect when seen driving around these parts in a car similar to the one reported through the entire city. Not to mention his law abiding nature once he's off the clock. A contradiction hardly anyone knows about it.

He prefers to keep the conversation to a minimum while he's on the job. The less he speaks with the clients, the less he's involved in whatever business they're mixed up with. His job had a notable effect on his social skills, but not to the point to shut him off from the world. The internet almost picked up on his fame, but there was enough conpiracy theorists to debunk any link between any of his two jobs that would make it to the headlines. Still, he spends the occasional weekend in a sports bar instead of his lavish residence.

So far, he's on an impressive streak, completing every job on time. A streak he plans to keep on growing, since that strengthen his reputation as the perfect man for the job across the entire country.

A Mercedes 2015 S600 Guard, is his recent companion for the next jobs he'll accept. Bullet Proof glass and reinforced steel plating for the body to achieve a VR9 level of protection that can foil any attempt on the car. An outlaw would never feel this level of safety and luxury in any other car. But that is part of the package he delivers with his car. An ensured comfortable journey while the authorities are hot on his tail.

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The Law In Your Backseat

The job was simple in premise, extremely dangerous in application. 4:48am was the time of pick up. Two passengers, both females. Pick up at the front gate of the state penitentiary. Destination, 900 miles west, at the Rosewood hotel front gate. It was a cross country job, but the pay was exceptional, and the challenge certainly appealed to him. Contrary to the employers concerns about him being there at the right time, the driver was confident he'd be there. He did enforce a 1 minute waiting rule before he drives off. The employer should concern himself with the passengers breaking out successfully, and leave the details of his arrival to himself.

What he did not anticipate was the hot waters he found himself in after he shook off every vehicle on his tail. Stopping at a gas station for gas and refreshments, one of his passengers made a run for it. A getaway car was already prepared to pick her up. A pursuit was easy ... except for that unpredictable variable in his assessment to this job. She was part of an underground organization, and a fleet of baddies were ready to run him over, him and that gas station. He was in quite a predicament. With the firepower they were packing, escape was a priority over pursuing the runaway.

As much as he wanted to worry about his broken successful streak after escaping certain death, a metallic click behind his head brought his attention to the other passenger with him. Feeling the cold steel of a gun's barrel pressed to his head, and the clear unforgiving demand for him to drive. The runaway was a real criminal, while the one left behind is an undercover officer tasked to infiltrate the organization. And right now, this driver is her only tool to find that escapee in a desperate attempt to salvage her plan.

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Foreign Streets

It wasn't his usual job. Being a Chauffeur to a wealthy widow won't add much to his repertoire. But he was doing it as a favor to a friend. A Squad mate who shared some of his time when he served in the military. Which baffled him how a streetwise uncouth savage like his mate could land a gig like that. But he couldn't turn it down. The pay was enough to buy him a mansion once the six month period was finished. Besides, the woman was such a charmer, it was hard to resist working for her. Elegant, well spoken with a down to earth attitude even while she was dining in silverware more expensive than his trusty automobile.

He maintained his own residence at first, by his request. However, it proved inconvenient, so the kind lady provided him with proper accommodations in her estate. It was a sweet job, by anyone definition. It paid more than he could make in a year, and there wasn't any risks with the job. Well, until that one time when she called him in the middle of the night, and sent him the location where he had to pick her up. It was strange, he did not drive her out of the estate himself, so she must've had someone else pick her up. And that was the first unusual turn outs of this night. The location she sent wasn't a place a woman of her stature would be. An apartment building in a shabby neighbourhood with its reputation of housing the scum of society, to put it bluntly.

She got into the car, flustered, nervous, with sunglasses and a hat to obscure her looks. From his experience, this smelled like trouble, and he felt he's about to burn so much rubber in the coming days.

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As the idea is inspired by the Franchise of the same name, these are sample ideas. If you have a different idea that can fit into this type of story, I'd like to hear it. The level of content depends on what we agree upon, varying from light to extreme.

I see the story focusing on Character development, action scenes, and erotica. Other elements can be incorporated based on how we envision the story together.

This is a one shot idea with great potential to become a long term one, hence why it is featured in this section.

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These are short, more erotically oriented ideas.

Name: Sector 3

Content: Light or Bondage.

