Give these a chance. Read through them all. Some you won't like. Some you will. General pairings first, followed by more substantial stuff.
As always, these are M/F Pairings, where I would play the Male.General Pairings:
All Forms of Incest
HighSchool/CollegeIdeasThe Birthday Present
- Happily married, the only thing Jane (stock name) disliked about her new family was her father-in-law. The man, while attractive, was also making a pass at her and making certain comments that made her face flush. Petite and only 22, Jane had married a man 8 years her senior. She felt even younger around her father in law and knew that the man lusted after her constantly. But she wasn't ever going to be with him. Lately, her and her husband had been experimenting sexually and had begun exploring Light Bondage and BDSM. It wasn't uncommon for her to be bound to the bed naked and blindfolded for hours on end until he returned. This weekend would change everything.
It was her father-in-laws birthday. Thankfully, she wouldn't be attending. Her husband had booked them a weekend retreat in some nice secluded place in the mountains. He had promised that they'd rarely leave their suite. And sure enough, the place was beautiful - with amazing views and everything one could ask for. Their suite even had a room designed for those with BDSM and bondage in mind. Seeing it made her wet between the legs. And she didn't have long to wait.
Bound and blindfolded, she strained her ears as her husband left the room. How long would he be gone for this time? The wait was not long at all. Only this time it wasn't her husband who had come back in - it was her father in law!
[Looking for some one to play the Kinky Young Wife]
Connor was not happy at all. His summer was ruined. He had planned on going on long bike rides, playing video games, and hanging out with friends. Until his mother had decided to take a vacation, which meant that she was sending Connor to stay with his Aunt. His Aunt?! He'd never even met the woman before! And it wasn't like she even lived close by so he wouldn't be able to hang out with his friends. No, it got even worse - his Aunt lived in Ireland, land of potatoes! He'd rather go to Idaho!
Several hours later, he touches down in Dublin. He has no idea what to expect or what she even looks like, though she knows who he is, or where she lives. Will it be some fancy mansion or some tiny farm house?
[Looking for a Seductive Redhead to give Connor a Summer he will NEVER forget.]
The Last Dwarf
Gori Ironhair was alone.
He did not notice the pain from his wounds or his blood soaked clothes. He did not notice the gashes in his armor and tunic that would need repairing. He did not notice that he was out of Throwing Axes and that his Battleaxe had a large nick in its edge. No, these things he did not notice. What he did notice was the complete and utter silence of being alone.
He was surrounded by other Dwarves of course. All of them laying in the grotesque forms of death. Blood still steamed from the fatal gashes of many in the cool air. They were all recently departed. But the final attack of the Dragonslayer Clan had worked. Gori Ironhair was alone but he also stood face to face with the Gates of Ashenwood.
The Gates of Ashenwood were not nearly as impressive in person as they were in the tales he had been told as a youngster. Only the Dragon Guard ever had access to the Gates and what lay beyond them. Yes, the carvings of the 'Outside World' were intricate and impressive, but the Gates themselves were really no bigger then any other door he had ever seen. But that was the last thing he was thinking about as he stared at them.
It was what lay beyond that had frozen Gori. But he had made it this far and he wasn't going to turn back now. He didn't have a choice really. Everyone else was dead. Everyone. The remains of the Dragon Guard lay at his feet. And Firesides Finest. The Darkside Raiders. Gori himself was a Soldier of the Dark Watch. He had been one of 12 who had survived the initial attack. One of six that had made it back to Firesides Bastion. He had been the only survivor from the Dark Watch that made it out of the Bastion, along with a ragtag band of the Finest and a dozen other units. He supposed he should consider it an honor to have been included in with the Dragon Guard but it had been a suicide mission from the start. Ever since all the women and children....
He shook his head to clear it. No, he wasn't to dwell on those things. King Yuri Dragonslayer himself lay closest to the Gates, face contorted in a grimace of death. One hand still reached for the Gates though it was missing nearly half its fingers and palm. Those lay not far away, with a now bloodied satchel. The Satchel. Gori's eyes fixated on it. Staring at it seemed to warm his insides, to loosen his oh so tired muscles. The Satchel. It was no longer his duty to protect the Satchel but to deliver it. But he had never stepped outside before. Could he do it?
