Cheating, Conniving Girls

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Welcome!

Well hello and thank you very much for stopping in to come and visit yet another thread, I promise you this certainly isn't the best one out there but it sure as hell won't be the worst either. (I hope)

So I might as well cover a little about me to kick things off and set a nice, lovely mood. Excuse the poor formatting, maybe I'll get around to making this look pretty and eloquent one day but I wouldn't bet on that.

I'm quite easy going and always down for a discussion about things, whether that be about themes, plots, world events, how my cat annoys me every single day… I don't mind at all. I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate and thoughtful person who is quite empathetic. So I'm always fond of having some OOC chatter alongside my writing partners. Though if you're more a private person that would like to remain more secretive that's fine too.

I've been writing for quite a while at this point. Am I the best or an expert that can recount a million words and all the elaborate meanings behind them or write out some bizarre story at the speed of Stephen King? Not a chance. But I do consider myself decent enough at writing and I am always looking to improve, try out some new things and get feedback on work and areas.

For some specifics when it comes to writing out a story, I'll usually go with third person, past or present tense. Post length is at times hard to measure, sometimes a specific point in a story will call for an abundance of paragraphs while sometimes maybe just a few, especially if it's focusing in on some dialog and inner monologues. For frequency, that's hard to measure as well. At times I'll be busy or need to find the mood. Typically it can be daily or every few days or it could fall onto once a week or so. I do only work with MxF pairings with myself playing the male or female roles. I thoroughly enjoy long term orientated stories with plenty of development.

For what interests me in a story, well I have to say I can be fairly diverse. I'm typically quite fond of modern settings with realistic themes but that doesn't mean I'm not game to try out some grandiose fantasy, whacky sci-fi, some odd supernatural or even fandoms. I'm happy with playing different types of characters and exploring different kinks, from some sweet romantic love tale to some dark and depraved events.

I do have to admit I have a certain affinity for more dark themed elements if I'm being honest. There's something oddly nice about exploring fucked up, toxic, broken characters. Quite an odd telling about me personally I guess aha. But I like themes of mental health, addictions, abuse, trauma, sexism, racism, classism, corruption, objectification, rape… I think that paints a pretty decent picture of my messed up mind but hey, I'm also down for other stuff as mentioned earlier!



In terms of things that make an ideal partner for me.

-Someone that is down to discuss and brainstorm a plot first before jumping in. I enjoy both of us taking the time to discuss things out and weave out a decent outline in which we are both happy, excited and comfortable with what we have talked about.

-Ideas! Similar to the point prior in a way but I'd like someone to come at me with scenarios, thoughts, themes and elements that they would love to incorporate. It's quite good with two enthusiastic people bouncing ideas off each other rather than one person doing all the work.

- Someone that is a coherent and a detailed enough writer. As mentioned, I'm no savant in the writing field and do this just as a hobby and for fun but am looking for someone that knows their way around the ins and outs of writing.

Kink List Link - F-list - Warning

The kink list is certainly not written in stone. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks you may have or want to focus on.

I am mainly craving some more dirty, behind the back, secretive, hold the moan cheating stories right now. Mostly either set in college or a cheating wife. I do love using Billie Eilish as a face claim.


I did just see the film Red Rocket and the general premise has me intrigued to do a RP on it. The idea is a former male porn star that’s older and has had a few issues and is a big narcissist and dick returns home to his old town. He reconnects with his ex wife and gets some money mainly by selling drugs to get by and then meets a young girl who he sees as being his ticket back into porn.

They start up a relationship of sorts and he’s thinking of all the ways she would make a great porn star even when realising she isn’t 18 yet. (This story would follow the site age rules)

"A Sweet College Girl Turned Cheating Slut"
A Sweet College Girl Turned Cheating Slut





Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.

Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.

So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.

As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.

At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?

Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.


Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)



"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"

Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.

*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*

"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.

Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"

"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.







Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement.  "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it!  I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers.  "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on  and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone.  There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.

"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap.  As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.

"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses.  She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting.  "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"

She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down.  Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.






"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.

"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.

She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.

She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.

She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.

"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.


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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)

The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.

They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.

Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.

Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.

But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!




“Yeah, yeah I know.” Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn’t the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.

Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn’t an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.

But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren’t exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn’t exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.

Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!

So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.

“Well we can see about next weekend if that’s when the next party is.” Billie told her. “Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time.” She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.

“I’m sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we’d look at going to a party next weekend.” She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.




Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.

But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.

"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.

The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....

And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.

Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.

Or under him.

"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.




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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.



Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.

Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.

I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.

Some random scene ideas

- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him

- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room


"Rose Garden Filled With Thorns"
Kylie Cameron stepped from the limo and smiled that trademark smile at the flashes of camera's and the pap's who always seemed to yell out the same questions every time she appeared someplace... but it came with the territory and at 25, she had already had a career that spanned more than 20 years. From the 3 year old darling in a sitcom, through Disney's productions at 11 before getting her own iconic show at 16, she had been the sex symbol of a generation of teenage boys and some girls for a 4 season run of Tuesday's Troubles, awards and more exposure than you could shake a stick at. Her marriage at 20 to a man 17 years her senior had been a bit of a contraversery, but she still smiled and even wiggled her fingers at one of the women that she had done an interview with a couple of months before about her plans for the future and whether she would match her mother someday on the silver screen. Kylie had perfected a clothing line, cosmetics and even wrote a book that hit the best seller list from the start; she had more than enough money coming in that she didn't have to work another day of her life if she decided to do that. Not that she planned to retire anytime soon. She was still a hot commodity and she intended to make the most of it.

So, she smiled and strolled up the red carpet... fuming inside with enough heat to fuel half of Hollywood. Her husband, a man who she felt... something for one minute and hated the next. Her husband of 5 years and she were suppose to be a happily married couple and these appearances were suppose to support that image. But Blain, her husband had called her less than an hour before they were due to go to the premier of her mother's newest film and he was running late; he would meet her there. She would lay odds that he was screwing that little 18 year old assistant that he had hired a few weeks before. Blaine was nothing if not persuasive when it came to getting into women's panties; she should know... he had done it to her as well. "Where are you, you bastard!" she swore under her breath  and walked up the red carpet. There would be weeks of questions about their breakup, a separation or even a divorce until they appeared again as a couple... and who got the questions? Not Blaine!

Kylis lightly ran her hand over the silken material of the dress that she wore for the big event. She had put her raven hair into an up-do to leave her shoulders bare in the strapless black number that hugged her D-cupped breasts and slender waist... and did wonders for her ass before it stopped just 3 inches above the stocking clad knees and, of course, the slingback heels that everyone expected to see. Her deep brown eyes scanned the people ahead of her and her smile grew warm and sincere as she spotted the next heart-throb of the big screen. She wondered if he was involved with anyone... she wouldn't mind keeping him company for the next 3 weeks of filming for Law And Order. She had, of course, met him months before when he had started filming the movie with her mother and tonight, the movie would be viewed for the first time.

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"Hey Kylie" she heard a voice approach behind her, just before turning to see the handsome supporting actor of the film she was about to see, Jonathan Crow. Crow was thirty five and in line to be the heir to the legacy of George Clooney. Preternaturally handsome, with no sign of aging anything but gracefully, the man was single, a commodity in Hollywood, and an unquestionable leading man for decades to come. Her eyes smiled as broadly as her mouth as she turned to say hello. No sooner had she done so, he greeted her with a warm, simply friendly hug and kiss upon her cheek.

"Hey Jon," she said.

"Where is Blaine?" he asked, away from the ears of any paparazzo at the distant photography line, leaving them only to fill in the imaginary, flirtatious conversation they conjured up and wanted to report. While they would be wrong, they actually wouldn't be far off. She certainly wondered if Jon Crow was available at the moment and would not mind finding out.

