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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

M4F - She's So Welcoming dirtypenpals

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Monday, January 15, 2018

M4F - She's so Welcoming dirtypenpals

It was nothing I had ever experienced before. I didn't know really how else to act, or even process what was happening while it was happening. I don't even know how it started, it seemed to happen so fast that it couldn't have gone any other way.

She opened the door and all I remember is how she looked. She was dressed in a crop top that both showed off her cleavage and most of her stomach. She had the brightest smile and the tightest fitting shorts I have seen. Jean shorts that hugged her hips and managed to leave nothing to the imagination of how her pussy must look.

"You must be Chris! Come on in! I'll get you something to drink."

I felt my cock stir when she came in for the hug, and I could feel her lips on my cheek, and her soft tits press against my chest. I walked inside and followed her to the kitchen. My ass attached to her ass the entire time. It wasn't like I was trying, it was as if her ass wouldn't let go of my eyes. Making me stare more, and more. I stood by the kitchen counter as she reached into the refrigerator to pour me a glass of juice. She walked back over handing me the drink and stared up at me with her bright wide eyes.

"Thank you." Is all I could manage to say before I brought the cup to my lips and heard her say. "Oh my goodness! Did I do this?" And I felt her hand grip my hard tent poking from my pants. I never spilled the juice on myself but managed to keep the liquid in the cup. I placed the cup down on the counter and started to say, "I'm so sorry, you must be..." but when I turned to look back at her, I had to look down to see her already on her knees.

"Don't worry, since I did this, I'll take are of it for you." Again her bright wide eyes looked up at me, with her bright wide smile, when I saw my cock appear from my open pants, and then disappear into her mouth.

I let out a loud moan as I felt her tongue wrap around my engorged head. Her throat taking me further and further down each time she brought her head back over my length. Her soft gags and stressed attempts at breath seemed to only make her happier and more enthusiastic about having my cock in her mouth. I had to grip the edges of the counter when my head shot back in pleasure. I could feel my balls tightening and churning, getting ready to shoot what felt like the largest load of my life.

pop "Please cum on my tits. I love feeling a hot warm load dripping down my cleavage." I could feel her hand moving up and down my length as she begged for my load. I couldn't hold on much longer as I felt her throat envelop my entire length for the first time. I began to moan more and more.

"I'm... I'm going to!"

POP "Yes Chris! Cum all over my tits!"

I could feel her hand pumping me vigorously, seeing that she was probably more enthusiastic about my orgasm than I was. I had to put all my strength into staying conscious as I felt my cock shoot the first spurt of cum, so much stronger than I had shot any load in the pass couple of months. "Oh my! Chris! Hehehe!" I knew her surprise was caused because I was shooting so many spurts of cum, I had no idea where they were landing.

When I began to catch my breath and look down, I could see her smiling wide with jubilation. Her face had so much cum on it, and her tits were covered in drool and cum as well. She kept her smile looking up at me when she asked,

"Is there anything more I can do for you?"

Tell me, who is this person? She could be anyone in any type of pairing, or relationship, or anything. She could be my friends sister, or his girlfriend, it could be a co-workers wife, or my new neighbor, or possibly someone I'm related to. I want to hear your ideas, and what turns you on.

I know I described the clothing of the girl in the prompt, but if you want to make the character your own, you can change it to fit whatever type of person you want to play as. Again, I'd love to hear your ideas, or how you imagine the girl in the prompt to look.

My kinks are: ageplay, incest, cumplay, anal, blowjobs, skirts, uniforms, costumes, being dominate, light pet play, light pain (giving), squirting, free use, public play, sneaking around, and taboo relationships.

My limits are: blood, piss, scat, vomit, spit, feet, death, gore, mind break, bimbofication, body modification, and anything extreme like that.

All of my prompts are always open, if you want to check those out.

And I hope to hear from all of you.

Submitted January 15, 2018 at 10:36PM by Finster9 http://ift.tt/2D5YgOa dirtypenpals

M4F - She's so Welcoming dirtypenpals

"You must be Chris! Come on in! I'll get you something to drink."

"I'm... I'm going to!"

POP "Yes Chris! Cum all over my tits!"

"Is there anything more I can do for you?"

My limits are: blood, piss, scat, vomit, spit, feet, death, gore, mind break, bimbofication, body modification, and anything extreme like that.

All of my prompts are always open, if you want to check those out.

And I hope to hear from all of you.

Submitted January 15, 2018 at 10:36PM by Finster9 http://ift.tt/2D5YgOa dirtypenpals

Saturday, January 13, 2018

[F4A] Outfitted Maid (Transformation Roleplay) dirtypenpals

The house was mostly silent as the late morning sun rose outside behind the trees. Birds chirping in the distance were low, almost inaudible, as they were routinely interrupted by heels clicking against the old hardwood floors. Kim walked down the hallway slowly, irrationally fearing she would trip in the eight inch black heels she was seemingly permanently forced to wear. Deep down she knew tripping was irrational given that she had never once fallen as far as she could remember. They also had a two inch platform at the base, as part of the eight inches, but that only marginally made it easier to walk in.

With a small sense of pride, Kim’s bright blue large round eyes scanned the hallway and the kitchen just beyond, which was her destination. The first floor of the house was spotless, something she could be proud of. Walking as perfectly upright as possible, Kim moved into the kitchen and reached for the pans and general utensils she would need to make breakfast for her owner. The heels in particular helped reach the cabinets, given her small 5’ body.

After grabbing a few eggs from the refrigerator, the maid cracked it against the pan and dropped them in. A quick step back was taken as she didn’t want any of the sizzling food to jump out of the pan and hit her latex arms or legs. Moving her right hand down, Kim felt her smooth black shiny legs and arms. What may have looked like material covering her body was in fact her actual skin. Oddly, each time she tried to think as to why she was so different, having latex skin, her mind seemed to wander to other things, in particular how to keep her owner happy.

Opening the refrigerator once more, Kim looked down for the steak she had prepped the night before. Noticing it on the bottom shelf, she bent over at the waist, and only the waist since her knees wouldn’t bend as instructed, and picked up the steak. As Kim bent over, her smooth and somewhat enlarged black shiny bottom stuck out, with a small white round bunny tail easily seen atop it. A sigh escaped, and a rush of air pushed out of her small nose in some frustration, as she knew the form was difficult to manage. However, if her owner was happy, then she was doing her job properly.

