- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- - Horror
- Paranormal
- Supernatural
- Biblical
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
- Romance
- Occult
"MALE MODEL NEEDED FOR ART
Between 18-28, needs to be tough, tall and toned.
Text me @ 07758348843 with pic
- B.M"
Hopefully that wasn't too suspicious. Bradley sighed as he entered the ad onto the website, already expecting the typical replies with sexual asks. It wasn't like he even wanted to be on his damn course. Bradley wanted to finish school and go work in an IT department for the rest of his life so he could avoid people. But his mother insisted he did something with his inherited talents. So that meant art school.
He swivelled on his seat to look at the sketches he had attempted to do of men's bodies. It was so hard without a life model. Bradley walked over to one of the ones he liked and picked it up, walking around the table it was resting on. He slumped down onto his couch, wearing a gray tee with black boxers. Why couldn't he of decided to choose to draw girls instead? It would make his social life a lot easier, because now everybody knows for sure he's gay. Great. That just lead to more dumb, homophobic comments he got in high school.
After a boring day of refreshing his text messages and mindless sketching, Bradley got into bed, putting his phone next to his pillow in hope he'd get an actual reply.
{{ @DiscoPunkOnJolt }}Between 18-28, needs to be tough, tall and toned.
Text me @ 07758348843 with pic
- B.M"
Hopefully that wasn't too suspicious. Bradley sighed as he entered the ad onto the website, already expecting the typical replies with sexual asks. It wasn't like he even wanted to be on his damn course. Bradley wanted to finish school and go work in an IT department for the rest of his life so he could avoid people. But his mother insisted he did something with his inherited talents. So that meant art school.
He swivelled on his seat to look at the sketches he had attempted to do of men's bodies. It was so hard without a life model. Bradley walked over to one of the ones he liked and picked it up, walking around the table it was resting on. He slumped down onto his couch, wearing a gray tee with black boxers. Why couldn't he of decided to choose to draw girls instead? It would make his social life a lot easier, because now everybody knows for sure he's gay. Great. That just lead to more dumb, homophobic comments he got in high school.
After a boring day of refreshing his text messages and mindless sketching, Bradley got into bed, putting his phone next to his pillow in hope he'd get an actual reply.