"He's on his way," she said. "He had some late work that kept him." The movie star with her stood a moment and offered his arm to escort her into the premiere.

"Well let's go inside," he said. She smiled again and took his arm, walking in with him, then quickly outside the eyes of any media, again leaving them to create a narrative of their choice. A while later, shortly before the movie was set to begin, as she mingled with Crow and others, including her mother, wine in hand, she saw her husband sneak through the entrance nearly undetected, finally ready to be by her side. As he did, she released Crow's hand, hoping he hadn't seen it. She didn't want to have the fight now, if she could avoid it.



"There you are," she said, clearly annoyed, but where nobody could hear, as he approached. "Where have you been?"

Blaine Kennedy gave an annoyed scowl toward his wife upon hearing her words. He knew exactly the arrow to fire from his quiver.

"The Markets are always working and never outgrow their usefulness," he said as he kissed her cheek so as only she could hear. He pulled back with a wry grin, looking proud of his wife for the crowds, while beaming only at the free and easy shot he had taken. He had grown wealthy on Wall Street years ago, first at Goldman, then replacing Jamie Dimon at JP Morgan. Having excelled at banking and finance at a young age gave him the freedom to pursue other pursuits and one of those had been the creation of an investment group that sought to bring an NFL team to Los Angeles. While he had always been an east coast guy, the warm weather and beautiful women of California suited him, and he had made the golden state his home when he was thirty. It was there, however, that he had first met Steven Frates, an angel investor in a number of tech startups in San Francisco, whose owners and CEOs Blaine coveted for their business. Soon, he had struck a friendship with Frates, who later introduced him to a number of the West coast elite, including many who found their way to Frates' Gatsby style parties in the hills over L.A. It was at one such party that Blaine had first noticed the golden skinned girl with the firm body and tight build - Kylie Cameron, with whose work he had been unfamiliar , never having kids of his own to inform him of her popular appeal. Making a swift introduction, he learned she was the daughter of an incredibly famous actress, and though Kylie was only twenty, he found her ever more appealing. Weeks later, he asked Frates for a number and, while at first hesitant, the financier set them up on a first get together which all involved hesitated to call a date. A quick and raging year later, they were married in a small, private ceremony in Aspen.

"It's not like you were having problems finding company," he nodded toward Jon Crow.

"Fuck you, Blaine," she replied as he stepped past her and toward the bar, where he ordered an Old Fashioned with Rye whiskey. She watched him move away before turning back and walking toward a group where her mother now stood. Blaine got his drink and turned with a coy smirk to look over the gathered crowd. Hollywood was never his scene, certainly more for his wife. Years ago, she had been a shark in these waters, the fierce, dangerous creature everyone sought to contain, though none could. He had never tamed her himself, though the dark nights overlooking magnificent views and vistas as he pistoned in and out of her tiny body in an effort to do so were as close as any had seemingly come.  He enjoyed the tabloid attention a bit, but Kylie had eaten it up, playing to it as much as possible, and he grew to resent it when she quit working steadily, instead hamming for the cameras in New York, Las Vegas, London, Rio, and anywhere else she could spend his money and waste her own time.

He stepped from the bar, then listened as the studio attendants began ushering people into the theater. He noticed a cute attendant, perhaps no more than twenty, standing near the entrance and cast a wink in her direction as he sipped from his drink. He turned to look over his shoulder and quickly made eyes with Kylie, arms crossed and head cocked as if asking him if he seriously dared to disrespect her in front of these people. He shrugged and finished his drink before clenching his jaw and walking toward her, offering his arm to go into the movie.

"Shall we?" He asked in monotone. Kylie looked at him for a moment in silence. Then, she opened her crossed arms, placing one inside his own.

"Don't act like I don't know," she said. He raised his eyebrows.

"Don't act like you're not a whore, either," came his pointed response. Knowing they would step along a windowed corrider where the photographers outside would see, the girl put on a grin as if he had said the most delightful thing ever while they walked past the cameras lenses. She was a pro at making things seem perfect.

"Don't even think about staying in the apartment tonight," She responded, maintaining her grin.

"One of us should," he said, jabbing her again, referencing the opportunity she might have with Jon Crow, or perhaps another. She smirked at him, begrudgingly impressed and also holding down a fury just beneath the surface. As they stepped into the theater, she unclasped his hand and stepped down the aisles away from him, intending in no way to sit with him any longer than necessary. He swatted her ass playfully in the dark, finding it remarkable still just how firm it was and how much he liked it even though he often couldn't stand his wife. She was still good for something. She turned with a slight start before continuing on her way.

"Don't even think about that either," was all she said before joining her mother and friends in a row to itself as the opening credits rolled. Blaine walked up the stairs, in the opposite direction, giving no response. He would save it for the room later and see what she said then.

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An old prompt of mine that I wouldn't mind exploring again.

Wanting the ups and downs of a couple in the limelight as they love/hate each other throughout their lives and go on escapades by cheating with numerous other people. Thinking of having more focus on Kylie's endeavours in general, also thinking that she might try to launch her career back into acting and such.


"The Bratty Socialite "

Ariana Kellers sat on the floor in front of the mirror, doing her makeup. The music was blasting loudly and next to her she had her friend Victoria, who was taking a break from doing her makeup to refill both their glasses with vodka. They were already a little intoxicated, but Ariana miraculously managed to do a good job with her make up. She put the mascara back in her make up bag and leaned back a little, her palms pressed into the floor, watching her job as she made a few faces to herself in the mirror, trying to look sexy.

"Do you think this is too much?" she asked Vicki, glancing at her in the mirror as she ran a hand down her side of the short, tight yellow dress she wore. To make it a little more casual she wore a pair of white air forces.

Vicki looked at her with a smirk, letting her eyes run down Ari's body. "Nah, you're good," she assured her.

"You sure?" Ariana said, leaning back a little more to lift one leg up a little, the movement exposing the red thong that was the only underwear she wore. They both burst out laughing. "Girl, I'll cheers to that," Vicki said and they lifted their glasses.

Truth be told, Ariana had only befriended Vicki because of her connections, but she actually enjoyed her company as well as the benefits of Camille's network. Like tonight, they were going to a party where Victoria had gotten them invited to a party at LeBron James's(!) house.

It would be embarrassing to say out loud, but this was exactly the reason why Ariana had moved to LA. Back home in New York she'd enjoyed the attention of the tabloids a little as a partying socialite, not exactly making her parents proud, but she'd found how much she loved the attention. So here she was, pursuing the sweet life of fortune and fame as an aspiring actress and model. Already she'd starred in a Netflix movie that had actually been a bit successful, but right now she wasn't getting a lot of call backs from auditions.

So she'd come up with a different plan to reach her goal. She needed nothing more than to get the LA tabloids to write about her. That's why this party wasn't only pleasure to Ariana, it was business.

The pair arrived in an Uber and walked up to the huge mansion that seemed to be booming with people judging from the loud music and buzzing sound of drunk people talking. Vicki turned back and mimed so hot, at Ariana once they'd been greeted by the host himself. Ari bit her lip and nodded chuckling, then mimed back the same two words.

By the hand, Victoria led her to the dance floor immediately where they found a few of Victoria's friends. The two were already a little drunk and danced up to them, giving them hugs, before they started dancing. Over the music, Ariana kept a conversation as her hips swayed with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Scanning the room, she checked out the people present. There were a lot of famous or semi famous people there. Actors, models, you name it. Nearby a group of NBA players stood, and Ariana could name most of them. She did her homework, all right?

Just as she locked eyes with one of them, her girlfriends almost screamed as the music changed to a song they loved. Ariana chuckled, also pumped for killing the dance floor to the song. She didn't lose eye contact just yet though. "Hey, sleeves," she called at the tatted one of them, even though she was well aware that his name was Tyson Betts, "catch!" She threw him her handbag to hold, giving him a wink before turning towards her friends to dance unrestricted by her bag. And hopefully with the attention of the new up and coming star of The Suns.