Placing the steak in the microwave, Kim clicked it on and took a deep breath. Her left hand idly moved over her crotch and knew she would need to ask for permission. Without seams, and with the “skin” covering her black latex pussy and back hole, she would need her owner to create the opening to relieve herself. It also didn’t help having small objects nestled in each opening, attached to the inside of her latex skin.

Placing the wooden tray on the brown marble counter, Kim prepped it with silverware, napkins, small cut fruit and other assorted items. Looking down at the counter wasn’t easy given the thick silver metal collar firmly around her neck. Similar to the outfit it too didn’t have an opening, and unless her owner thought otherwise, would remain permanently around her neck. A small large silver circle hung in the front and against the top of her chest.

After successfully moving the eggs and steak to the plate on the wooden tray, Kim placed the cooking utensils in the sink for later. I dew not zee cook-eengz just yet. Zhey will be, how vous say eet... hun-gree? Oui. Hung-ree. The voice inside her head always sounded odd, and whenever Kim tried to speak normally, both her thoughts and voice somehow forced out a foreign accent. It was something to think about later, always later.

Kim walked quickly across the wooden floor and into a small bathroom across from the kitchen of the average sized house. Another odd thought always seemed to cross her mind, which was how exactly such a high class experienced late 20-something maid like herself wound up in a middle-class neighborhood and smallish house. Vhy am moi not ee-n lux-ory mansion? With another sigh, that too would need to be left to later as she had to finish her morning duties.

The small bathroom had a sink and toilet, with an addition of a full length mirror on the wall. It was something added to allow Kim to look herself over before presenting herself. The tight blonde bun sitting on top of her head was perfect, and not a hair out of place. A small white frill sat atop her blonde head. Looking to her face, her rabbit-like skin-toned floppy ears lifted slightly and then fell as she let them relax.

Moving her eyes down, the black latex skin covered her body from just below her nose and down. Kim still had a mouth, but that was sealed behind her skin with a small gag forced in and attached to the inner side. Zee maid can speakz only w’hen allowed. It was something her owner had conditioned and only they could somehow create that opening too. The ability to alter her skin always amazed Kim, and aside from magic she could never quite figure out how else they were able to do it.

Blinking a few times to ensure her long lashes were clearly visible, Kim brought her hands up to her enlarged chest. Within her lay two large implants which created large curves that the hardened corset-like skin of her lower back was able to support. The hardened skin was another reason bending at the waist was necessary. With some enthusiasm, Kim straightened the black and white short skirt to complete her seemingly permanent maid outfit.

The maid turned around, entered the kitchen and picked up the tray. Kim felt more energetic than usual, likely due to having gotten a good night’s sleep. The vac-bed she slept in always seemed as if it should be uncomfortable, but Kim had been falling asleep quickly and only waking next when the sun rose and the bed slowly, as if on its own, allowed her to start moving again. The room her “bed” had been placed in was a cleaned-out closet on the second floor. There was a small alarm clock on the floor next to her bed, but her internal alarm always seemed to get her up before the alarm went off.

As Kim walked down the hall, the clicking of her heels again broke the otherwise silent house. Stopping at the dining table in the adjacent room, Kim put the tray down and adjusted any items which had shifted. Zhey may want to do zee eeat-ing ‘ere an’ not zee bedz-room. The maid walked up the stairs, slowly, and made it to the second floor.

A deep breath was inhaled and exhaled as Kim stared at the beautiful woman on the wall. It was a large picture of what was likely her other owner that she hadn’t yet met. However, it unnerved Kim slightly due to a striking resemblance to herself. Per’haps zhey like a zertain look?

The second floor had several rooms all centered around the main hallway. There were a couple of bedrooms, and other rooms filled with books or exercise equipment. Her owners’ bedroom was down the hall, past her room and closet, which she began walking towards.

Ooof! A loud grunt escaped as Kim’s right arm quickly rose to meet the wall which she was suddenly about to crash into. Taking a few steps back, after regaining her balance, the maid looked down to see what her heels had just knocked into. A look of confusion overcame her as her eyebrows furrowed momentarily. Three boxes messily lay on the floor, as if they had contained outfits. The front of each box had a small plastic display which allowed someone to see the contents inside the box.

Perzon-ahl latex maid? One box had text and an image of a maid in an outfit almost identical to her own. The large writing at the top made it clear it was a latex maid outfit, with random accessories, including gags and plugs. The other box was small, and had a picture of a silver collar and two people, one of which seemed to be giving commands to the other. Robo-babe? And... what zhis? Rab-eet-girl? The look of confusion dissipated after a few more moments. Kim had more important matters to attend to, and figuring out why the props that were in the box looked exactly like her outfit, or how the boxes got on the floor to begin with, could wait for later.

Reaching her owners’ door, Kim knocked gently to get their attention. A clear “wait, one moment” was heard, and Kim’s body froze, obeying the command, wanting to be a good servant. Hearing “come in” made her body unfreeze, allowing her to walk in.

Walking in, Kim moved to just beyond the door, and looked over at her owner in the bed. The blankets were strewn everywhere and Kim even wondered if there was another body under the blanket, or if it was just the bulk of it causing it to look big. Another feeling of familiarity suddenly greeted her. The bedroom felt as if she should be sleeping in it, and the room overall felt comfortable. Her daze was interrupted as once again her mind gave a push and reminded her she had duties to tend to.

How you sayz eet... Ah! Break-feest. Oui, break-feest eez ready. As if like clockwork Kim walked towards the windows and opened the shades to let more light in. Walking back towards the door, Kim turned to face her owner. Bringing her hands to each side of her skirt, she pulled it up slightly, crossed her legs, dipped her head and gave a slight curtsy. Kim froze and waited in her pose.

My prompt above is just an idea about how to start the roleplay, and there are many paths and ways to move forward. All of my RPs heavily include transformations, and I generally play consensual or dub-con. I very rarely play non-con.

For the other character, the Owner can be male or female or anything in between. My initial idea is that the main characters are partners and used mind and body altering outfits (perhaps even without realizing it) to change things up. It doesn't necessarily need to be that (other characters or relationships could be involved) and I'm certainly open to other ideas. I'd also be quite happy playing the other character and starting the Owner! Overall, the general setup can be modified (send your ideas!) and the transformations and subsequent story open for discussion.

The style above is also how I usually roleplay and write posts, and I’m seeking the same. My posts are usually very detailed, long-ish (the intro above is, however, a little longer (~50%) than I usually post and respond with), and there can easily be some time between responses due to ever-changing schedules and a somewhat chaotic and busy real-life. I know this isn't most people’s usual style, but feel free to reach out if you’re up for it.

