roleplay
Advice and information on roleplay and an exploration of how technology will revolutionize roleplay.
Unexpected Reunion . Content Warning.
Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter The evening air was crisp as I laced up my running shoes, preparing for my usual jog around the neighborhood. I had returned to my hometown for a short vacation, eager to escape the monotony of city life. The familiar streets brought back memories—some sweet, some bittersweet—but I hadn’t expected one of those memories to come alive in front of me.
By Chahat Kaur10 months ago in Filthy
A Lonely Mother's Tale. Content Warning.
Jill Strasburg stood in her sons' driveway and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the object sitting in front of her sons' garage door. Matthew stood on the front stoop and watched his mother; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front door what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, Matt thought, I should have put the damn thing in the garage.
By Tusher Khan10 months ago in Filthy
Resetting Renatta
She was feeling violet and irritable. She wanted to fight. It had been a bad morning, followed by a bad afternoon, followed by a bad evening. Anything and everything had gone wrong. It felt like every neuron in her entire body was firing at once. She walked in the door and dropped her purse on the table. Fuck this shit.
By Karen LaRue10 months ago in Filthy
A Moonlit Rendezvous
Luna looked around. She liked being out here after dark. It made her feel mysterious and powerful. She was dressed in her best goth outfit. A long, black lace skirt and fishnet thigh highs, her black platform patent leather boots, and a latex corset that made her ample chest pop out so far that her breasts were almost at her chin. Her makeup was thick and dark, with little hearts on her cheekbones and perfectly winged eyeliner. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by two hair sticks, crossed at the top. Her perfume was exotic, with notes of myrrh and sandalwood. She wore a blood drop choker and matching earrings, with black rubber bracelets on both wrists. She had decided to go without panties. It would be easier that way.
By Karen LaRue10 months ago in Filthy
The Psychology of Sexting: Why Dirty Texts Feel So Damn Good. AI-Generated.
You Up? Yeah… Your Brain Definitely Is. There’s something about a flirty message that hits different. One minute you're minding your business, the next you're spiraling into erotic daydreams over two sentences and a perfectly placed smirk emoji. Welcome to sexting—the art of arousal via thumbs. Sure, it's hot. But it’s also neurologically addictive, emotionally rich, and evolutionarily fascinating. Because beneath all that cheeky banter lies a cocktail of anticipation, imagination, validation, and yes, dopamine. Let’s talk about why sexting isn’t just fun—it’s psychological foreplay at its finest.
By PrimeHorizon10 months ago in Filthy
Layla Lays Down the Law
His socks are on the floor. Again. Every day she picks up after him before she goes to work. Every day he spends all of his extra time playing video games. Sure, they both have full time jobs, but she has two. She comes home and does everything. She’s so frustrated, and so tired of talking to a blank wall.
By Karen LaRue10 months ago in Filthy
Shadows of Power: Gibson’s Role
The city skyline glittered like a crown of stars beyond the towering glass walls of Mark Donald’s office, a penthouse suite that overlooked a world he’d built with steel and ambition. At sixty-three stories, the Donald Enterprises building was a monument to his legacy—a legacy Katty had spent eight years shaping as his personal secretary. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of leather and ink, the hum of the city muted by the soundproof windows. Mark sat at his desk, his silver hair catching the glow of the desk lamp as he scribbled notes on a merger proposal. Katty stood beside him, her auburn hair pinned in a sleek chignon, her charcoal suit hugging her frame with a precision that mirrored her role: efficient, indispensable, invisible when she needed to be.
By Great pleasure11 months ago in Filthy