And dance they did. Ariana knew how to move and it was almost obvious that the group were all actresses, because they were for sure putting on a show.




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So I guess overall what I'd mainly like for the socialite bratty type girl and her adventures in the life of glitz and glamour. I’d like for her to strive towards being famous, to being a bit star, of wanting success and in the story we can show ways she can try and get to that.  Plenty of options and I'm open to hearing more!

I think she'll be hungry and eager for more fame, to move up in the world and do whatever it takes.



"Creating a Hot Wife or a Cheating Whore?"

Billie glanced at her husband in the mirror of the dressing table and chewed her lower lip before she applied the red lipstick to her full lips. He was, to put it simply, the love of her life and she knew that he felt the same for her. Which had made it even more difficult to tell him that the last year had not been as fulfilling for her as it once had; that she had been faking it for so long to save his feelings. All in all, he had taken it fairly well, she thought; but it had still not been a pleasant conversation for either of them.

She rose from the little table and smiled up at him as she turned to face him. "How do I look?" she asked self consciously

Will gave her a little wolf whistle and clapped his hands teasingly, "Like a million bucks, Sweetheart." He paused and met her eyes, "Are you sure that you want to go through with this? It's not too late to back out." He offered in a softer tone. True, they had tried everything else that they could think of and had even seen a therapist, but nothing had worked. In desperation, he had suggested this.

That evening nearly 3 months earlier still haunted him. The evening that he and Billie had sat down at the kitchen table and she had finally told him what was wrong, what had put such a strain on their relationship.

"Will…" Billie had started out hesitantly and glanced down at her hands in her lap, "I can't keep doing this… can't keep making a lie out of what we have and I know this is going to hurt you… but I have to say it anyway." She had looked pleadingly up into his eyes, took a deep breath and as if it were a band aid best ripped off suddenly, she spoke as quickly as she could, "When we make love" her eyes dropped in shame, "-I can't climax. anymore."

The tears began to flow down her cheeks as she confessed the secret that was tearing her, and them apart, "I haven't been able to for months…"

She had continued to speak through his shock, his shame at not giving her something she deserved simply as his lover, his true love.

She loved him, but she had to do something for herself before she lost him to the increasingly common arguments and fights that had become more common the longer they were together. Will had immediately agreed that they needed to find a solution.

The first step had been to try to add spice to their lovemaking and while she could climax from his fingers, or his tongue, they weren't the same as when he was inside of her and it was little better than her own fingers after he had rolled over and gone to sleep. Finally, they had quietly sought out a marriage counselor. Even after weeks of counseling and trying everything she could think of, they were faced with what was about to happen tonight as the last resort option. Will hadn't been thrilled, but had made his decision to bring someone else into their bed.

Billie shook her head slowly, "The doctor thinks this may work and I don't know what else to do, Will… if this doesn't work, I-I…" she couldn't continue and merely shook her head. "When is Dan supposed to arrive?"

At that moment, the doorbell rang and Will chuckled, "Any second now."

With obvious reluctance, he walked down the stairs to greet and let their visitor in. Dan was a good looking and fit man who had been eyeing Billie for a while now. He had been friends of Will's since college and they even worked together now… so he was the man that they had chosen to bring into their bed in the hope that a threesome might spark things enough to help resolve their problem. "Hi Dan, come in, Billie will be down in a minute."

Dan grinned and nearly bounced on the balls of his feet as he strolled in and glanced up the stairs for a brief moment before he turned his attention to Will, "You sure you want to watch me fu-have sex with Billie, Will? I mean, I'm not turning down that ass, but, well, you know…" he winked as she appeared in the black nightie she had selected for the occasion.

"Hi Dan, come on up…We'll try to keep things casual, ok?" She was as nervous as Will but a lot more excited. Billie was a number of years younger than her husband and also had a very sexual and wild upbringing in her school and college years. She didn't exactly tell her husband all the slutty things she had done since it made him a bit uncomfortable.

But more and more lately she had missed those wild times, she thought settling down with Will would stop those ways but maybe this quick little fix would soothe those desires

Three hours later, Will sat in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey before him as he heard Billie scream again from upstairs. The threesome had lasted all of 10 minutes before she had seemingly totally forgotten that he was in the room; Will wasn’t even sure if she realized that he had left to listen to her shout obscenities, scream and yell out “Yes! God Yes!” at least half a dozen times, the last one, just a couple of minutes before, had been “Oh God!yes Fuck my ass!” It hadn't  helped Will’s sense of masculinity that Dan had turned out to be bigger than he was and she had, apparently, let him do something she had refused Will for all the years that they had been together; her ass.

Twenty minutes later, dan came ddown, whistling and without a second look, left. Not long afterward, Billie called for him in a dazed tone and he had climbed up the stairs. His wife was naked, slumped on her crossed forearms; her bare ass upturned with red palm prints decorating her cheeks. “I’m sorry Honey.” She said breathlessly, “I feel horrible about forgetting about you.” But, it had been the next thing that she had said that truly stunned him... "I want to try it again."

True, he had gotten an erection at seeing her, his loving wife, taken by another man, but could he stand to do this again?


"College Makes a Good Girl Go Bad"
“I can’t believe it’s been three months already,” Billie said to the camera, smiling warmly. On the screen, her boyfriend let out a laugh.


“Almost halfway through the year.” Tyler said in response. The blond young man looked just like she remembered him, skinny, bright eyed, with brown eyes behind his glasses. “So when are you going to come visit me?”

“Soon,” she promised. “As soon as school calms down enough. And it’s kinda expensive to get tickets. You shouldn’t have moved all the way to the East Coast!” She teased.

Tyler laughed, but she felt a little pang anyway. He looked off camera for a moment, then back to her. “I gotta go, I have loads of homework tonight.”

“Of course you do, you big nerd,” she said, and laughed. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said back, and then the call ended. Billie stared at the screen for a few minutes longer, feeling pangs of longing, and other needs.

Three months. Three months in college. She had gone to school in California, just a couple hours from their hometown. Tyler, though… they had been high school sweethearts, and she loved him. But he’d taken a college offer for MIT. He was super smart, and she was so proud of him. He’d gotten a scholarship to MIT. But now he was all the way in Massachusetts, and she missed him. With the time difference and how much work he was doing it felt like she barely even got to talk to him. It sucked.

They’d been together for two years. She’d taken his virginity, fumbling around as teenagers. Now she was nineteen, away at college for the first time, and Tyler wasn’t there with her. He was always insanely smart, and she wasn’t really surprised that he’d gotten into such an incredible school, while she was in a generic CSU. But it still hurt, a lot. The day he’d told her where he was going she had been so happy for him, but the reality of the situation settled in on her like a weight.

    She didn’t have much time to sulk alone, though. A few moments later her roommate bounced into her room. Lexi was a freshman, too, and she was, in many ways, Billie’s opposite. Petite and blonde, outgoing and bubbly, and often excited about things. She had definitely been enjoying the new freedoms she had found here, even though their college was in her hometown she had moved out of her family’s place as soon as possible.

    “Billie!” She practically cheered. “Please tell me you’re not doing homework tonight”

    The dark-haired girl shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I have a paper due next week-”

    Lexi cut her off. “Then you have plenty of time to work on it. Come on! The football team won a big game tonight and there’s a party over at Dave’s place.” Dave was a junior, a fratboy over at Delta Xi, and a total party animal. They’d throw an event for any reason, and Lexi would usually be over there, often getting drunk and fucking him loudly in his room during the party. Billie didn’t like him much. He always spent a long time staring at her, even though she wore baggy clothes to try to hide her curves. The parties were even worse. Lots of drunk idiots.

    “I don’t know, Lexi,” she responded. “It’s not really my scene. Besides, I think I’m just kinda down about Tyler. I miss him, you know?”