Scenario: Sector 3 was always off limits With Avalanche partially disbanded, Tifa had to check out the secrets behind that part of Midgar. She might be surprised of what she finds there, or not find there. Likely a beginning to an unexpected alliance or rivalry. She got on that train, and was determined to pass the guarded gates to see what's on the other side. Is it even a military ground, or a preserved paradise meant for the highest members of the Shin-ra empire.

Setting: Gaia, The world of Final Fantasy VII

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Tifa. I am looking for someone whose enthused about this character, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original or canon character, based on my partner's preference. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Name: Dimeritium Key

Content: Light or Bondage

Scenario: The Sorceress had the misfortune of experimenting with a new type of magic the elves mastered a long time ago, except the spell had a reverse effect that sealed her powers in another dimension. As a precaution, she initially set up a magical field to contain the spell if things went array, she simply did not expect the formula to be so volatile as to seal her magic rather than give her access to spells unknown to the lodge of sorceresses. After many nights of research, It turns out dimeritium, the very bane of her kind was a key ingredient to help her gain back her trapped magic. But to get some of it, she'll need the help of a witcher.

Setting: The Witcher-Verse

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Yennefer or Triss, whichever she's interested in portraying. I am looking for someone whose enthused about such characters, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original witcher or a canon character, based on my partner's preference. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Name: Lingering Shadows

Content: Light or Bondage

Scenario: After the events of Raccoon city and before the BSAA was formed, Jill spent a couple of years as just another police officer. However, recently there's been several cases of individuals reported missing. However, just as many disappears, it seems new individuals settles in the suburbs where said individuals went missing. Something wasn't right and the more she looked into it, the more she felt a familiar hand involved, she just can't put her finger on it yet.

Setting: Resident Evil world.

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Jill Valentine. I am looking for someone whose enthused about such characters, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original character or a canon character, based on my partner's preference. Though I prefer if I play an ally rather than a villain, it is all up for discussion. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Name: The Cult of The Dragon Demon

Content: Light or Bondage

Scenario: While Dante was off hunting a demon, or cutting off a tree or some such, Lady was left behind to take any stray jobs that may find its way to their broken office. As it happens, a bounty hunter was reportedly captured by a cult that goes by the name of The Cult of the Dragon Demon. The reward would guarantee the lights won't go off in their office for five years ahead. Whoever wanted that bounty hunter back was loaded. The name might be intimidating, but Lady wasn't about to back down from a simple job. She doesn't have to be a demon to find one missing fool.

Setting: Devil May Cry World

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Lady. I am looking for someone whose enthused about such characters, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original character or a canon character, based on my partner's preference. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Name: The Grimoire Shard

Content: Light or Bondage

Scenario: For the longest time, one shard of the demonic sword was used to lock a magical tome. A grimoire that housed the origins of soul biding to one's arm. Some proclaim this is how the evil sword came to be, others claim that only blood and death can twist one's sword. With such rumor floating about, there's warriors who would go to insurmountable length to acquire any means that would help them tame their swords, or shatter the one blade that tainted their fate.

However, one nobleman owned the grimoire. A man of reputable swordsmanship. For one to get their hands on that coveted tome, they must first confront the owner. Battle? Money? Fame? Lust? One thing ought to sway this man to give up his treasured book, or at the very least, bet his life and fame on it.

Setting: Soul's World

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Ivy Valentine or Taki. I am looking for someone whose enthused about such characters, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original character or a canon character, based on my partner's preference. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Name: Soul Maze

Content: Light or Bondage

Scenario: Not every warrior deserves to be an Einherjar. But what if their whole life was a white veil that hid the true twisted nature of their soul? When such a dark soul near their fated day, would one of the fate sisters intervene? Would they give him a second chance? What if their choice would put Asgard in peril? To pass judgment on one man's life right before it ends is an impossible task. Perhaps, they need to see them for who they truly are? Mingle with their life and find what lies beyond their shell.

Setting: Midgard

Requirements: Looking for a Lady writer to take the role of Lenneth, Silmeria or Hrist. I am looking for someone whose enthused about such characters, as I see it an integral factor in both our mutual enjoyment in the story. I'll take the role of an original character or a canon character, based on my partner's preference. The idea presented is not final and everything is up for discussion.

Kinks are negotiable as we discuss the story.

Other fandoms I'm interested in:

Tekken

Metal Gear Solid

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This section will include stories that's been reserved for partners who expressed interest in said stories.