As with any of my roleplays, I’m primarily looking for:

Story-driven (usually rated G or R)
Contains many types of transformations as the story progresses
Very detailed (multi-para is an understatement)
Long-term, with a story and not a simple scene
Third-person preferred

My transformation interests (in no particular order):

Body part steal / swap / absorption / movement
Attribute or trait steal / swap / absorption
Reality shifts
Multiple / less body parts
Race changes (possibly including speech and communication issues)
General body modifications (breast, genitalia, etc...)
Mind / personality changes
Partial animals
Some inanimate / dollification
Some gender
Latex / rubber skin
Light humiliation or teasing
Many others, due to the depth of TF's available

Not interested in the following (sorry!):

Anything filthy or non-con, such as vore, death, rape
Crossdressing / Sissification
Furries
(Unrealistic) Inflation / Expansion
Giantess / Shrinking

If you find any of this or any of my other posts interesting just send a direct message!

P.S. Please (please!) if you're going to send a message, at least let me know what you're interested in, such as characters, changes, story line etc... A sentence or two just saying you're interested doesn't really move us forward.

Submitted January 14, 2018 at 11:00AM by TFRoleplay http://ift.tt/2r5NS7g dirtypenpals

Thursday, December 28, 2017

[M4F] The morning after or There goes my 5-star rider rating dirtypenpals

Ugh...

I groaned awaken, my slumber interrupted by the sunlight streaming in through the blinds of the big bay window in the bedroom. I rolled over and covered my head with the pillow, willing the sharp point of a headache that was driving into the space between my eyebrows to go away for just a moment.

There had been vodka. So, so many vodkas. Two glasses of wine at dinner with clients had turned into vodka tonics at some trendy bar downtown, which had turned into a stop at 7-11 for more liquor, this time in one of those cheap plastic bottles, and that had lead to vomiting in the Uber. That was really going to kill my rider rating. Whatever, it had been a shitty car anyway. Some bullshit Toyota Camry that was probably made before 2005. The vomit probably improved it.

The headache wasn't going away. Instead, it was now radiating to throb behind my eyes. I needed Advil and a bottle of water. Unfortunately, both of those things were in the kitchen. And the kitchen was very far away.

"Sharon!" I bellowed. If she was going to open the damn blinds, she could have at least brought me some water. I waited a couple of seconds and, getting no response, yelled again "SHARON!"

Nothing. I removed the pillow from my head and sat up in the bed. I reached out to steady myself on a nearby throw pillow as the room swam around me. Wait, the throw pillows shouldn't still be on the bed. Sharon always dutifully removed them from the bed before we went to sleep at night, then replaced them in the morning once we were both up and around.

"Sharon?" I winced as the sound of my own voice worsened my headache. "Where the fuck are you?" I mumbled as I turned and attempted to get out of bed. As I turned, I noticed the dresser. Drawers were flung open and clothes were hanging out of them. There were even clothes piled on the floor. "The fuck...." My brow crinkled in confusion.

Sharon, my wife, was your prototypical neat freak. Every thing had its place and every place had its thing. It had annoyed me when I'd first met her 25 years ago, but now it was such a fact of my life that when clutter and disarray existed in our home it was almost discomforting. It definitely wasn't like here to just leave laundry laying on the floor. "Sharon?" I padded softly across the bedroom toward the door leading out to the living room and, beyond that, the kitchen. It was only then that I realized I was still in my clothes from the night before. What had been a neatly pressed pair of slacks and an equally unwrinkled button-down now were a rumpled mess that looked like...well like they had been slept in. At least I'd managed to kick my loafers off before getting into bed. I wondered, off hand, if I'd done that in the garage. They probably had vomit on them. Christ, if I'd tracked that into my house, I was a dead man.

There was no sign of Sharon in the kitchen either. No sign of anyone really. Shep, our labrador wasn't even there to greet me. It was probably well past time for his walk. Maybe he would come if I called and then something in the world would make sense. "Shep!" I called. Nothing. I tried whistling, but the high pitched sound made me wince even more than my own voice had. Still nothing though. Maybe Sharon had taken Shep on his walk. That would explain why they weren't here, right?

I stumbled into the kitchen, keeping myself balanced by leaning against every piece of furniture between the door to the bedroom and the refrigerator. Throwing open the door to the behemoth fridge, I took a moment to bask in the chilly air radiating from it. It felt so good against my face, especially on my left cheek, which stung rather oddly. I reached up and rubbed it, but felt nothing more than the stubble of my five o'clock shadow. "Hmm," I grunted bemusedly.

I grabbed a bottle of water from one of the shelves and opened it before taking several long swallows. The water felt good, but it wasn't really doing anything for my headache. I reached in and grabbed a second bottle and was about to close the fridge and go in search of some Advil when I was startled by a voice behind me.

"Are you okay?"

So, who are you? Sharon, the wife? The daughter? A neighbor? Someone else entirely? It's up to you!

Submitted December 28, 2017 at 09:00PM by corporealaubergine http://ift.tt/2pPebOH dirtypenpals

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

M4F - Spying on my roommate. dirtypenpals

When I put up the ad for a roommate, I certainly wasn't expecting you.

You sent me an email with your social media accounts and the girl I saw blew me away. Nearly 3 million followers on everything. Plenty of revealing photos. Incredibly sexy. Nothing nude or anything.

I thought it was joke. There's no way this woman would be looking for a roommate. I told her if it wasn't clear, I was a guy. She said it didn't matter. Yeah, it's a joke. Someone playing a prank on me. Probably one of my idiot friends. Imagine my shock when you actually showed up.

You're one of those girls that guys are afraid to approach. Either because they assume you're taken by someone with much more money then they have. A professional athlete or something. The guys that do approach you are the douchebags you used to make fun of in high school and college. You don't have patience for them.

The apartment is big, kitchen, dining room, living room make up the main bulk in the middle, one room is on the left side, one on the right. Both have their own bathroom. The bedrooms are not right next to each other.

It's modestly furnished, a sectional sofa, coffee table, big TV mounted on the wall. A dining room table big enough for four people. Big refrigerator.

I invite you in and we start the interview.

I'm not a bad looking guy, 6'2", around 200 pounds, black hair, blue eyes. I keep myself in decent shape.

The interview goes well and I tell you can move in whenever you want. It takes about a week before you get everything into your room. I get a notification on my phone, you posted a new picture.