    Lexi had to work hard not to roll her eyes. Tyler. They chatted all the fucking time, and it was so gross. They got into fights and Billie got all stressed and mopey for days, then they’d make up and it would be just as bad. She rested her hand on Billie’s shoulder. “Then I think this will be good for you! Just some loud music and dancing and playing drinking games. Come on. For me, just this once? If you hate it, I won’t drag you to another one, I promise!”

    Billie had to think about that for a moment. It didn’t seem like she’d have fun. But it would give her an excuse not to go to any more, if Lexi held to her promise. Which she probably wouldn’t. But another Friday night at home watching netflix - or porn - didn’t really sound any better. Her mind took a long moment but she finally spoke.

    “Okay, sure. Let’s try it.” Lexi’s face lit up, but as she opened her mouth Billie raised a finger warningly. “But I’m not dressing up for it! Not a chance.” Lexi pouted, but the pout still turned into a smile as she raced out of her roommate’s room.



So lately I've been really in the mood for a young girl being corrupted and becoming more free and wild along with a bunch of cheating. So this is a prompt within the realm of that which she will become more and more open to things and grow into a slut and get up to plenty of fun adventures through the campus.

Also down for different spins on it, just craving a college setting and similar themes right now.


"Anything Baby?"

“You know...” she says, “I don’t know that you’re taking full advantage of what I said to you that one time” then she slides her lips over her boyfriends cock, all the way down to the base, letting it push past her tonsils, not even coming close to gagging.

Andrew stares down at her and smiles. It feels amazing. “What’s that?”

She pulls off, strands of saliva stretching back to her tongue “that I’m willing to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I’m into all the anal you want. But when I said ‘anything’ I meant ‘anything.’ I feel like there’s shit you want to do that you’re afraid to suggest.”

Is she teasing him? Psychologically and physically as she jerks and licks his dick.

She goes on “I mean, everyone has fantasies. Crazy fantasies. Wild fantasies. Disgusting fantasies. You can tell them to me. I’m game. I’m into it. I promise.”

Andrew smile as she bobs down on his meat again. It’s always the cute ones you’ve got to watch out for.

And when she pulls off she goads him again “C’mon. What is it that you want to do? Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. Don’t worry how I’ll react.” She licks her lips “I’m telling you how I’ll react. I’ll do it.”

So, okay, Andrew decide to give her what she’s asking for.


Even though she told him she would agree to anything, it was naturally still difficult to work up the courage to admit what you truly wanted. Looking into the face of the girl you loved and saying you wanted her to be with another man, it couldn't have been what she'd expect to hear. After a massive gulp and a long sigh, he takes the leap.

"I want you to be used by other men," Andrew finally says. Time seemed frozen as he waited for her reaction, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. For Billie to call him a weirdo, ask why he could possibly want that. Why hs'd ever let another man be with his woman.

Instead of being confused or upset though, a smile crept across her face.

"I am sooooo fuckin down for that," she said, and Andrew could barely believe your ears.

"I mean I love fucking you and I love your cock, you're the biggest and best I've had and nobody can compete with you babe, but it would be so hot to fuck someone new with you knowing all about it!"

Billie looked so sweet and innocent, and when she had her body covered and was dressed modestly you'd think she was the most pure woman you'd ever seen. Who knew such a voracious perverted woman she truly was under the surface.

"Fuck I love you so much babe," Andrew blurted out, delighted at how accepting she was being. She said it back and her naked body inched just a little closer, kissing you for a few seconds before pulling back.

"Ohhh this is exciting!" Billie said, bouncing up and down on the bed. She looked like an eager kid on Christmas morning, anxious to tear into their presents.

"Who do you want me to get fucked by first?"

Andrew didn't think she'd ever actually agree to this, so his brain began to overload with possibilities.

He was were sure she had fellow classmates who lusted after her, or fellow teachers. You'd caught a few friends of yours checking her out on more than one occasion. Your roommate has made no effort to hide his intense affection for her. You could introduce Billie to your family, there's no doubt that your younger brother or your father would jump at the chance to pound your girlfriend's tight snatch. Hell, you could give your grandfather an amazing thrill! Billie probably had a few exes who would love it, or friends who could be easily convinced. How far could you push things, would Carrie be willing to fuck your old bully? Complete strangers? Assholes she positively despises? The possibilities were endless!
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"Oh my god..." Andrew said in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She agreed to his request.

He couldn't begin to remember just how many times he'd fantasized about seeing her with another man. He did everything he could to hide that desire from her, but he finally managed to say it, and he could not hide his enthusiasm at her response.

"Who to go for first?" He said, talking almost to himself, as his mind raced through the possibilities of people he'd like to see her with. The sheer amount of possibilities excited him to no end, as he almost could not contain his excitement.

He finally looks back at his girlfriend. Seeing her be willing to do this for him solidified the idea that she is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. He had no idea how he even managed to land her, but he knew right away that she is simply the best. And her enthusiastic agreement only solidified that in his mind.

"How about..." He starts saying before pausing to think for a second. He wanted his first time seeing her with another man to be as relaxed as possible. No pressure, no stress, nothing too serious, just simply harmless fun. Although he had a few idea, he quickly decided it would be for the best to go with a complete stranger. That way there is as little pressure as possible. And he knew exactly where to go to find what he was looking for.

"How about The Starlight? We can pick someone from there to start out with? Just easy fun, no issues afterwards?" He suggested The Starlight, which was the local bar, to her. He went a few times before so he had an idea of what it was like, and the kind of clientele that was there. It seemed like an easy first choice to him.

"Tonight or tomorrow maybe?" He did his best to hide his eagerness, and to not sound like a child asking his parents for icecream. A whole world of possibilities was suddenly opened to him.

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Billie was a year younger than Andrew and also a year behind in college to him but she was quite smitten with him after only dating him for a few months. The pair of them had already moved quite fast for such a young couple. Drew was very sweet, thoughtful and romantic like no others had been to her. He was a fairly satisfying fuck and what made it even better was when he was attempting to indulge in her kinks which always brought a big smile to her face whenever he did. Though he always was rather satisfied by them, like what guy didn't love blowing his load all over a girls face.

It was fun, being in a relationship where she was now more comfortable with who she was in life as a person now and being able to share that with someone she loved. She hadn't really dated too much since coming into college, instead focusing on her studies first and foremost, she did have a few one night stands and flings from time to time but nothing until Drew came along and swooped her up.

So when Billie heard her boyfriend had a new fantasy, she was as always eager to find out, mind racing to what revelation she was going to find out this time. But when she heard what he had in mind, she was a little shocked. He wanted her to fuck other men!? They hadn't even discussed a threesome or anything, he just wanted to share her.

She let out her excitement to him, agreeing fast and already had her mind racing on possibilities. Drew gave her a run down, thinking about the possibilities which he seemed to have a few in mind, like he had been picturing her with a fair amount of others already.

Seeing his excitement fueld her own as well. Tonight or tomorrow, that was so close that her excitement and nerves started to bubble up within her. "Yes baby, that sounds good." She beamed with excitement.

"So you want some random man, to fuck me and use me" Billie’s reply was with no emotion or hint of her fellings towards your request. "why a stranger then?" she added on, raising an eyebrow at Drew but had a playful smile attached, just wanting to hear what was on his mind.

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Really a lot of ways this can go but would love it to be fun at first but then the girlfriend gets swept up in guys that thoroughly outperform her boyfriend. Names, details and all that subject to change as well. Open to twists and different ideas for this.

But for a rough outline for the story.

I think the boyfriend is average looking, average in bed, and nothing too over the top. While the girlfriend is very loving, playful, and a bit out of his league. They have a great relationship, but when the BF suggests that he wants her to get used by other men, things slowly change.