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The Only Lead

 

Category: Possible Light To Bondage

He's a product of a long term failed research. A discarded experiment. The initiative aimed to create operatives that can carry out missions a regular human cannot. Superb awareness unwavered by the lack of rest or physical & mental ailments. A stamina that can last for days under extreme conditions. The program aimed to turn them into machines. But there was a limit to how much they can push the human body. Subjects were able to complete their tasks without any problems. But shortly after their deployment, some of these subjects snapped. The excessive stress they went through while outside a protective and prepared environment proved that the research was a failure. Incomplete. Any term will suffice to describe the fiasco. recovery for active subjects began. Induced amnesia was the only option. And those who proven difficult to undergo the forced treatment were terminated.

Of course, this project being a confidential military project were kept under wraps. But head researchers managed to convince top brass to induce amnesia rather than terminate all the subjects, just in hope they can continue the experiment at an undisclosed date. How she managed to convince them goes beyond anyone's knowledge. But years from that time, one subject found his way back to her. And he's looking for answers. It was expected to happen. They were ready if one subject recovered their memory and started whistling. But this subject was too careful ... almost behaving like a successful subject.

"I Missed You, Dear Kin Of Mine..."

Category: Incest Possible Light to Possible Extreme

She was always blood thirsty. A savage warrior who savored victory. To fight in battle , or to win tournaments, she was always the best choice. But when she murders due to her hot temper, her brother had to make a choice. Exile her and save his land from further bloodshed. And it pained him to do it. Not because she was his sister, but because she was the only one who understood him. Beneath that violent demeanor was the one person who was willing to sacrifice herself for him. And he was the only one who matched her swordsmanship. Each quelled the other's fires. But it had to end. She will be back, has she changed, or is it a sense of longing that drove her wind to his lands?

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The Henna Artist

Category: Possible Light To Bondage

Gossip within the King's court. Drama, delights and so many secrets happening among the icons of society. Alliances formed while sipping wine, betrayals while waltzing to the royal music. And yet one person was on top of it all. She's of foreign lineage. She won the queen's graces when she offered her services. Painting the ladies with Henna with an artist's touch. beautiful, elegant and costly. She know how to charm a lady's heart or a man's mind. What starts as praise to her client's hands or body, slowly turns to words of gossip and forbidden secrets.

But there's danger everywhere, especially when one holds information. Does she seek protection when she finds a dagger plunged into her door? or would she confront the dagger's owner? Perhaps during a banquet she make her move. What will she do?

This is more of a story laced with political intrigue and erotic thrills. Of course I am open to other possibilities.

"Ich Lebe Noch"

Category: From Possible Bondage to Possible Extreme.

Survivors of a bloody war. She was a native, he was an invader. Who was left for dead lived. Who invaded carried the burden of the cruelty he was ordered to do. And now years has passed, and she lives for vengeance.

Two tickets to hope. M/F Possible NC. Modern.

Imagine being on a business trip far away from home. And suddenly the world's greatest energy source runs out. And every nation holds on to what they have lift? When pilots refuse to fly a plane so they could stay home. When people fight over a mere gal on of fuel. When the world falls into mayhem in the matter of hours.

He is from Europe , and during that fateful day he was in Australia. And the only way back home starts with a dreadful cruise to southern Asia. A grand crossing to get to his homeland.

She was there during that day. She was struggling to find a way back home. ( her nationality is up to my partern's preference. ) He lend his hand in a moment of understanding to take her with him. What will become of their journey. And how long before they part ways or stick together?

Swords For Sins

When He closes his eyes, his unexpected voyage unfolds before him, behind his tired lids. From a man of faith and compassion who brandished his sword for the sake of his lord, to a sell sword for heathens and savages who sought glory and spoils, rather than fight for their deities, and they've had many.

Reluctant to serve their purpose, he saw it as a test, to resist the tempting offer of freedom, a conditioned freedom around their land, as they spirited him away from his own lands. They told him he was a warrior worthy to fight along side them, rather than be killed by them. The mockery in their comparison. He welcomed the end if he could die with his sword in his hand, and as much heathen blood trickling down his blade. As the night grew longer, he relented, under the guise of fulfilling his purpose, to kill as many of them as he could, even if it was to serve one of them. No doubt this was the true test of his resolve. And a choice for him to hope for the end as he wished it, or rot in captivity.

