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[desert ashes]

·· · written in the sand · ··

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favorite cravings

·· · favorite cravings
The following story elements, pairings, themes, and/or kinks are ones I'm presently craving and would like to plot for with interested parties.  I'm open for different avenues and ideas, whether it's something light and romantic, bondage, to non-con and darker themes. 

Bolded items are deeply desired and/or favored.   

Sexual Kinks & Themes ✦ Anal (receiving)  ✦ Blackmail ✦ Bondage ✦ Breeding      ✦ Corruption of Innocence      ✦ D/s ✦ Dark Romance ✦ Deflowering ✦ Domestic Discipline ✦ Manipulation ✦ Non-consensual to Romance    ✦ Obsession ✦ Possession ✦ Primal (Predator and Prey) ✦ Spanking ✦ Submission ✦ Sweet Romance ✦ Traditional Gender Roles ✦ Vanilla

Story Settings ✦ Modern ✦ Regency/Victorian ✦ 1920's - 1950's America                ✦ Mythical ✦ World Building ✦ Alternate realities Fairytales & Myths ✦ Sleeping Beauty ✦ The Little Mermaid ✦ Beauty and the Beast    ✦ Cinderella ✦ Little Red Riding Hood ✦ Eros / Psyche ✦ Hades / Persephone

Hard Limits These are absolute hard limits that I will not budge on.  For anything not listed as a favorite or here as a no, consider it open for discussion depending on the story.  ✦ anime/canon characters        ✦ blood play ✦ body alteration ✦ diapers/infantalism ✦ enemas ✦ gore ✦ vore ✦ name calling/degrading ✦ scat ✦ feet play

partners, styles, & preferences

·· · partners
I look for partners who take care with the written word but forgive lapses and can expect forgiveness in return.  However, I do not find enjoyment writing with someone who barely provides a few sentences -- feed my muse description and emotions, those little details that bring you into our secret world.  I enjoy reading detailed posts as much as I like writing them. 

I lean toward writing with those who enjoy and want to write dominant males, perhaps or usually even being dominant behind the scenes themselves, and am open to writing with Lords, Ladies, and/or Lieges.  We should be able to at least minimally plot and brainstorm together, though the better we creatively bounce ideas off each other usually equates to a more mutually enjoyed story. 

Most importantly, there should be writing chemistry between us, and both of us willing to speak up if the characters or story aren't being 'felt.' 

·· · messaging      
Please know that it sometimes takes me a while to respond to messages due to the various demands of life and am less likely to respond to anything not involving a potential or future story.  However, on a day where there is little but dust in the wind you may wish to find a muzzle for me.  Take your chances.  Story discussions can be through PMs or Discord.

·· · response times
Ideally, between same day and twenty-four hours.  This may extend to a couple days depending on the demands of life but partners will be informed if it takes more than 48 hours.   There are times when I'm available for "sessions" with partners, though they tend to happen more impromptu than planned due to the nature of life. 

Presently at odds with the muse is getting back into the full groove of "things."  Might need better floggers.

·· · length and style
Posts tend to range from 250-750 words while some posts (starting posts/first character posts, time lapse posts, etc) may extend up to 1,500 plus words.  My responses usually take queue from my partner and in general I give what I'm given. 

I prefer stories that are plot driven rather than wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, but on can and do enjoy "one shot" smutty scenes. While I have a deep fondness for romance, I happily participate in stories that aren't romantically driven. The stories I'm going to enjoy the most are the ones where my partner and I are able to plot together before and at times through the story as things come up or twists and turns take us this and that way.  That being said, I adore and enjoy stories that are purely character driven or have very light plotting done. (We've got a general idea of where it might go?  Maybe?)

·· · characters      
My character preference are females between 16 - 26 years old though may go older depending on the story and lean toward pairing with male characters that are at least 10 years older but no older than early 40's.  I typically play sexually submissive characters or relationships that do not include D/s.  Character images are not a requirement and I am open to using them if wished. 

·· · final notes
My stories are not on a first come, first served basis, and ideas may have alternate and concurrent versions running at the same time. 

♥ craved or deeply desired ~ arranged alphabetically

♥ ·· · A Brother’s Love · ·· tags: m/f, modern, incest, breeding, d/s,
A young woman goes to live with her older brother after their parents die and he starts to mold her into his companion and mistress.

Becoming the guardian to his sixteen-year-old sister hadn't been on the agenda nor something he ever anticipated to happen, just as much as he hadn't thought their parents would die in a freak accident... or that he'd find himself unbelievably attracted to and desiring his sister.  He started spending nights lusting and fantasizing about the innocent beauty and then began a descent into lesser morality as he sought ways to offer them both comfort – that's what he told himself – and give her the affection and love that she still so desperately needed.  Then he couldn't help but think about how the two of them could be – were – so well suited for each other, how her being there eased his lonely nights, as well.   