Things start out fun for them both. Maybe she fucks a stranger to start out. They all love it, and it's exactly what they all thought it would be. But then, BF starts to push her more and more, telling her to let someone she absolutely hates use her? I think that's when things would slowly start to change. Maybe she goes into that scenario thinking it will not be as fun as the first times she's done this, but she finds herself actually really enjoying a better man in bed, with an enemy?

Also, we could explore whe she starts to enjoy humiliting her boyfriend? Like instead of him always picking the guy, maybe she picks HIS boss/ rival/ bully who is much better? Maybe BF starts to have reservations about all of this, thinking it would be a fun and lighthearted thing to do to expand their sex life, but now he sees that he's losing the girl that he fell in love with, and she's changing?

What happens if she gets ruthlessly fucked by a well-hung black man? Is she lost forever now?

I think that's the way I want things to play out, he has it as an odd kink and thinks it could be quite fun to play out. She's very free will and sexual but thinks it's a little odd at first but down to try it and before she knows it she's loving it and being railed and fucked to levels that her boyfriend just can't compare to at all.

I love going from they plan it out or he more so does to she starts doing things on her own accord. Perhaps even going from being quite honest about things to keeping things from him, to fucking who ever she wants.

I also love having her hate fuck someone and was thinking that could be the boyfriend's roommate that's always been a pervy dick towards her.

Character ideas ~

Stranger
Room-mate.
Boyfriends Boss
Boyfriends old bully
Boyfriends Brother or Dad
Teacher
An ex
'Work Husband'
Boyfriends friend
Nerdy classmate
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"Bad Girl"

As usual, Billie left the school building much more speedily, than she had entered it.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.

It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.

On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.

The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".

Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.

Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.

So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.

Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn’t want to but she needed that class to graduate.

She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. “Hey.” She opened the door and got in. “It was fine.” She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn’t stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that’s why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.

She couldn’t wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn’t sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn’t have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. “Your place?” She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn’t talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.

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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.



"Damaged Town"

In truth, Liam had grown a little bored with the party not long after he had gotten there. The music was loud but it was the typical music that one heard at such parties and he didn’t feel like dancing to the typical generic pop that was on. Most of the people there were already drunk and acting stupid, trying to get into fights, daring people to drink more, trying to find a girl to fuck. Which made sense at most parties, it was a party filled with mostly high schoolers and that made his job of selling them drugs all the more easier. In truth the only thing that did appeal in the house was the vast quantities of alcohol that had been put out and the fine young women that were catching his eye. He wasn't sure what number of drinks he was up to now, carrying around an expensive bottle of whiskey that he had taken from some kid that was so wasted out of his mind he didn't even notice. He was making his way through the house, simply observing the people around him. He noticed that people outside had got the fire pit started up.

He had lost his friends early on in the night. Coming to this party had been their idea, though most nights Liam found himself enjoying the nightlife in the south side of town. For him and his mates it was all about slumming, Something about lowering themselves to a social level that they viewed as lower than even them, drinking with them, and otherwise making fools of themselves seemed to satisfy something in them that they perceived as unfulfilled, as though rebelling against the usual norms and expectations by acting as such was a missing piece to a puzzle for them.

For Liam however it was a bit complex. He wasn’t sure if he was looking to fill some incomplete part of himself. Or if he was purely addicted to this lifestyle now, the drinking, the drugs, the money and the girls. He enjoyed it. At places like this, no one really knew him or his past, or anything about him really… he was free to be wild and do whatever he wanted. Things were a lot less complicated when he was doing this stuff.

The night was just cool enough to be comfortable with his attire. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans that had multiple rips through them, a regular black t-shirt that fitted tightly enough to showcase his lean and muscular frame while also showing his tattooed arms. A thick pair of black combat boots were also worn, giving his already tall frame a couple more inches. He had a nostril ring piercing along with his ears gauged but not to an extreme size, the jewellery also was in black, suiting his entire aesthetic.

He made his way outside for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He knew it was a bad habit but in truth… he didn’t care enough not to do it. His entire life was one big bad habit.

He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was kept in place in his slicked back undercut before he pulled a lighter from his pocket, he lit the cigarette as he approached the fire, standing over it, feeling the heat of the flames against his face as he took a drag from the cigarette and let out the smoke before looking over at one of the girls that was sitting there which he gave a soft smile, noticing her colourfully dyed hair.

"Enjoying your night?" He asked.

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Billie was not born into an easy life. She was a trailer park girl growing up that moved more frequently than she remember since she was a little girl. Little did she know that was generally due to her Dad constantly relocating to evade the police. He was a marijuana grower by trade, and he made a great amount of money selling it to street dealers who did the foot work for him. That would all drastically change one night when her dad finally got busted, and after getting a lengthy sentencing based on how many plants were found and various other charges that were stacked up..off to prison he went. She was about 6 when they took him, and she had not seen him since.

Her mother wasn't exactly that much better. She cared and looked out for Billie, but she also got caught up in her bi-polar disorder and chasing dick more than she chased a stable environment for her daughter. It was far too frequently that Billie would be taking care of herself by the age of 8 when her mother was either working her late night waitressing job or when her mom would get too drunk and high...passing out and leaving  Billie to fend for herself. She was growing up fast....way too fast for her personality and brain to develop in the way it probably should have. To make matters worse, she was gorgeous, and the types of men her mother attracted were not always the greatest of people. Sure, her mom would meet a few decent guys that showed Billie how to take care of herself a little better, but those were far and few between and her mom's relationships never lasted. The good guys her mom met left an impression, but it was the bad ones that would overshadow and develop Billie's personality.

She lost her virginity to one of her moms boyfriends one late night when he was drunk and her mom was passed out, and it was definitely not a consensual thing. She was almost 11 when she was deflowered, her cries and squeals falling on deaf ears of her mom that was completely passed out in the next room. Billie cried herself to sleep that night, and it wouldn't be the last time she was violated. Her mom did find out rather quickly about what her then boyfriend did to her daughter, and he was promptly broken up with, but nothing else was done about it. The man just got away with it when her mom never reported anything and just told Billie to keep it to herself for fear of police getting involved in their life again.

It wouldn't be the last time though her mom would bring some lowlife home that would hang around for a while. On several more occasions  Billie  was violated once mommy was passed out again, and eventually Billie just started keeping her mouth shut about it. Subconsciously the sexual abuse, the physical abuse, the lack of supervision, the desperation for real attention and the inherited bi-polar disorder was shaping Billie into a confused messed up teenager. By 14 she had already had sex with a few men, all of them too old for her. It was during those years that one of her moms recent ex-boyfriends would come over to the trailer at night to watch porn with her...and have sex. This guy had a thing for cumshots, and with his young impressionable toy he found in his ex-girlfriends daughter, it wasn't too hard to train her into a facial taker and a cum swallower. Between the acts in porn and an older man's agenda to unload his balls on this 14 year old, it wasn't long before Billie just assumed it was part of the process when any other girl her age and older would find it disgusting. It was nasty at first, but she learned to tolerate it.

She was confused, already breaking mentally and needed help out of a hopeless situation. Things finally took a turn for the better, once her Aunt found out about a lot of the things that were going on, but much damage had already been done. Billie's aunt got her out of her moms house and moved her to another state, but so much damage had already been done. She was smoking pot to ease the pain she didn't even know she had, floating through life, getting tattoos, piercings....and still having sex with men that she shouldn't be, like her tattoo artist that was trading her free tattoos for pussy.