His fame spread like wild fire. Unlike his lands, they do not partake in duels. Their challenges were to the death. Singled out in their skirmishes, he realized he was respected, barely loathed even with the stark difference between him, and them. Alas, such respect was only under the foils of battles. Once the dust is cleared, their prejudices shines, and his resentment mirrors their hatred. Till oneday, he met his end, or so he thought when everything sunk into complete darkness.

His body awakened to the touch of fire. So it felt when his eyes fluttered and the sting of herbs licked at his wounds. A mask greeted him, mounted on a man who tended to his wound. If he'd known any better, he thought the devil was nursing him back to health. Yet with unexpected care, he was shackled. Little did he have to wait, until he realized his life could be locked into an eternal ring of servitude. They took him in when they defeated his first captor, and tended to his wound to win him to their side. It marveled him how these savages respected strength, and only strength.

Wishing to break the cycle before it wears his soul down, he refused to unsheathe his sword ever again, even if it meant the loss of his freedom. Until the doors to his holding cell opened, and she emerged. She was different. Claimed to be a woman of her own faith, but the aura about her was ... unique. She was determined to win him over. Fluent with spiritual knowledge, and cunning as far as her tribes exhibited. She was quite honest about her intentions ... and determination.

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I see this story focusing on the dynamic between the Captive And the Lady, and later expanding to delve into the the social and political entanglements of her own people. The level of content can vary from Bondage to extreme based on what we discuss. Of course, any adjustments or twists to the original idea are welcome. Perhaps something even better can be drawn from this snippit.

The main elements of this story involves, Character Development, Political Intrigue, Seduction, Foreign Affairs, and Erotica. Other elements can be incorporated based on what we discuss together.

Seraphic Law. M/F , UN , Supernatural , Modern or Historic.

They say when an angel commit a sin , one feather on their wings turn black.
Barachiel is the black winged angel. Stripped from his celestial powers , banished from the higher realm and forever roams the mortal grounds.

She never believed in heaven or hell. She takes life for what it is and never fret over superstitions , as she calls them. What happens , happens. Fate , destiny , retribution or sins ... Nothing but food for a desperate soul.

What happens when she meet with an angel who can't live up to a human's expectations? Can he convince her without any of his powers that a higher power exist? Or would she just proves to him that life goes on without the existence of his kind?

This is an idea that can have many possibilities.  It can take any path an I see a lot of potential for this story.
An alternate scenario would if he met a demoness in human form. But this one requires alot of discussion.





I didn't save you. M/F UN , Modern.

He always lived in that house by the beach. Nobody knows much about him , and he never tried to mingle with the beach crowd. His house is a bit far from the bustling beach life. A secluded calm spot where the crashing waves echoes in a solemn rhythm. The silver white sands carpets the area around it. It was a haven , but within lived this man. Whatever he hides or hides from was never a concern.

But oneday a stray woman shying away from the crowded beach swims closer to that enigmatic spot. However the waves were rough and she loses her balance. Almost drowning. Sinking without a soul to save her. She slowly feel her life fade away. But when she opens her eyes. She find those cold eyes looking into her. A moment before he gets up and leave her be. No words comes out of his lips. Not even to confirm her health. What would she do? Thank him? Leave him? Why would he leave just like that.

This is an open idea. There's alot of possibilities. I need a female writer to play the woman and share her ideas with me. I have a few thoughts about it myself.





Icons & Idols. M/F Light , Modern. Sci Fi.

Inspired by Dan brown's ( Angels & Demons )

The year 2015. Professor Kotik Romanov finally discovered the true potential of ' Adrenaline '. This substance that our body pours into the blood stream during the moment of explicit danger , fear or rush. It enhances the human body's performance 10 times. Well that is the known concept until Prof. Romanov discovered that Adrenaline can bring back a dead man to life. A altered compound called ' Serumantine ' can be added to a pure dosage of Adrenaline , and it can bring the dead to life. However ... It has to be administered before 120 minutes since the brain gives out. Even with the drug still in its testing phase it proved to work , with minor draw backs. The subjects suffer from memory loss. Lose of a random sense. It all varies on the brain's dead cells and how much time has passed since their shut down. This break through , no matter how discreet they try to be about it , has reached every corner in the world.

