- 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.
Kate snuggled down into the mattress with a small smile on her face. She liked to believe that perhaps she had broken down one of his walls tonight, but perhaps it was the other way around. There was some sort of mutual understanding between them now, like they were bound to one another, one being now. It was a feeling that Kate wasn't used to but she imagined it had something to do with being dominated that way. Tonight, he had claimed her as his own. She was his now, body, mind and spirit.
The next morning Kate woke earlier than Kestreel, and she abandoned him for the shower. His cum had gotten on her breasts and in her hair, and she definitely needed to scrub down. Her clit was still swollen from the previous night, and she blushed a little bit at that. No one had aroused her as Kestreel did, but he had acted very different around her. He was rough but careful, showing little mercy and doing what he liked. Luckily, what he liked pleased the young girl, as well.
She slipped the soap between her legs and lathered up her hair, and smiled slightly to herself when she heard the bathroom door open. Kestreel's strong figure could be seen through the translucent curtain, and Kate continued to smirk, rinsing the soap from her hair.
The next morning Kate woke earlier than Kestreel, and she abandoned him for the shower. His cum had gotten on her breasts and in her hair, and she definitely needed to scrub down. Her clit was still swollen from the previous night, and she blushed a little bit at that. No one had aroused her as Kestreel did, but he had acted very different around her. He was rough but careful, showing little mercy and doing what he liked. Luckily, what he liked pleased the young girl, as well.
She slipped the soap between her legs and lathered up her hair, and smiled slightly to herself when she heard the bathroom door open. Kestreel's strong figure could be seen through the translucent curtain, and Kate continued to smirk, rinsing the soap from her hair.