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Billie was freshly 17 now, had no contact with either of her parents and as confused as a teen could be from her experiences growing up. One thing was certain though, she was hot, with an incredible body that most girls her age would kill to have. She did have a large set of breasts that were far more developed than practically all other girls her age along with it she had a killer ass, flat stomach, pretty face and a wicked attitude. She was certainly one of the tougher girls in school, but inside she was just a broken damaged little girl still. Billie didn't exactly fit in with any particular social group at school, which landed herself as being part of the outcasts and freaks. Nobody dared mess with her though, at least...not since she beat the hell out of Angela AND Tina (two of the head cheerleaders) after school one day for talking shit about her. That event was definitely the day she got instant respect around the school, the detention she got was minor in comparison. She was a D student at best, not because she was dumb, but she had such a hard time paying attention and retaining book knowledge. She was fairly street smart, but that didn't pass tests. She had been placed on medications multiple times and had multiple counselors, but she never took her meds and she stopped meeting with her "shrinks that were pointless"....as she liked to put it. Her aunt couldn't control her, and really didn't even know how to with Billie frequently sneaking off and going for rides with biker guys she would meet. The only thing her aunt was able to do was force a birth control implant on her, Billie couldn't be counted on taking medication, and with her tendencies to sneak out her aunt did what she could do to protect from an unplanned pregnancy. All in all, Billie didn't fully realize how messed up she really was

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Saturday night, it was the typical night most high school hours parties were thrown and this weekend was no different. This was a particularly large party that attracted kids from nearly all social groups at school, and Billie was not one to miss a party very often. It was the weekend, so Billie and a few of her friends that were notably hotter "outcasts" got the text message a party was going down, making their way to the address that came into the house, mingled a bit and had a few drinks. While Billie's friends stayed inside, she took a break from the loud noises of party goers that tended to give her anxiety after a while and went outside towards the firepit that was lit in the backyard. Taking a seat by herself near the fire, she wore an extremely short black skirt that night, a red thong, matching small lace bra, a blue spaghetti strap tank top and heels. Her skirt hiked up as she crossed her legs and sat on cheap lawn chair that was set up, a skirt so short that if anybody was to look at the right angle there would be just a hint of red panties on display, despite her legs being crossed. Her tattooes were all mostly visible, along with her blue hair that was down.

Billie sat alone for at least 10 minutes, getting lost in the back of her mind where her past, present and future all swirled together in a confusing mess of thoughts. To her, her mind was blank, but her damaged messy subconscious was turning and doing flip flops. That's when she heard some guy address her, and ask her if she was enjoying her night. She glanced up, snapping out of her trance...when did this guy even get here? She had not even noticed anybody walk up.

Holy....shit.....this guy was HOT. Tattooes everywhere and with aura of bad boy to him, perfect for her. Billie's eyes focused on him and she smiled. "hey..." she said, still wondering where the hell he came from even though he walked up plainly towards here to light a cigarette.

"The nights pretty good, I mean...for a jock party..." she giggled a little, staring at the fire as it flickered before her, she looked back at this stud who was standing a few feet away and adjusted herself to face him a little more "hey...you got an extra cigarette on you?" she said with a mischievous smile on her as she scanned over this guy.


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So this story is quite open in ways it can go but will focus on a messed up toxic couple, plenty of dark elements, abuse, cheating and others to explore. I'd also very much enjoy for Billie to encounter and hook up with other characters throughout this story.




"Can I Borrow Your Wife"


Can I Borrow Your Wife?

Dean admired his wife Billie as she slipped into her comfy pyjamas. He often wondered how he had ended up with such an attractive woman. He wasn't bad looking in fact many would have called him handsome. At 27 he was tall and trim from regular running, with mousy brown hair and a bright friendly face that put people at ease. The reason he was so surprised that a beautiful woman like Billie had married him was that he'd never been much good with women in the past. His problem was he was always so enamoured of them that he could never play it cool. He was so excited by beautiful women that he got flustered when trying to be anything more than their friend.

He had had a semi serious girlfriend and even a very drunk one night stand before he met Billie in his third year of Uni. They met through a mutual friend and really clicked. She had been with someone else when they met. Dean theorised that this was why he got on with her so easily as he didn't see a relationship happening so he hung out with her as a friend and never felt the pressure of having to come on to her.

Her relationship didn't last and one fateful night they hooked up at a house party. Billie had decided that she was going to have him that night and came on to him so aggressively that he didn't have a chance to get jittery before they were already doing it. That was it. From then on they hung out and fucked and come the end of Uni he got a flat and she moved in while she finished her final year.

Living together was a breeze and it was without hesitation that he proposed and she accepted with tears in her eyes. She had never expected to be a young bride but equally she always thought she was going to end up with jerks like the guys she had always been with before. She couldn't imagine finding a man who she loved spending time with as much as Dean.

Billie was 25 and had long straight blonde hair that had darkened as he became an adult from the bright blonde of her childhood but she had highlights in that kept it looking bright. She was on the shorter side of average height and very slim. As a kid she had always looked like a pencil but she'd been a bit of a tomboy and had given neighbourhood boys back as good as they gave. Now as an adult she had a model's physique with B cup breasts that looked large on her frame. Her legs were long and slender and her thighs had a little gap in between even when her knees were touching and a pert behind that guys always called cute.

Despite her figure she was healthy and ate well but that energy she had had as a kid had continued into her adult years. She loved to run with Dean but also hit the gym regularly and swam at least once per week. Back at Uni she had been a club monster and was out dancing two or three times per week. She had also burned a lot of her energy at that time with sex.

Billie was the opposite of Dean in that regard. Her tomboy personality had led her to get on well with boys and she quickly found that boys were attracted to girls who could play along with their games. Mixed with her natural good looks she found that she was never short of male attention and from the point of losing her virginity she had enjoyed sex but she avoided relationships. They got in the way and jealousy was such a pain to deal with so she kept it casual.

That was until she met Dean. She had just broken away from a guy who was trying to get clingy and needed a new cock to help her forget him. She had been getting on with Dean and when the opportunity arose to bed him she jumped on it. She'd seen him try to chat up girls and he was hopeless so she took the initiative.

The following morning they hung out and did it again. The sex was nice. Not mind blowing but good. It wasn't the sex though, she just felt comfortable with him in a way she had never felt before. For once she was just as interested in just being with him than partying.

After a year together he asked her to move in after he got a job and it just seemed right. It had probably saved her education as well. Being in a committed relationship in a flat away from the partying allowed her to knuckle down and get some work done and she came away with a good degree but whereas Dean had gone straight into a good position in the accounts department of a good company her marketing degree wasn't helping her out so much.

Eventually she landed a part time reception gig for an office complex. She knew she had got the job because she was pretty and had flirted with the interviewer as it had nothing to do with her qualifications but it was bringing in enough to cover her own expenses and give at least a little to the flat but things were tighter than they would have liked and she was constantly on the lookout for something she had trained in or at least a better pay-check.

She climbed into bed with her man and he held his arm out so she could rest her head on his chest. "I've got to drop the car into the garage tomorrow" she said laden with meaning.

Dean knew what she was getting it "I know it needs a lot doing to it but we can cope. We are just going to have to spread the payment out a bit. We'll be fine" he said as he stroked her silky hair.

"I could cancel my gym membership and run with you more" she said sleepily being lulled by his calming touch.

"Really my love we are going to be fine." It was going to be tight but he was a budgeting master, they may have to shop frugally for the next month or so but they could do it. Just then his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Billie protested at the slight movement of his chest which disturbed her "Huh" he said as he read the message.

"What is it" said Billie lifting her head slightly.

"Nothing serious, it's from Liam. It says he's in the area soon and wants to meet up."

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Dean set the table while Billie did the cooking. He was looking forward to seeing Liam, without him Dean's university life would have been pretty quiet and it was at his party that he had met Billie. The issue was that Liam had a very different view on the world to Dean and it sometimes caused a little friction.

This visit was a good example of that. Liam came from money and really had no concept of struggling to make ends meet. When Dean had called him to arrange meeting up Liam had instantly suggested going out to dinner and was throwing out restaurant names that Dean recognised as being pretty expensive. It had taken ages to convince him that they really couldn't afford to eat out at all let alone in a fancy restaurant. Eventually he got it "A quiet night in sounds great" he had announced in his big exuberant way. I'll bring the wine. I want to talk to you about something that might help with that money problem of yours." Dean had pushed him for more details but he jovially refused to say more.

