- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- Mostly evening GMT -5 timezone
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I really enjoy romance in my roleplays; however, I do prefer to work up to it using suspense, tragedy, and mystery. The majority of my roleplays also dive into the libertine section, though I don't prefer this to be the main genre or focus.
"Oh, my sweet Josie...," a low, masculine voice whispered in the darkness.
The young woman, twenty years of age but smaller than most, just five foot three, sat up on her mattress and squinted in the darkness. She had been in this situation many times before, but each time her heart always propitiated and her brow grew wet with sweat. As her eyes began to adjust in the black of her bedroom, she caught the figure of a burly, rather portly looking man towards the doorway. Jim's hair was a mess on top of his head; he had probably been sleeping in his bedroom down the hall with her mother nearby, and the thought made Josie ill.
The floorboards creaked underneath his weight as he stepped forward, and Josie brought her comforter against her chest, her heart beating madly. Considering the size of her childhood room, it did not take long for Jim to reach out. And suddenly his hand was on her hair, stroking it gently and pushing it behind her ears.
"I promise you'll like it again, sweetie pie. Just like last night..."
The young woman, twenty years of age but smaller than most, just five foot three, sat up on her mattress and squinted in the darkness. She had been in this situation many times before, but each time her heart always propitiated and her brow grew wet with sweat. As her eyes began to adjust in the black of her bedroom, she caught the figure of a burly, rather portly looking man towards the doorway. Jim's hair was a mess on top of his head; he had probably been sleeping in his bedroom down the hall with her mother nearby, and the thought made Josie ill.
The floorboards creaked underneath his weight as he stepped forward, and Josie brought her comforter against her chest, her heart beating madly. Considering the size of her childhood room, it did not take long for Jim to reach out. And suddenly his hand was on her hair, stroking it gently and pushing it behind her ears.
"I promise you'll like it again, sweetie pie. Just like last night..."