It's titled, 'New Apartment! Yay.' You're in your bra and yoga pants. I recognize the room. I can't believe this is happening.

No rape, violence, humiliation, scat, animals.

Submitted December 28, 2017 at 02:52AM by JustForKiks12 http://ift.tt/2l7r8yD dirtypenpals

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

25M4(A Playing BIMBO) The Most BIMBO-Y Time of The Year! dirtypenpals

Look, the color scheme has changed on DPP. It freaked me out at first, but now I'm feeling fairly festive. This is the beginnings of a BIMBO HOLIDAY SEASON, but if that isn't your cup 'o' cocoa, then take a gander at my post history! All my past posts are open and up for discussion!

Without further ado!

Kinklist

Mrs. CLAUS

Santa delivers the presents, but Mrs. Claus delivers the goods. This holly-jolly bimbo jiggles her tits to come down chimney instead of her nose and gives a solid fucking to all the good boys who ask for her! If you hear the pitter-patter of high-heeled feet on the rooftop at night, you might just find a festively lingerie clad Mrs. Claus lounging under your tree! Applicant Mrs. Claus must be fond of finding cock under mistletoe, icing on her cookies, and not mind actually wrapping herself as a present every once in a while.

Frosty-Tits the SnowBIMBO

She had big, round snow-tits, and a thick snow-ass that could be seen from the highway, but when that pink lace bra was put around her tits, some sort of magic happened that day! She sprung to life in the most sexy-snowy way, ready to have all sorts of adventures until March would come melt her away. *Applicants to play Frosty-Tits must love the color pink, be more than happy without clothes outside, and be fond of saying "Happy Birthday" in the most slutty of ways.

Lazy Thanksgiving

Your step-aunt must be waiting on all the leftovers from Thanksgiving to be gone before she finally departs for the middle of nowhere. This particular step-aunt, however, is definitely a slut, and you've caught her sucking cock by refrigerator light in the middle of the kitchen five times now this week. It's definitely time for her to either leave, or share the love with her host. Step-Aunts must be exceptionally thiCC MILFs who have no idea that the only reason they are being kept around is because of how good she looks on all fours with a cock in her ass. Step-Aunts must be fond of anal, high-heels, and baking with only an apron on.

New Year's BIMBO

They screamed in the corner as they popped another bottle of champagne. Immediately one of the ditzy blonde dove on it like a cock that could cure her inability to make it past her freshman year of university without sucking off three TAs in the bathroom before her final exams. She drained the foam off the end of the bottle and left a little bit to trickle down between her exposed fake tits. "My resolution is to suck more cock!" She yelled and her friend cheered. How many more bottles would it take to turn that club into an outright New Year's Orgy? New Year's Bimbos must come clad in black evening wear, be prepared to fuck on the table, and be absolutely ok with sucking cock in a bathroom because "I fucking need this".

BIMBOWIFE CHRISTMAS PACKAGE

Ever want to absolutely transform any woman into the woman of your dreams for Christmas? Well, the BIMBOWIFE Christmas Package is for you! Place the earpiece on any woman, and watch her change before your eyes in to the perfect, Christmas-themed Bimbo Stepford Wife experience! This massive transformation is likely only going to be around for the holidays, so be sure to place your orders now! BIMBOWIVES should be ready for stark transformations in both appearance and attitude. BIMBOWIVES can either be submissive or dominant, so be sure to tell the order-er which role you are wanting to fulfill!

If you have any ideas at all about creating a Winter Holiday themed prompts! I'd love to write with you, even if it's just to brainstorm!

Submitted December 05, 2017 at 11:05PM by breaksthingseasily http://ift.tt/2zODXmL dirtypenpals

Saturday, November 25, 2017

F4A - Prompts to Make the Bones Strong: Milkable Mammaries and the Girls Who Have Them dirtypenpals

Goddamn I'm getting better and better with titles. DPP should have an end of year contest so I can enter and win the shit out of it. Anyway let's talk about big ol' juggz and how they deserve to be felt and groped.

No, I haven't gotten a boob job recently

Work is abuzz. Little Eirika, famed for being a board her entire life, suddenly shows up Monday morning with tits. Not breasts, but tits. Her pre-pubescent a-cups have suddenly become a set of voluptuous, swinging Ds, and honestly.... are they still getting bigger? She showed up with a little bit of cleave showing, but as the day continues everyone and their mother that sees her can swear that her buttons are straining more and more... although no one is really paying any attention to those, considering her nipples are attempting to rip through her shirt and her ass is playing a similar game with the pencil skirt she's suddenly developed a fondness for.... also did she forget how to read? I know that's not related to any of the boob stuff, but I saw her trying to read a sign, mouth agape and eyes wide, for like thirty minutes. Generally I wouldn't care, but it was a stop sign.

This prompt is all about bimbofication. The reasons why could be explored if that's your thing (personally I'd like to thing I got a big, sticky, messy creampie from a fat futa cock and this is the result) but I'm also open to talking about the awkward situations caused by my breasts expanding, how easy it is to trick to me into doing just about anything, and how I'm so fucking horny that I can't keep my fingers out of my cunt. Y'know, bimbo stuff.

Woman to Woman, Can I Ask You for a Favor?

Eirika was sweating bullets when she came up to you. Her eyes were going wide like she was about to start having a panic attack, and her breathing was unusually heavy... probably due to her large, heaving chest. She phrased the question like she was going to reveal some secret ailment, but you already knew as soon as she walked up. Her nipples were poking clear through her bra, and long dark lines were running down her shirt. Though you couldn't see it, something similar was happening as a veritable fountain of unidentifiably sticky girl juices ran down both legs. All you could do was smile wickedly and ask her in your most innocent, teasing voice what was wrong, and what you could do for her.

"I just need you to come somewhere private and help me, please."

"Of course, but can I just ask what it is first?"

"Oh fuck off and help me, I'm fucking dying here man."

"Eirika that's no way to ask for help. Just tell me what's wrong."

Eirika spoke so loudly and urgently that you could swear people heard her talk in China.

"I need you to fucking milk me right now."

Heh. Milking. Everyone's favorite activity. This would be a public prompt wherein you would take me someplace secluded, pull my top down, and tease me until I was putty in your hands before milking me. I'd like this to include a lot of orgasm control, humiliation, and other fun stuff since I can't milk myself and you're a cruel motherfucker.

The Milkmaid

(A classic, really)

She arrived in a box, roughly the size of a refrigerator. Overnight freight of course, though the company graciously covers the shipping cost given the delicate nature of the cargo. Installation and setup is simple. Take a box cutter, slice the tape, and behold the newest fixture for your kitchen.