Liam was like that but Dean had always appreciated him being a counterfoil to his own quieter, more nervous personality and had always let himself get swept up by his charisma. It had gotten them into trouble a few times which Dean now viewed as some of his fondest memories.

In return Dean was always there when Liam needed to knuckle down and do some work. It turned out that Liam's parents were pretty strict. They had made him go to university to study accountancy to teach him fiscal responsibility and while he loved to party and was certainly a ladies man, he also respected/feared his parents enough that he needed to do well. He would come, cap in hand to Dean asking for help on one subject or another and Dean would help him. Liam always had the good grace to take it seriously at those times and then after the test, essay or presentation was over he would drag Dean out for more fun and hi-jinx. After university they had lost touch a little as Dean focussed on work and Liam began whatever enterprise he had been working at.

There was a knock on the door and Dean rushed over to answer it. There he was, arms outstretched ready to hug and Dean found himself pulled into a hard, manly embrace. Liam's mother was Middle Eastern and his father was Scandinavian this had resulted in a son well above the average height with broad shoulders. His features were more on the European side but he had the black hair and tanned skin from his mother's side. His father would joke that he had kidnapped his mother on a Viking raid and there was definitely something of the Viking about Liam.

Liam came in and greeted Billie with a cheer as he picked her up and turned around with her nearly knocking things over in their modest apartment. Billie squealed and laughed at the big oaf and she punched him on the arm before going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and saying "Hello Liam, good to see you." The couple fussed around setting out dinner as Liam opened the no doubt expensive wine he had brought with him and they sat down to dinner.

Nobody mentioned the thing that Liam had wanted to discuss because they were too busy catching up and by the end of the meal they were one bottle of wine down and well on the way to polishing off the second. Liam was largely unaffected and Billie was holding it well but Dean was starting to move from merry to pissed. He really didn't drink much these days as he saw it as an unnecessary expense but Billie still drank semi regularly.

They had moved over to the living area and were slouched on comfortable chairs. Liam in an armchair and Billie was reclining against Dean on the sofa. Liam leaned forward after a natural break in the conversation and looked serious "I have something I need to discuss with you guys" he said. "I have a big favour to ask and if it's too much please say, I won't be offended."

Billie and Dean looked at each other with concern the effects of the wine lessened by the shift in tone. "What is it buddy" asked Dean.

Liam sighed and ran his hands over his face "I would like to borrow Billie" he announced.

"Borrow her for what?" asked Dean.

"I would like Billie to be my girlfriend."

They stared at him blankly.

"I should say I would like her to pretend to be my girlfriend" corrected Liam.

The couple nearly spat out their wine when he first said it but once he clarified it Billie laughed "Why do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

"Yea bud' I think we need a bit more context here."

"It's my damn parent's dude. I'm busy trying to set up my own businesses but they are on at me about settling down and finding a steady girl."

That made sense to Dean. He had met Liam's parents. His dad was strict about money and responsibility but pretty easy going about most other things. His mother was pretty conservative and didn't like his loose behaviour with women. She barely tolerated him wanting to be an entrepreneur preferring he had followed a more traditional route like Dean and she wanted him married or at the very least to stop playing around and to find a nice girl to be with and not the party girls he usually dated if he saw them more than once that was. "What are they wanting?" Dean asked.

"My big sister is getting married and my mum has been worse than ever" said Liam. "To shut her up I told her I was seeing a nice girl. That was fine for a few days but then she was pestering me for details and a picture so I went through my phone to find a picture of me with a girl to send her but none of them were particularly appropriate."

"Oh I can see where this is going" said Billie sitting up and leaning forward.

Liam made eye contact and gave a guilty shrug but continued the story. "I found a picture of me with a nice girl who was dressed nicely and didn't have too much makeup on who I looked relaxed and happy with. It was you from that garden party Jeff threw a couple of years ago so I sent her that. My god was she delighted and there were so many questions and, well, because I knew you so well I just used you as a template and told her all about you. So now we have this big pre wedding planning party to go to and I really need a date and maybe for the wedding?" His voice went up as he winced while making his request.

There was a pregnant pause where nobody said anything. Dean was fighting the alcohol to make sense of this stupid request but he was snapped out of it when Billie burst out laughing. "You stupid bastard" she said while laughing "I can't believe you put yourself in these situations. Just tell her we broke up, probably because you cheated on me with a stripper."

"I would but she is being a nightmare. She won't leave me alone and I am trying to set up some businesses that she wouldn't strictly approve of. A lovely girlfriend for her to fawn over will distract her long enough that I can get things running and hopefully she doesn't find out but if she does and persuades my dad to cut me off it won't matter because I'll be solvent. It's only the wedding and a couple of meetups, please" he begged putting his hands together and giving them both puppy dog eyes which he managed to do very well considering his size.

Dean's head was fuzzy with wine and he couldn't quite get it "So you take Billie to meet your family and pass her off as your girlfriend until after the wedding?"

"That's the gist of it" confirmed Liam.

Dean rubbed his temples "Exactly how far does she have to go to prove it?"

Liam laughed "Yes I get your point. I don't think my parents are expecting a leaked sex tape if that's what you are getting at but yes we would have to be comfortable with casual contact and maybe even share a kiss and definitely share a room." Liam could see that Dean looked uncomfortable. "If you think of it as an acting job which it kind of is, then it's not eleven as much as a lot of actors do in films" he added trying to persuade him. "I'd consider it like a job too. I'd be taking up your spare time Billie so I'd pay you."

"Doesn't that kind of make me a bit like a whore?" asked Billie seriously.

"Or like an actress" Liam reiterated with a cheeky grin.

Dean turned to Billie and asked "What do you think about all this?"

"Honestly I think Liam is a silly prick for getting himself in this situation," she said exasperated "but I was looking for another job to fill in between my current one and I could think of worse jobs." She sighed, leaned back and crossed her arms "In theory I'm happy to do it but I'm not sure you are" she gestured to Dean.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a little hurt.

"I mean men have delicate egos' and I am not prepared to risk damaging our marriage for a little cash. If you think you can deal with me disappearing for a couple of nights with another man and you'll have no idea what we are up to then go ahead. If you can't take it then just say no and I'll find another job."

Dean went quiet as he thought. All eyes were on him but he wasn't aware of their stares as he searched his feelings. He wanted to help his friend and they needed some extra income. These were good enough reasons to say yes. What was Billie thinking questioning his confidence in her and Liam? Did she think he didn't trust her? Still, those things she said did give him pause…


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"Staying Faithful "
Beth Wilson lay in bed, fingering the white gold band adorned by the modest but sparkling diamond that surrounded her ring finger as the dawn light played on its facets from the window. the bedroom was dim, and the sounds of the shower in the next room gave a pleasant wash of white noise. A white t-shirt and black bikini panties were her usual choice of nightwear, though in the sticky heat of summer, she could just as easily forgo either the panties or the shirt, or both.

It had been New Years Eve when Brian proposed, producing the ring as the ball dropped like some kind of romantic comedy. Beth remembered her shock and joy. They'd been dating for only nine months, and had only just met the previous January. So much had changed, and she could scarcely believe that the wedding was in less than four months. Was it too fast? She often asked herself that question, but Brian loved her...and she loved him, too.... but....