Soon the love he had for her was going so far beyond that of how a brother normally loves a sister and instead how a man can love a woman. 

·· · Seeking:     The older brother. 

· ·· Thoughts:   Open for discussion on development and including different kinks/themes, could possibly include D/s or pregnancy.   



♥ ·· · Commanding Starlight · ·· tags: m/f, modern, non-con, twisted romance, hollywood/stardom, d/s, discipline
A young starlet becomes involved with the one able to discipline and possibly tame her.


At the age of six she had her first taste of stardom, of the spotlight.  While playing on the beach with her grandmother she'd caught the attention of a well known photographer, enchanted by the pair's image, and soon plastered her face in a dozen of sessions.  He gave her the first key to what her life led to – auditions, tutors, a life beyond her expectations, and the discovery of a supernatural acting talent that would carry her forward for the rest of her life.  Ten years later she'd graced the silver screen over a dozen times and had already won her first high profile awards.  With her grandmother deceased, she made the break from her parents, overwhelmed by their greed and own ambitions, and started on the path of becoming a true Hollywood starlet. 

Now, at twenty-four, she had more than what could dream of and was still seen as a shooting star that seemed to hold no limits; there were homes across the globe, bookshelves filled with awards and commendations, bank accounts that seemed endless.  She'd become America's Sweetheart, the next living acting legend to walk among mortals, and still had decades – generations – of time to further leave her stamp on the world.

She had everything... and yet nothing.

Over the last six months she became uncharacteristically erratic and difficult.  Missed appointments.  Rumors of wild behaviors.  A stream of lovers and boyfriends.  A list of sixteen prior assistants had either quit or been fired, unable to keep up not only with the demands of her life but with the actress herself.  There would be years to go before her image truly faltered, before her actions forever banished her to the shadows.

Before damning herself from being the legend she was destined to be.

And then he came along.  He, and the discipline, the guidance – the firm hand – he knew she needed.

·· · Seeking:   Him.  He could be her new assistant, bodyguard, or someone within the industry who simply refuses to see her ruin everything she's done and what she's yet to become. 

· ·· Thoughts:   I'd like to include secreted D/s elements as well as what becomes a very public romance.  This can alternatively be played with her instead being in the music industry.



♥ ·· · The Masquerade·· ·· tags: non/dub-con, dark romance, drama, crime, D/s, modern or period
One night at a masquerade reveals a new obsession and pet.

Once a year in late summer a town along the southern Italian coast hosted its annual summer festival and midnight masquerade.  It was a day of cheer and fun, of children laughing and playing, families reconnecting, and those flimsy barriers between classes lowered.  Feuds may be forgotten for the day as the wine freely flowed from barrels and continued even at the start, and throughout, the highly anticipated masquerade.

As dusk fell musicians gathered and people reconvened, dressed in old, fanciful costumes and elaborate half masks, and let the festival and music carry them through the night.  More than one marriage announcement would come about the next day and plenty of new infants would scream into the world nine or ten months later, and often disputing lovers found themselves reconciled, in the throes of love once again. 

While it wasn’t necessarily a festival dedicated to Venus or Juno, many believed the Goddess definitely blessed the gaiety each year.

Freshly turned eighteen this was the first time her grandparents had allowed her to attend the masquerade alone.  Not that it hadn’t come with a great deal of worry on her grandmother’s part and a long string of warnings filled with concern, but for the first time she was going to be able to attend without curfew or escort.  Every summer she spent with her grandparents in the homeland, she dreamed of attending the masquerade and this year … this was it.  She didn’t anticipate romance or desire.  She just wanted to dance the night away, take sweet memories with her when she returned home and longed for another summer.

Not once did she anticipate meeting the tall stranger.  Obviously older than her by at least ten or fifteen years, the way he looked at her had the young woman trembling for the first time in her life.  She did dance that night… all of it in his arms as he spun a spell of desire and romance around them.  The next morning she woke in his arms, part of her innocence claimed by him, and soon discovered her entire life was about to change. 

The mystery man hadn’t just been a handsome local but a man of power who’d come to find a wife,  a young woman from a good Italian family, one proven as prolific with children, and loyal to family.  He found more than he bargained for: a young virgin he couldn’t get enough of, one who soon became his addiction, obsession, and his most prized pet.

·· · Seeking:   The male.  Initially pictured as a Don but open to suggestions.   



·· · craved tenuous ideas
incomplete, in progress, or evolving ideas

♥ ·· · One twin sister steps in for a company party when her sister is too sick to attend.  It should have been a quick and easy "masquerade," just doing some socializing, and instead she meets "him."  Unknown to her, her unexpected "Prince Charming" is the highly influential client that always gets what he wants, and he begins a strong pursuit after they spend an unforgettable night together, unaware of the unintended switch. 