She's slightly softer than any given girl, with thick thighs and an a deliciously thick booty to boot. Her size 36J breasts hang pendulous, the nipples capped with what looks like a little locking clamp. Between her legs hangs a 14 inch cock, so long and thick that even at full mast it has a slight bow in the middle. A similar locking mechanism strangles her cock and balls, keeping her deliciously creamy juices inside. Her eyes are blindfolded. Her mouth is gagged. The vibrator in her ass is so strong you can almost hear it when you open the box.

Thankfully, she comes with some convenient display apparatus. Handcuffs and hooks if you'd like to hang her by her wrists, or some bar cuffs and rope if you'd rather have her on the floor.

Just don't lose the keys, otherwise those clamps will never come off, and the poor girl might just burst.

This one is pretty simple. If you're the type of person who wants to play this, I don't even need to explain my kinks. Orgasm denial, treating me like an object, all of it. Also sexual injuries are covered under the warranty, no questions asked.

Well, that's it for today DPP. Come, talk with me about the breasts that I wish I had. Futas and ladies to the front of the line, of course. Especially futa.

Please be futa.

Also if you have another milking based RP in the same vein as these, shoot me a message explaining it, and we just might be able to play it!

Hugs and Dicks DPP,

/u/weirdsexthingsgirl

Submitted November 26, 2017 at 12:20AM by weirdsexthingsgirl http://ift.tt/2i3aGRD dirtypenpals

Thursday, November 16, 2017

M4F Changing it up just a little dirtypenpals

Let’s flip the script just a little.

You brush you hair one last time trying to get it prefect. You are running late...I will be there in ten minutes...you won’t be ready. A splash of perfume a little make up. Nails already done from a prepaid day at the spa, flowers delivered this morning by your bed, with a note saying “looking forward to tonight” next to it.

It’s our 3rd date. The doorbell rings “let yourself in your yell from upstairs!” You are Now late. Rushing just a tad due to excitement more than anything, you put your dress (outfit) on. It’s the one I told you to wear. After the most romantic, passionate, sexually adventurous night of your life, I pushed your messy hair to the side and looked into those beautiful eyes and in a deep soothing voice said, “next time don’t wear that dress (pointing to a dress maybe a size to small you wore that night), your ass would look good in anything hun, and your boobs will still be heavenly no matter what you wrap them in. I want you in your favorite outfit, no matter it is, with whatever underneath you feel most sexy in. I want you to walk down your stairs and greet me at your door just like that. And I want you to greet me with that smile girl, that smile...I would kill for that smile”

Putting on the heels is a minor struggle they are high and strappy and honestly a pain the ass, but they go with the outfit.

Walking down the stairs you are ten minutes late. You begin to apologize before your three steps down only to hear “it’s no big deal at all hun...my god you look beautiful”

You smile.

“Oh boy who do I got to go murder now.” You land on the bottom step. “Wait on sec hun, now you can’t tell me those are your favorite shoes.”

You look at me. “Sit down” I say gently. Sitting on the bottom step I proceed to take off your strappy heels and slip on a pair of flats that were sitting by the door. You start to protest...”relax, your ass will still grab a hold of my eyes like a magnet to a refrigerator dear...plus you getting to tall, nothing cuter than a girl having to be on her tip toes to kiss me”

Helping you to your feet, you do just that giving me a peck on the lips.

I take you to the fanciest steakhouse in the city, maybe you are undressed but you prettiest girl in the whole damn place, so it really doesn’t matter. Light footies under the table, a special slice of cake for the lady after.

In the hotel room over looking the city it finally breaks, that sexual tension of wanting each other, the need the passion and desire to want every ounce of the other person. I carry you down the hallway legs wrapped around my body, lips pressed together tongues dancing. Pretty sure we bumped into an older couple as we raced down the hallway. I apologized as you sucked on my lip. We enter the room and...

...

Wanted to flip the script just a little and go more passionate. One big thing, I don’t want any pictures or celebs or you having me decide who you look like. You look beautiful all by yourself you don’t need to pretend to be anyone else for this prompt at least. I would love a description of you, no age, race, weight or height restrictions on this prompt.

Also let me know what that outfit is for you. It’s important to me and it’s also important to hear how it makes you feel that confidence in comfort is a big turn on.

Hard no: watersports, hard BDSM, scat, blood, humiliation

Yess: anal, toys (for you), light bondage, rough sex, name calling, couple more stuff I can’t think of.

All yeses open for being removed if you aren’t comfortable with them.

Submitted November 17, 2017 at 06:01AM by Bandit102 http://ift.tt/2zJecri dirtypenpals

Monday, November 6, 2017

[F4M] Earth girls are easy. (Be my Star-Lord!💜) dirtypenpals

Another seedy dive bar full of criminals and thieves, another slum ridden rock floating aimlessly through the dark of space. It all began to get almost boring to her at this point. A string of easy to nab collars and a quick buck earned for her troubles. There was no excitement in her catches anymore. Although it wasn't as if she had much of a choice if she wanted to get paid. Nobody likes their job, anyways. Especially when it's the only thing they can do to put food on the table. Your only option is rarely appealing. Her current tail wasn't much different from the others. Some young punk wanted across the galaxy for a few petty crimes, but enough to be worth a good chunk of credits and get her through the next few months.

Maybe I'll be able to take a vacation, finally. The thought floated through her mind, nearly drowned out by the shitty excuse for music screeching through the air of the bar. Maybe I'll go home for a little while. That last part was just some sad joke she told herself, except the punchline stung. There was no going home. This was her life now. She took a hard swig of the disgusting brown liquid she convinced herself was not entirely unlike whiskey, emptying the glass and sliding it back to the hideous creature behind the bar. This time she called for something bright, fruity, and lacking in anything that would get her more than buzzed. She would likely need her wits about her for this one. He had a reputation.

It was only a few sips of her froofy drink before he sidled up to her at the bar. Like a moth to a flame. She thought, grinning outwardly to him with feigned innocence and a cloyingly sweet little "Hello". The hard part wasn't finding him hopping from city to city looking for something valuable to pocket. Nah, the hard part was shoving herself into this absolutely ridiculous brightly colored spandex outfit and dolling her hair up with gems and curls. It honestly took more time to get dressed than it did to track down where he had docked his ship.