A few weeks after the engagement party, Brian had begun an intense partner track program at the marketing firm. The senior partners had taken a liking to him, and one of the partners was retiring soon, so if Brian was able to prove himself over the next year, he would be a shoo-in. It was unthinkable at his young age, only 29, but a partnership at the firm would mean financial security, and he wouldn't have to kill himself anymore pulling 60-70 hour weeks at the office, trying to impress. Beth looked around the modest bedroom of the two bedroom townhouse, briefly imagining the nice house in the hills they might have once he made it. But...in the meantime, their relationship had changed a bit. Exhaustion and stress had taken a toll on Brian's sex drive, and sometimes they would go weeks without much more than a kiss or a brief, tame encounter, which usually devolved into a stress-relieving blowjob for him without much in return. Beth told herself it was just temporary. Once Brian made partner, things would go back to normal. They'd be married, starting a family and without a worry in the world.
Beth listened to the water and her thoughts drifted back to her childhood....


Beth's childhood started normally enough, but as is depressingly common, it didn't stay that way for long. Her mother and father divorced when she was seven, and she found out later about the cheating. Her mother got custody of Beth and her two siblings, and it was a yearly fight for child support from her deadbeat, unreliable father. A string of boyfriends did a varied job of filling that gap, but even the best ones never stuck around for long, as the divorce left her mother a bit bitter, and a drinker besides.
The sounds of Brian in the shower, and the images of his wet, naked form, caused her thought to drift back to her sexually formative years....

If Beth had to use one word to describe herself during and after hitting puberty, it would have to be "slutty."

Anytime, anywhere, and with any cock she could get her hands on, she had been insatiable in high school and college. Some people suggested the lack of a strong father figure was to blame, but Beth knew that was a cop-out. She had also fucked around on guys a few times, the crown jewel of which had been fucking her third college boyfriend's dad while visiting for the holidays. She blushed a little, remembering how she had bitten her tongue to keep from moaning so Jeremy wouldn't find out. But, her final tryst had led her to swear to herself that she would reform: the broken heart she had left in her wake had been sobering. And yet, she worried that she would always be a bit of a nympho....maybe getting a ring and a bouquet would help quiet her inner slut for life....she hoped it would. Brian didn't know the half of her sordid sexual past, but he had to have heard rumors.
As the sounds of the water in the other room seemed to indicate that Brian was finishing up, Beth lazily turned her head to look at the clock. 6:20 AM.

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Nothing too much planned yet, but a tale of a cheating and infidelity once again.

"Bad Love "
Lucky for Lucy she had a special charm about her that lead to a wide opportunity of job openings. She wasn’t oblivious to the envy some girls might hold on her either. After all she was a curvy, petite, young woman blessed with beautiful, brown, wavy locks of love. Her emerald eyes could pierce the hearts of many men and woman if she chose to do so but that wasn’t the problem. No, looks weren’t an issue for her. It was her mood swings so to speak. Her tardiness and seeming lack of motivation in the workplace that she struggled with. She was smart but she made dumb decisions and last night was a dumb decision. It was a decision that may have gotten her laid off today.



Liam, Lucy’s roommate, also happened to be her rock. Her boyfriend of two years; The guy she ran to every time something went wrong. His emotional support was so valuable. She didn’t know how she would survive without him sometimes. Sure, they both were broke as fuck but at least he could hold a job. She didn’t understand why her boss assumed being hungover meant she wasn’t able to function in the work environment. Then again, she did tend to fall asleep at the desk and her only job was to answer phone calls/redirect calls. It was hard to balance life as a young adult. On occasion Lucy wanted to enjoy the night life with her girlfriends but she also needed to hold a job so she could afford life with Liam. Moving in with her mom or dad wasn’t really an option in her head either.



Lucy’s high-heeled boots felt heavier than usual today as she set home for her apartment. It was as if the rain pouring down on her held a higher gravitational force on her body. Then again four blocks of concrete in heels wasn't ideal and her ride was still working at the job she just let go of. Hmmm…come to think of it…maybe…it was her outfit today that got her in trouble? She was wearing a pencil skirt which seemed appropriate to her standards, but maybe she should have buttoned that extra top button so her cleavage wasn’t as apparent. Lucy had gotten fired once before over not following the dress code, but the things they told her to wear didn’t make any sense to her. Regardless, her current situation still pissed her off and she knew Liam wasn’t going to be to thrilled to hear her news either.



Ughhhh are you kidding me? Stress was rising inside Lucy like a fire ignited with gasoline. Of all the days for Angela to bug her…



“Lucy, where’s your rent? It’s now two months overdue!”



“What about Marshal’s Rent? Why are you picking on me?!”



“He paid yesterday…” Angela said, and of course this only made Lucy even more upset. Even Marshal, the sketchy old man who dealt drugs had it more together than her.



“Fine!” Lucy screamed louder than necessary pulling out the cash she just withdrew from her final work check. She knew she was still down $250 or so but…that was all she had right now. “Liam will get you the rest by the end of the week.” She mumbled, still not in the mood to deal with people. She was feeling attacked and the last thing she wanted was Angela breathing down her throat about rent.



“Okay well, make sure it happens. I need it Lucy.”



“Yeah yeah, I will. I will.” she said continuing her way up the creaking wooden staircase, not really paying any mind to what Angela was really saying to her. It was all just words with no meaning at this point because it went in one ear, and just as easily out the other.



“Hey,” Lucy said to Marshal, “your shave looks nice” she remarked. She had to stay nice to Marshal, not that he was necessarily hard to get along with. No, that usually wasn’t a problem for Lucy but because on occasion he would set her up with some recreational fun. Liam wasn’t a fan of it but sometimes….Lucy just needed it and she couldn’t control it.



“Bad day huh?” he said, obviously noting the scene she made downstairs. All the walls were thin. Door closed or not, most people in the eight room, two story, apartment complex would have heard her yell at Angela. “Let me know if ya need som’thn later” his thick accent was obvious but she still didn’t know where he came from. Judging by the assortment of tattoos over his shirtless body she figured it was from a gang he may have formerly been in. On that note, Lucy liked to keep their relationship minimal and for….business only. But overall, he was a good neighbor to have next door. She trusted him. Enough.



“Hah, yeah. It’s been a day.” she said finding her key to open the door. But before Lucy turned the handle she looked back at Marshal and whispered “M…maybe later.”



Entering the apartment complex Lucy immediately threw her purse into the corner of the living room and slammed the door behind her. “Liam…” she said feeling her eyes begin to water as she looked into the handsome features of his face. “They…laid me off! I…I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear! They just decided to hate me!” she said moving herself over to him, hugging him close. Needing him. “And then…Angela…she-“ Lucy was practically hyperventilating at this point with her chest pressed onto his abdomen still not letting him go. But mentioning Angela’s name quickly turned what was going to be tears back into anger “-Angela yelled at me and I gave her all the cash I had. I can’t win. They laid me off…and I ..I felt like I was doing better…” she said slowly falling to her knees in front of him.



Lucy was a mess and Liam knew it. But what he didn’t know was how she planned on fixing her issues for the night…



”When was the last time …?” Lucy paused, biting on her lower lip as she looked up at him from her knees. A smile traced her lips as her fingertips lingered their way up from his boot to his thigh, and then danced around his crotch. “ …I got laid?” she asked twisting the negative words thrown into her face this morning by her boss into a more dirty connotation.



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Hey guys! I'm really open to where this rp could go! Thought it'd create this and leave it a bit open as I'm curious with what some people could offer in terms of avenues to take it.



Obviously it's a couple that is down on their luck and barely managing to scrap by while Lucy has some... Issues.




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So I'm looking for this to be quite detailed and a more long term orientated story with a nice healthy mix of plot to also go with the smut.

I write in third person perspective and my usual post lengths can go from anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10, just depends on what is happening at the story and all that.

I don't mind having some OOC chatter about things along with taking the time to chat and brainstorm so that we can come up with a great story that we both look forward to exploring.

Posting frequency varies, could be daily, multiple times a day to once every few days. Looking to write via PM's or use discord.

Anywho, that's pretty much it so feel free to hit me up

UndisclosedDesires7


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