·· · The Demon’s Siren · ·· tags: m/f, non-con, extreme, fantasy, mythical
An ancient demon bides his time until a siren comes of age.


For centuries he waited.  Every generation a new songstress stepped upon the Steps of Stars and sang out to the heavens to where he waited in the dark galaxy.  The people always thought the chosen songstress was to keep the Old God asleep, singing him a lullaby meant to soothe his soul.  They built a festival around the event performed every five years, offered up gifts that faded away to the Gods' domain.  Every five years as the songstress sang the sky faded from its bursts of golds and oranges, darkened with its sweep of glittering stars.  Every five years the people considered themselves blessed, knew the Old God had been sated once more. 

In truth he was a demon playing the long game, waiting for the day this old race produced a siren once more for it was only a siren's song that could release him from his temporal prison and fuel his slumbering powers.  It was a test of patience, waiting a near millennium until the fantastical voice reached him.

Two festivals ago she discovered she'd been chosen when the then Queen of Songs passed away just a few days after performing her last aria.  Her voice had stood out among the hundreds gathered, enchanting all that even heard but a whisper.  Almost immediately she and her family were moved to the capital where her education was taken over by the Council – focused, of course, on the history and songs that'd be required of her every five years.  She'd been so nervous that first festival, knowing the importance of her honored role and so worried that she would do something wrong, somehow mess up what hundreds before her had done without qualm. 
She almost thought she had, that first time. 

The sky had shone brighter than ever before and something deep within pulsed through her, pulled at her.  For such long minutes she'd stared transfixed on the sky and the God's temple far above, singing without consciousness, until finally the sky burst once more into darkness.  Had all the songstresses before felt that sway, that visceral pull?  She hadn't dared to say a word to anyone and instead dived into the journals of those that'd come before her, searching for something, anything, that could ease her mind.  There'd been no words of comfort and her nerves drew tighter when the dreams began, dreams of a dark figure that came to her in the night and whispered the promise of coming for her when it was time, when she was of time.

It didn't make sense until the second festival when she stood upon the Stairs of Stars, lifted her voice to the Old God, and found herself pulled up into the sky.

·· · Seeking:   Seeking the demon. 

· ·· Thoughts:   This was mostly inspired by the Doctor Who episode "The Rings of Akhaten."



·· · The Deslan Warrior · ·· tags: fantasy, world building, mythical, non-con, shapechangers

They used to be the guardians of the tribes, the ones sworn to defend and protect as all of their sacred and magical bloodline had before them.  Among the tribes the moon gifted were revered as near gods for their unmatched warrior skills, for the way they could move through the night and shadows; some could change their forms to that of any creature, others were gifted in other forms of magic; they lived longer than the average mortal and mated only with lesser descendants of their bloodline strewn throughout the tribes. 

For centuries the tribes counted on their protection, celebrated when another was born within the Deslan tribe, or a kinfolk was revealed among them.  The tribes were not immune to the tides of change, though, and as the bonds of peace began to break under the strain of new, ambitious chiefs, the Deslan looked and no longer could swear protection nor allowed themselves to be swayed to support one tribe over another.  As the drums of war sounded among the tribes, the Deslan withdrew into the shadows and secret areas high on the mountains never to be seen again.

As years passed the Deslan Tribe became nothing more than a fable, legends of old heroes and gods, tales that became bolder and taller as the centuries passed.  There was never mention of the random man or woman that would suddenly disappear throughout the years, especially as the event happened fewer and fewer. 

These were the same tales she had grown up with.  The ones she dreamed of -- dreams so vivid and real she could have sworn she had really been there.  Then again, Aiyana was different -- everyone in her tribe had known that since she was but a few summers of age.  One morning she had simply wandered off and after a day of searching, fearing for the worst, she was discovered playing with a small bear cub under the nearby watchful and unusually calm eye of its mother.  Even when Aiyana's father rushed forward to grab her, take her back into his safety, the mother bear did not threaten any -- not after Aiyana had cooed, clearly happy to see the man and not approaching any danger. 

From then on Aiyana was never seen without at least one animal companion and it was a few years later when the dire wolf first appeared.                                       

They met deep in the woods, deeper than she had ever gone before even with her companions, but she hadn't been afraid.  She'd never been afraid of the woods.  Her people thought she simply had a connection to animals, but she knew the truth -- she could speak with them, shared a link with them and the woods.  Often she dreamed of being the animals, morphing into them and experiencing a whole new world.  What she didn't know -- what the wolf did know, why he stayed so close to her as they grew -- was she was kin ... and she was destined for him.