A few sweet greetings, some bubbly and nearly brainless flirtation and she all but had him eating out of the palm of her hand. She thought offhandedly that he was more handsome in person than in his mug shots, but she dismissed that thought quickly and chalked it up to the crappy lighting in the bar. Crappy bar lighting was designed to make anyone look good. It wasn't long before his hand was on her thigh and his cheeks flushed with a tinge of pink from the drinks he was throwing back. This is almost too easy. I feel like I should be worried. She thought, taking a conservative sip from the rim of her froo-froo beverage. Nevertheless she took the chance when he leaned in, planting a sloppy drunken kiss on her brightly painted lips. The countdown began. Her kiss was almost as intoxicating as the drinks he'd put down. Likely due to the fact that she laced her lipstick before putting it on, a neat little trick she picked up from one of her former partners. In fact all of the glaring lights in the bar started to melt together and her face was haloed in a soft glow. Finally. Let's go, pretty boy. It was like taking candy from a baby. A big, drunk baby in a tacky red trench coat. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar and down the dark street.

~~~

By the time he started to snap out of his stupor he was locked in a cell barely big enough to fit two people standing. The bench he sat on was built into the wall of the ship and as cold as ice. When the world started to come back into focus it almost seemed like he was in the galley of a ship. How the hell you could go from a dive bar to a ship's galley with no recollection of the journey was beyond him in his haze. Things started to come into full focus as the sounds and smells of someone cooking filled the air. Something warm and... cinnamony? It had been far too long since he had tasted or smelled cinnamon. He must be imagining things. She slammed the door to the tiny refrigerator shut with her hips. Hips finally freed from the confines of those obnoxious spandex pants and swaying to the beat of music that he couldn't hear. That tacky red coat, his gun, his bag, and anything else he could possibly need to get out of that cage was tossed unceremoniously on the small table at the other end of the little galley in a pile. It was almost like a whole different person than the girl he schmoozed at the bar was standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot while she danced and hummed. Her spandex and gems were traded in for a pair of shorts, a loosely fitted tank top, and a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to see arms covered in collages of ink. Messy waves of black hair fell from a lazily tied up bun that threatened to shake loose with every shake of her hips. As she cooked, she started to sing, words to a song that he knew she shouldn't know.

"Oh, baby give me one more chance.." She sang, not entirely out of tune as she spooned out a generous helping of what looked like oatmeal into a mug. To the beat of the music playing through the headphones she wore, she sauntered over to the cage and slid the mug through a small hole between the cage and the floor. Sliding the headphones down to her neck she leaned against the counter, staring at him while she thought of which question she'd like answered first.

"Good, you're up. Where the hell did you get this?" She asked him, motioning to the walkman in the front pocket of her flannel shirt.

This is a repost. I never got to see this scenario panned out and I still would really love to, so I'll keep searching until I find that perfect partner.

Hello again, lovelies. If you made it to the end of that long winded intro then I commend you! Once again I've got a hankering for some deep space dicking and today I wandered into the Guardians of the Galaxy universe. This takes place in the storyline of the movie rather than the comic books. I know, I'm sorry to disappoint you comic purists, but I just have such a raging ladyboner for Chris Pratt that I can't help it. Tonight I want you to play my Star-Lord. Captured by a wily little Earth girl turned outer space bounty hunter. I am looking for a more long-term thing with this one and I'd love if we can take our time and enjoy the build up. Our responses don't have to be quite as long as this intro, but I don't really dig two sentence replies. You don't have to respond with an immediate reply, in fact I prefer to hash out details and tweak little details before we dive in. I prefer to write in third person(obviously) and even though I did so in the intro, I prefer if you don't write for my character and I won't write for yours. My only hard limits are bathroom stuff, incest, and blood/violence. My kinks are a long list but it's mostly revolving around bondage and rough stuff. I love power plays. I love submission. All of that good stuff. If you're curious about my kinks and want another taste of my writing style you can check my previous submissions. I've got a whole bunch. I hope to hear from you!

Submitted November 07, 2017 at 02:16AM by vidaquatica http://ift.tt/2yAbaFT dirtypenpals

Sunday, November 5, 2017

[M4A playing F] Hyper-hung nerd-boy vs. Strong female dom! dirtypenpals

Today I’m in the mood for something different. I dominate the vast majority of my roleplays, but I do have a submissive side I almost never get to indulge! And how often is a hyper-endowed guy played as a sub?

The following prompt is not mandatory. While I will happily use it, I mean it to be more of an example of my writing.

I’m looking for Amazons. The dom should be taller than my character (not hard considering that Chris is short) and athletic or muscular. Ideally, she won’t be Asian, but I’m not gonna say no for that reason alone. OCs and canon characters both welcome.

This is Chris. That link contains bio, kink list, and character art. Please note that for this scene I am playing him below default size settings, but will happily alter his numbers if you like. If you would prefer to dominate a stronger sub, there’s Raynor

Chris tapped his chin as he stared at the screen. His fingers tapped out the coup-de-grace:

And that’s why AMD still has a lot of catching up to do when it comes to the GPU market!

He smirked, quite pleased with himself. He stood up to his full, rather-impressive five-foot-four-inch height. Yes, many small children and lizards were quite impressed by his incredible stature! Chris brushed wild, jet-black hair out of his field of vision and wandered over to the refrigerator.

Chris pulled the waist of his basketball shorts upward and re-tied the drawstring, feeling his balls shift as he did so. The incredible weight of the cantaloupe-sized orbs and the accompanying Pringles-can-sized slab of flesh kept pulling them down. Of course, it didn’t help that his shorts were about three sizes too large to compensate for his sheer size, swimming on him in all areas but the crotch. Chris’s shirt was also too large, hanging limply from slender shoulders that were more corner than deltoid.

I think I’m gonna farm credits now, he mused, taking a seat and cracking open his Dr. Pepper. On the third monitor, he saw an email notification pop up. He opened it.

Apparently, his friend had told an acquaintance that he could fix her computer. She wanted him to look at it. He sighed, looking away and drumming his fingers on the desk. On the one hand, Chris was annoyed. He didn’t know her that well, and his gear wasn’t going to upgrade itself.