The sound of metal racking against stone, of thousands of feet marching in unison, echoed up the hallway towards him. With out looking back, he bolted forward and grabbed the Satchel, slinging it over his shoulder before throwing his weight against the Gate. Rusting Hinges that had not been opened in untold years screeched in protest but slowly started to budge. Tired muscles drained of blood as he threw everything he had left into it. Slowly, the Gate of Ashenwood opened. It opened just enough for his tired body to slip through the gap. He threw all his weight into his back, pushing the Gate closed. A rusting bar of Iron caught his attention and he grabbed it, sliding it through the equally strong handles on this side of the door.
He doubled over then, catching his breath, before looking around. He seemed to be at the end of a mineshaft. So much for all those tales he had heard. Well, there could still be some truth to them. The first thuds sounded behind him as THEY reached the Gate, setting his heart to panic mode again. It was time to get moving.
"Come on, Gori." He says aloud to himself. "Time to go on that adventure you always wanted." Straightening up and regaining some of his pride, Gori set off along the old minetracks, following a slope that started to rise and rise towards the surface.
Basil Bailey felt the sweat dripping down his back. The dark stain spread outward from his spine, dying the light kahki color of his shirt an even darker shade. His wide brimmed hat kept the sun off his face and his shoes were covered in jungle muck. His new home was a far cry from the luxuries of Sydney. No fans to battle the heat, no cold weather for that matter. He certainly missed a proper bed though was getting used to his cot. Scratch that, he was getting used to his hammock. It was much more comfortable then his cot. Shaking his head to clear it of some buzzing flies, he pulled his binoculars up to his eyes and scanned the horizon.
His Colt 1911 hung comfortably at his side - a gift from the Americans. As were the Springfield Rifle and Thompson Submachine Gun - the later of which was slung over his shoulder. He kept the Springfield back at his camouflaged hut - it was more for hunting the Wild Pigs then self protection. The Tommy Gun was for protection - Jungles often meant you were very close to your target and he'd rather have more bullets in the air then accuracy at range in such a situation. Not that he had had to use it yet, but you never knew when the Nips were going to jump out of the Jungle at you. Not that he was worried about that either, though. He had this Island all to himself.
Twice a week he made a complete circuit of the Island, along the coast. It usually took all day and was tiring in the Jungle heat of the Pacific, but it kept him at peace. That would be where he'd find signs that others had been on his island. And he never found any. Which was good. Every few weeks a Seaplane would land discreetly at dark in the cove and drop off supplies and information for him. There was a war on, after all, and the Nips were hopping Island to Island. Which was why he was on this one.
His lookout spot on the top of the hill that dominated the Island on its Southern End gave him a perfect vantage point over the shipping lanes that passed through the area. He had his Spotter Cards to help him identify the type of ship and tonnage and another for all sorts of planes that might be flying over head. When he spotted such things, he wound up his radio and broadcast a message to his home base. He had yet to find anything of interest, but the sound of a distant explosion caught his attention. Something was nearby and something was being shot at.
[Looking for a Female Civilian Survivor of a Shipwrecked Passenger Boat.]
Drew was having a hard time in his History Class. He always sat in the back and seemed to daydream or doodle all class. It wasn't that he disliked history - he actually quite liked it - but it was his teacher. He was, simply, in love with her. As was every other guy in the school. She was by far the hottest teacher who worked there. She just seemed like a natural beauty. She didn't even need to try to set their hearts racing. And it was why he zoned out in class.
His doodles, for instance, were all of her. Mostly copying poses and clothing she wore during class, but a few select doodles were much more erotic and raunchy. Not quite XXX rated, but certainly not leaving much to the imagination. And lately, things had gotten worse. His grades were failing. So his parents had decided to step in - with extra tutoring. And who better to tutor him then the very teacher whose class he was failing?
Of course, she was no idiot. She knew that he drew doodles of her. She saw the way his eyes misted over. So she decided that the only way to get through to him would be to reward him - showing a little more skin as he got his questions right during tutoring. And, secretly, she found it thrilling. But how far will she let things go between them, to let him get that 'A' grade his parents wanted for him?
[Seeking a Female Teacher]
Picture Plots: (With Word Prompts)
Submissive Student to a Teacher?
Caught halfnaked in the Janitors closet?
Is it hot in here or is just me?
Studying enlarged anatomy?
Slave to my Mistress
Serving by Protecting
The New Secretary?
Just Saying Hi
I brought you Lunch
Looking for a new boy-toy
Seducing the Teacher/Boss
As my Master Commands
Look, no Panties
A new kind of Wife
Do you like what you see?
Discovering New Kinks
Revealing her inner Slut