The story starts with Prof. Romanov's murder before he make a speech for the annual W.H.O. ( World's Health Organization ) Convention in Paris. Everyone rushes to claim the drug and all of Romanov's research , But his assistant , Dr. Ren Selvenski runs off with it. They received threats while they conducted their research. many threats. But only now they proved to be true. And now Ren's life is in danger as so as his life's work with Romanov. The Pope & and the Muslim's Highest religious Icon are threatened. Someone wants to put an end to the ancient struggle between science and religion.

Elana Hadley , A British rogue Interpol officer who happened to attend the W.H.O. convention witnessed the demise of Romanov. She needs to find the drug. Why? For what? And what would she gain? Only time will tell.

I am still undecided on what Elana's motivation will be. I welcome all ideas about it if you like the plot so far.




Don't Judge Me. M/F Light , Modern , Foreign Affair.


Zee Malaki , A 26 years old Saudi Paramedic who decided to further his studies abroad. Finally earning a scholarship in an American university. Having his reasons to persue his Masters degree at this age. He sets foot in the land of opportunities. A big change for him. Coming from the most conservative countries in the world and into the America. Even at this day and age some people from his country would call him a sinner. But he never concern himself with old traditions. Being a virgin , that was also something he was conscious about. Not that he isn't aware of anything. The internet provided too many information. The cultural difference he'd live with may have an impact. But he was here to fulfill a dream and won't let anything gets in his way.

Since he was taking an intense course , he spend half the week in field training in a hospital and the other half in the university attending classes. Doing his best and trying to stay out of trouble and avoiding controversies at all times. The stigma of the fools who did what they did over a decade ago still have remnants of it. But he manage to go by most of the time without any troubles. But maybe a few things are inevitable.

A female character , can be either a classmate or a work colleague where he trains. I want to explore this sort of relationship. How it starts , how it develops , the ups and downs of it. If you are interested in such an idea , please PM me about it.




We're All Monsters. M/F Exotic , NC , Extreme , Fantasy , Supernatural.

He is a werewolf sent to Purgatory. The realm where the dead souls of the supernatural go to. Everyone is an enemy. Everyone is a predator and a prey at the same time. The jungle may have mercy , but Purgatory is the Jungle's worst nightmare. Survival of the fittest does not even describe the true life of Purgatory. And he must survive. To kill and kill and never stop killing. Every kind of creature will hunt him down.

She can be any other creature. Or a human ( Like how they did dean in Supernatural TV show? ). The chaos of Purgatory will wear her out. Or would she kill him and claim his head? Perhaps he saves her from a dire situation? Or she saves him? Imagine being trapped in that world.

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Conquest Of The Mind

He didn't remember when this rivalry started. He was the newest addition to the fray, that much he recalls. He enjoyed success, he thrived for it. And so did she. Always eager to break through and add another notch to her perfect record. Their firm found their rivalry lucrative, it was why they were never put in the same project ... not after that one time. Their crass banter developed into a terrible exhibition of character and professional etiquette. Something about her brought out the worst in him when they stayed too close.

But when they were apart? She was the first to congratulate him on his success. Just as he was willing and happy to admit her triumph. It kept their rivalry somehow, healthy ... as long as they kept their distance. There was no denying a growing tension between them. And it had many layers to it. Some he was open to, others, he preferred to keep deep and buried.

Then comes the new year's event. Big Boss Man was in the talks of a huge project, and since he was quite the character, decided to host the key players of this project in his mansion. He thought if these guys are going to work some extra hours, then they'd do well to work in a more luxurious environment. There was about twenty of them, planning to spend the whole weekend -if necessary- to finalize the proposed project. The dress code wasn't strict, yet everyone was eager to please, dressing as sharp as a needle.

It was an estate outside the city. Quite a drive to get there. But he had plans. Assuming once things quiets down at night, he could slip out and drive back in the morning. But it looks like that would happen sooner than he expected, since Big Boss Man had a little inconvenience, and wouldn't be able to make it till the next day. Seems his presence was no longer needed. He took the time to look around the mansion, spotting a rare antique chess piece. He was by no means a chess expert, but it looks like this set cost a hefty fortune. He fancied himself a strategist, but not in the league of grandmasters or professional players.

"Fancy seeing you here."

He heard her familiar voice, happy with a teasing tone. He turned to see her standing near the table where the chess board was crowning it. And she was dressed too formally, already planning to reap the spoils of this event. There was a glint in her eyes. One he's familiar with. And her next words confirmed it.