On the other hand, she was pretty—if large and intimidating, and as a friend of a friend there was some obligation..

Ugh. I guess I can at least take a look.

He sent an email:

I can take a look at it, but I’m not promising a miracle, and I’m pretty busy ATM. Is it a desktop? Where do you want to meet?

I am not looking for a cruel dom. I am not into things like heavy bondage, ball-busting, CBT, or degradation. I want to be a cherished sub, not an abused one. A little light abuse is okay. Insults having to do with how your character is better than mine are great, insults having to do with him being awful are not.

Most kinks, unless I said I’m not into it, are negotiable. I am into facesitting (especially if you’re sweaty), musk, strong women, hyper cocks/balls, and cum inflation. If you would like some cuckqueaning, Chris can have a smaller, weaker, obnoxious Korean girlfriend his mother set him up with.

The prompt is not set in stone and I am more than happy to discuss changes or a completely new one (especially in the case of canons). Need ideas for a scene? Check out my RP seeds.

Submitted November 06, 2017 at 10:18AM by raynor_lee http://ift.tt/2y4W1rV dirtypenpals

Saturday, November 4, 2017

[M4F] The shy awkward girl and the bold new neighbor (seduction, exp/inexp, possibly dubcon/noncon) dirtypenpals

You've been spending a few weeks every summer at your grandparents' house since you were a little girl. They live on the outskirts of a small town, on a big and very quiet piece of grassy land with the neighbors on either side an acre away. Some people would find it boring, but not you. After all, your whole life is boring. Dull. Unexciting. So you don't do anything much while you're here besides keep grandma company, but you don't mind. It gives you time to sit under the trees in the late summer heat and tap at your phone, or write in your diary.

You noticed him the first day you were there. He was painting his back deck; you could see him from where you sat under the tree, two hundred feet away. He'd moved in a few months before. He was older but not too old, and when he saw you watching and smiled and waved, you felt your face burning as you quickly pretended to be absorbed in your phone. You knew he continued to look at you for an extra few seconds, but you didn't dare look up. It felt so... wrong. And right. And dangerous. And exciting.

The third night was when you realized the window of your bedroom afforded a view of his expansive lawn, adjacent to your grandma's. And his pool. Wherein he was swimming laps back and forth, and then lounging, letting the last sunlight of the day evaporate the water off his broad shoulders and slightly muscled chest.

That image stayed with you later in the night, when you masturbated in your bed, holding your pillow to your face to muffle your whimpering moans. You knew it was silly to imagine an older man like that would even notice an awkward dork like you. And part of you felt ashamed to even be vaguely imagining him doing dirty things to you. But the greater part of you just can't help but fantasize about it.

The sixth morning you awoke to the faint sound of a lawn mower. You couldn't help but go to the window and open the curtains, and a hot shock went down your spine when you saw him, shirtless and sweating, pushing his lawnmower--not on his yard, but on your grandma's, only thirty feet from your second story window. You couldn't help but watch for a minute, and became so absorbed that at first you didn't notice when he stopped moving.

Then, with a start, you realize that not only has he stopped, but he's looking right at you, with a half smile on his face.

Another frozen moment hangs in the air before you suddenly remember with horror that all you're wearing is short athletic shorts and a bra. With an audible "Eep!" you slam the curtains shut so hard you almost tear them down and lean against the wall, almost hyperventilating. Minutes seem to pass as you hear the lawnmower stop operating. You're still trembling as you throw on a tank top and make your way downstairs. No one else is around; grandma, who always awoke long before you did, went out to run errands by herself.

What was I thinking?! you think to yourself scoldingly, walking slowly to the kitchen. You can't get the way he was looking at you out of your mind. You try to tell yourself he didn't actually see you, the sun would have been in his eyes, but you know better. And what is perhaps upsetting you most of all is that, deep down... you kind of liked the way he was looking at you.

Your hand just touches the refrigerator door when the doorbell rings.....

Submitted November 04, 2017 at 10:38PM by domfordpp2 http://ift.tt/2yuVaor dirtypenpals

Friday, October 27, 2017

[M4A playing F] Hyper-hung nerd-boy vs. Strong female dom! dirtypenpals

The following prompt is not mandatory. While I will happily use it, I mean it to be more of an example of my writing.

Chris tapped his chin as he stared at the screen. His fingers tapped out the coup-de-grace:

And that’s why AMD still has a lot of catching up to do when it comes to the GPU market!

I think I’m gonna farm credits now, he mused, taking a seat and cracking open his Dr. Pepper. On the third monitor, he saw an email notification pop up. He opened it.

On the other hand, she was pretty—if large and intimidating, and as a friend of a friend there was some obligation..

Ugh. I guess I can at least take a look.

He sent an email:

I can take a look at it, but I’m not promising a miracle, and I’m pretty busy ATM. Is it a desktop? Where do you want to meet?

The prompt is not set in stone and I am more than happy to discuss changes or a completely new one (especially in the case of canons). Need ideas for a scene? Check out my RP seeds.

Submitted October 28, 2017 at 08:04AM by raynor_lee http://ift.tt/2zWH50b dirtypenpals

Thursday, October 26, 2017

M4F - Backyard Gloryhole dirtypenpals

I just bought this house and found a note on the refrigerator. "Incredibly talented mouth on the other side of the hole in the fence every Thursday at 8am" it read. I'm John, 38 years old, married with 2 kids. I'm 6'4" 200lbs with a bit of a dad bod and an 10" BBC.

Who is on the other side of the fence? A MILF? A barely 18 year old teen? Or two?

Kinks: Public/Oral/Rough sex, cum play, nipple play, lingerie/panties Limits: Kids, death, animals etc..

Submitted October 26, 2017 at 08:20PM by Johndoe603 http://ift.tt/2liU3SE dirtypenpals

Sunday, October 22, 2017

[M4F] The morning after or Why vomiting in an Uber is never good. dirtypenpals

Ugh...

"Sharon!" I bellowed. If she was going to open the damn blinds, she could have at least brought me some water. I waited a couple of seconds and, getting no response, yelled again "SHARON!"

"Are you okay?"

So, who are you? Sharon, the wife? The daughter? A neighbor? Someone else entirely? It's up to you!

Submitted October 22, 2017 at 05:42PM by corporealaubergine http://ift.tt/2yBwNoF dirtypenpals

Friday, October 20, 2017

M4F - Backyard Glory Hole dirtypenpals

Who is on the other side of the fence? A MILF? A barely 18 year old teen? Or two?

Kinks: Public/Oral/Rough sex, cum play, nipple play, lingerie/panties Limits: Kids, death, animals etc..

Submitted October 20, 2017 at 05:14PM by Johndoe603 http://ift.tt/2gpfnR9 dirtypenpals

M4F - Backyard Glory Hole dirtypenpals

Who is on the other side of the fence? A MILF? A barely 18 year old teen? Or two?

Kinks: Public/Oral/Rough sex, cum play, nipple play, lingerie/panties Limits: Kids, death, animals etc..