As the summer came that he would finally reveal himself and bring his chosen mate back to the mountains, the drums of war began to beat again.  This was not a war the Deslan Tribe could ignore, though, and as one warrior goes forth to claim his destined mate, the fables come to life.  In the dawn of the new war, there was no time to prepare his mate for the new life he stole her into.

·· · Seeking:   The Deslan warrior.



·· · The Dreamer · ·· tags: light, bondage, non-con, modern fantasy, exotic, romance, intrigue
A Dreamer is discovered by another supernatural and sought for his own uses.

In a modern world of mortals and kinfolk, psychics and mages, vampires and shapeshifters, those who cling to the morals of humanity and those who use the world for playground, a rare type of being is born: a psychic dreamer. 

Once upon a time they were greatly numbered, until the full depths of their powers were realized, able to connect to another being in the world through their dreams, take them into their own, and once there, able to read their thoughts, manipulate ideas, emotions and thoughts, wants and desires that ultimately lead to actions; some of the more powerful dreamers were capable of dreaming into and shaping the future.  Despite the dreamers efforts to cling to the humane morals, their determination not to use their powers for ill use or gain, some were swayed, others coerced, or forced to use their powers for others -- if they didn't they faced death. 

The use of their powers caused supernatural and mortal wars, the rise and fall of empires, creators of destruction and chaos.  As their numbers dwindled the dreamers went further and deeper into hiding until it was thought they were extinct.  Now the elder dreamers give what help they can to the rare ones that come into the modern world, leaving the most important impression on them: the truth of their powers, of themselves, had to remain a secret.

The two dreams never should have connected -- they weren't meant to. 

The Dreamer often silently crept into the dreams of those around her, gained insight where it was most valuable, and sometimes gently encouraged the lonely and scared, the down trodden and those facing seemingly impossible crossroads.  It'd been by pure accident that the Dreamer had touched upon their dream, another supernatural who hadn't at first realized who this new image in his dream was.  By the time he woke, though, his thoughts had already started churning; when he dreamed next he sought her, reached for the image he had first seen.  It took a few more dreams, but then he knew for certain just who it was he was seeing: it wasn't a figment of his subconscious, it was a Dreamer.  From there it became the task of figuring out who she was in the real world and for a while he was able to keep her connecting to him in the dreams.

It wasn't until she started becoming wary and no longer trusted curiosity that she stopped the connection... except by then it was too late.  He knew who she was.  Now he just had to find her.

·· · Seeking:   Seeking the other supernatural. 

· ·· Thoughts:   I do have more of a "darker" feeling toward him, having plans to use her for his own purposes, but those plans could take on any shade.  Also open to other suggestions!




·· · tenuous ideas
incomplete, in progress, or evolving ideas

·· · The story begins the night of the Dance of Blossoms, a traditional annual dance celebrating and introducing young women coming of age and eligible for marriage/mating.  In a sense they are part on display, dancing for a crowd of men and Lords; during the dance men may stand signaling their choice of one of those dancing and may approach the head of household after to arrange for a marriage deal; some girls are there for the sake of appearance only, promises already secured by their fathers and intended.  If the King stands and is married at the time, he's electing to take an official mistress; if he is unmarried, he's choosing to take a new bride. 

This year the King stands and takes one whose heart belongs to another, her father already having given his blessing to her suitor.


·· · Babysitter forced/coerced into sexual relationship with the father or older brother (usually away for college/no longer lives at home).



·· · The country was in a time of need: the King had to marry and he had to do so for politics.  The chosen lady was foreign, but wealthy and connected and had been agreed upon by all that she would suit.  The treaties were drawn and signed and arrangements made, and with all good time the future Queen arrived -- with one of her younger sisters in tow to serve as one of her Ladies. 

Despite best intentions the King starts to fall for the younger sister while facing difficulties with a Queen that refuses to embrace her new home and country, much less their marriage bed.

Still debating how it could split off from there, if it goes down the path of dethroning her sister and taking the throne through various measures; a secret long term affair that gets seriously complicated, or protesting against him and it goes into more non-con territory.



·· · When a hunting engagement goes longer than necessary, the King and his companions are forced to seek shelter at the home of a minor Lord and old war time comrade.  They are naturally welcomed and given the best accommodations, the latter of which become a great deal more personable when the Lord's twin daughters are revealed.  Captivated and enchanted, the King brings them back to court with him to serve him more personally there. 



·· · Convicted criminal returns to his former girlfriend to discover she’s the mother of his child; remained possessive over her during his time in jail.  Initially went back to punish her for leaving him -- fear of his lifestyle -- and decides to reclaim her despite her objections.

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·· · Added "quick ideas" and "ready to start" portions.

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·· · Added A Brother's Love, Commanding Starlight, The Demon's Siren, The Dreamer

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·· · Added The Masquerade.