Lonely superstar athlete's bedroom has a revolving door... [FFFFFF4M]

[SickFigured]

It’s a trite, simple question. The kind you often get from fans or kids:

What’s your favorite thing about being a professional athlete?

One hundred times out of a hundred, you give canned, equally trite responses. Today it’s “the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to live out my dream.” Tomorrow, it’ll probably be “the chance to compete and prove myself against the best in the world.” Next week, you might try “the singular camaraderie that comes with being part of such an elite brotherhood.” And if nothing comes to mind, there’s always “the love of the game.”
 
Of course, that’s not the real answer. The real answer is one word long, and no longer than six words: Pussy. The best pussy in the world.
 
Think about it – you’re young, hot, rich, famous, and in better shape than practically anyone else alive (not to mention hung like a horse, insatiable, and a little demonic in bed). Why wouldn’t you be able to get who you want, when you want, however you want them? Your kill list includes a ton of the usual suspects – cheerleaders, sideline reporters, teammates’ girlfriends, sneaker-chasers, bog standard Hot Girls™ – and a few that you might not expect, like the mom of the Make-A-Wish kid who travelled a thousand miles for a photo and an autograph.
 
Your list of ex-girlfriends includes A-list movie stars, supermodels, and dozens of interchangeable social media “it” girls...and that's not including the women you've left sweaty, breathless, hoarse, and cross-eyed but never officially “dated.”
 
But at end of the day, you never talk about your favorite perk of being a pro athlete. Not because you’re afraid of saying something inappropriate, ruining your image, or eroding your privacy (besides, your conquests are the worst-kept secret in sports). No, you keep it all under wraps because you're lonely. It might sound insane to an ordinary person, but drunkenly half-hate-fucking a dozen 11/10s just because you can got several MVP and championship trophies ago. No amount of insanely hot 20-somethings in your DMs can cover up the fact that no one GETS you. Understands you. Wants to be with you in that protect-my-heart-forever way.
 
It doesn't stop you from looking, though – even if you’re usually looking at the bottom of some sweet, young, tight...
 
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Looking for a dedicated, literate/literary-minded writing parter to write longer-term roleplay in which you’re a superstar, superstudly athlete banging his way through a bevy of models, actresses, wannabe E-girls, fans, and girls next door trying (and largely failing) to find someone to settle down with. Also happy to play the male lead for the right female partner. Generally speaking, though, I’m looking for an FFFFFFFFF4M-type roleplay where I’m GMing us around.
 
If you're interested, please reply with a brief message which explains what you like about the premise, describes your character (his backstory, the sport he plays, how good / old / lonely he is), and gives me a sense of where you think would be an appropriate place to start our story arc. If you've got great spelling/grammar and a flair for sewing sentences together, you'll get to the front of the line. Please read my intro post for more information!