Submitted October 20, 2017 at 05:14PM by Johndoe603 http://ift.tt/2gpfnR9 dirtypenpals

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

[M4F] "That was a super fun game of Carcassonne. But now I want you to teach me to suck your husband's cock." dirtypenpals

Fishnet mesh bites into your thighs as you bend over the cabinet and haul out a couple board games. You line them up on the table with their titles clearly visible next to the wine and condoms and lube. "Never thought I'd set up for game night like this," you think to yourself. Upstairs your husband's been in the shower for 30 minutes, turning the water off and on with long pauses between - the sound of manscaping.

He's been talking about his bi fantasies for almost a year now, wanting to experience the powerful feeling of having a man take his contact into his mouth, of seeing him lay down in front of him with his ass in the air, cheeks spread, waiting. You've been encouraging him to find someone, but none of his efforts led to an encounter until tonight.

He'd answered a Craigslist ad by another curious husband who, though not interested in getting fucked, was cock-obsessed, and who specifically about having a wife or girlfriend show him the ropes on how to please her partner. While your husband was a little disappointed not to get to fulfill all his fantasies, this sounded hot to you, and the guys hit it off really well. All three of you are avid gamers, so after a few messages, a game night that transitions into a blowjob lesson came to be.

Just as you open the refrigerator to pull out the snack tray, the doorbell rings....

(My limits are scat, urine, and blood.)

Submitted October 18, 2017 at 12:31PM by my_kink http://ift.tt/2yrr1Wu dirtypenpals

Monday, October 16, 2017

[GM4M] I can't stop thinking about my roommate's pussy. (Oh, and did I mention my roommate is a guy?) dirtypenpals

The eight words that led to the revelation that changed everything were: Hey, I didn't want to say anything, but...

It had been about a month since you'd moved in. The rent in the gentrified apartment building was too high to handle by myself; I'd moved in with my ex before she became my ex, and when she moved out, I'd needed the quickest, most reliable roommate I could find. You were a few years younger and still had the party-boy, care-free affect of a recent college graduate, but the agency downtown where you did graphic design had a good reputation and paid well. I could fairly be accused of being a bit uptight and straitlaced—junior architect stereotypes and all, guilty and all—but I couldn't be accused of lacking pragmatism. I could make it work.

At first, my gratitude at finding a roommate had eclipsed our differences. I put up with cereal bowls left on the counter with standing milk. I tolerated sharing the beer in the refrigerator. When your girlfriend came around, I stayed out of the way even if it meant sequestering myself in my room. You stayed up later than me, seemed not to notice how you stomped around on the hardwood floors, and worked from home more often than I expected.

I suppressed my complaints or grievances, which made it all the more surprising when you came to me with a complaint. You were standing in the doorway to my room, grey fleece lounge pants and a navy shirt you'd designed with the solar system and dotted lines representing the paths of satellites since the 1950s. A roll of toilet paper bounced from one hand to the other and back.

"Hey, I didn't want to say anything, but..."

You said it anyway. I hadn't replaced the toilet paper, and I'd left the toilet seat up. I must have had a look on my face like I couldn't understand why you were making a big deal out of it, so you revealed to me what I hadn't known before I allowed you to move in—that you didn't have a cock.

"You..." I began, swallowing the rest of the sentence before getting it back out of the depths of my stomach. "You don't have a cock? Are you kidding?"

The answer there, of course, was no. You explained that you were born with a condition—that you'd never had a penis, that you'd always had a vagina. You'd always felt like a guy, and your body had even developed masculinely. You just happened to be a guy who had a pussy.

That night, sensing my mind was still struggling to wrap itself around your secret, you picked up beer and ordered pizza and told me I could ask whatever I wanted. The truth was my mind had been racing all day with questions, but I didn't want to come off as a pervert.

Under your careful and skeptical gaze, I played dumb and barely asked anything. A question about the degree of struggle you felt in your everyday life and a question about whether you were completely functional or not. Then I asked about your girlfriend and how that worked.

You grinned widely, shaking your head a little at what I'd just walked into. "Let's just say," you started before taking a large swig of your beer, "that what I lack in the dick department, she more than makes up for, y'know?"

I froze, dumbfounded. My thoughts really began to race as you helped yourself to another slice of pizza and flipped the channel from a muted public broadcasting news program to a baseball game.

This story is, at its core, three characters: you, the bro-ish graphic designer who was born with a pussy instead of a cock; me, the straitlaced architect who's going to be tortured by thoughts and curiosities and eagerness to know more about you but doesn't want to seem perverted; and your girlfriend, whose character we can flesh out together but is a girl who was born with a cock instead of a pussy. I'm interesting in playing a GM though (hope I'm using that term correctly), and would love to bring lots of characters into this slice-of-life setting.

What might complicate this—and perhaps turn away a few people—is that I don't want your character and my character to end up together at any point. What really intrigues me about this dynamic is an otherwise straight guy becoming more and more curious, but never able to act because your character identifies as straight and has a girlfriend. He'll have lots of questions though, and detailed conversation and furtive glances can be at the heart of their interactions.

You and your girlfriend might relish the chance to let your guards down around me since you likely hide your truths from the rest of the world, either oblivious or completely aware how the two of you are wondrously exotic and fill me with questions and urges and fantasies. Maybe my character eventually gets a girlfriend who adds some interesting contributions to double-dating. There's a lot of room to explore and grow this story for the right partner.

Obviously I'm willing to talk out the dimensions of this. Drop me a line if you're even marginally interested, 18+, and into exploration gender in literate ways.

Submitted October 17, 2017 at 05:44AM by vdude2 http://ift.tt/2xKq9N7 dirtypenpals

Saturday, October 14, 2017

M4F - Back Yard Glory Hole dirtypenpals

I just bought this house and found a note on the refrigerator. "Incredibly talented mouth on the other side of the hole in the fence every Thursday at 8am" it read.

I'm John, 38 years old, married with 2 kids. I'm 6'4" 200lbs with a bit of a dad bod and an 10" BBC.

Who is on the other side of the fence? A MILF? A barely 18 year old teen? Or two?

Kinks: Public/Oral/Rough sex, cum play, nipple play, lingerie/panties Limits: Kids, death, animals etc..

Submitted October 14, 2017 at 11:39PM by Johndoe603 http://ift.tt/2wW2DIu dirtypenpals