"When they said they'll bring the best, I had a feeling you'll make it on the list."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said with a smile, shifting his attention to her. "So, planning to stick around? Big Boss ain't coming in today."

She shrugged, obviously disappointed that her plans had to take a sudden change, "Nope. I'm heading out." Her answer seemed to disappoint him, or she surmised from the the way his lips pursed.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow, then." He said, turning his attention to the chess board. It was better than to let his eyes wander.

"You look fascinated by that set. You fancy yourself a player, or just a Sicilian amateur?" She said with an apparent mocking tone. And when he glanced at her, he saw that confident wicked smile of hers. Easing his lips to a smirk, with an inquisitive arched brow, he asked, "Oh? A chess player? Or just memorizing something you read off the internet?"

Her smile widened, and she stood straight, almost challenging him. "I know I can clear your side before you can put up a defense ... Or an offense." She paused, letting her word sink.

"Care to make it interesting?" He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"If you expect me to spend the whole day playing just to prove a point, you're out of your mind." She answered with a chuckle. But when she looked into his eyes, she saw that arrogant glimmer of his rival persona.

"I don't want to spend a whole night proving I'm better than you in a game, either. However ..." He finally put his right index up. Luring her full attention as he continued, "... With the right stakes, I think it will be worth the time."

"I'm listening." She arched her brow and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Its simple. You assign a piece of clothing to each piece ..." He started, but she cut him off with a snort of laughter, and a bit of disappointment in her voice, "Keep dreaming ..."

But then he cut her off with a confident tone in his voice, "Just let me finish, Wonder Woman. Pawns, for clothes. The backrow, you assign an act to each valuable piece." She listened to him, and the more he spoke, the more she realized his intentions. Such depraved and intricate proposals. She did not know how much he desired her. So much was revealed to her. And he wrapped it all in a perfect struggle for triumph. He did not want his victory easy, or uncontested.

He wanted to win her, but not before he conquered her mind. And what better way to do it than a simple game of chess.

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While the plot itself is simple, the idea can be rather unique in application. This is a game of strip chess and more, between two rivals. How to go on about it depends on how my partner is most comfortable with it. A quick game of chess, a long game of chess, or simply a discussion of a hypothetical game. All options are welcomed. What I truly want to explore here is the banter between the characters, and the potential risks they make with every move and what they lead to from an erotic angle.

The story can involve themes of Seduction, Exhibitionism, and any elements or level of content we agree upon.

Honest Intentions

 

Category: One Shot Possible Light to Possible Extreme

As a one shot idea, I expect this story to involve a confrontational scene. Fighters? Boxers? I anticipate this might be action packed to the brim. If you're interested, then please contact me with the your thoughts about this idea.

"Need A Ride?"

Category: One Shot Possible Light to Possible Bondage

I can go on any direction with this idea. This could be a shorter version of the above idea 'The Only Lead'. Less tame as the subject could be still suffering from amnesia and a foreign country is interested in procuring the subject and investigate his abilities. The lady is the agent meant to pick him up and hopefully bring him abroad before he can fully recover his memory. And he might take a lot of convincing.

Immortalizing Beauty


Linked due to the visuals being NSFW

Category: One Shot Possible Light to Possible Bondage

When I look at this idea, I imagine a powerful figure looking for a publicity stunt. Of course, nothing scandalous or outrageous. The photographer assigned for her new campaign could be discreet. perhaps its a one time thing where one succumb to the charms of the other. It wasn't in her schedule or agenda to take any nude photos. But maybe she was bold enough to ask for one just to know what it feels like to have her beauty immortalized. Or perhaps he'll suggest it, just to convince her how beautiful she is.

Name: Don't Tempt The Silence.   

Content: NC ( Light can be discussed ), Human. Possible bondage. ( Depends on discussion. )

Scenario: My character is a Mute , and a roommate to your character. They've been roommates for over a year. They developed a solid friendship. However your character is a bit on the playful side , finding pleasure in teasing the mute and keeping him hanging , even when he was engaged in another relationship. One day , he got back from a very bad day at work. He got dumped recently. And your character just comes and do her thing. Only this time , he had enough of it and he will show you not to tease him anymore.

Setting: Modern.

Requirements: A lady to play the role of the female roommate.

Other info: PM if interested.

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