r/DPPprofiles • u/tricky_roleplays • 7h ago
Tricky Roleplays NSFW
**I’m a 34 year old male \[M4F\] writer in the EST time zone with a deep love of roleplay. In this post I intend to riff a bit on my kinks, why I love them, and some writing samples surrounding them. Please note this is a work in progress.**
**All I ask is if you like this, upvote. If you hate it, downvote! Feel free to leave a comment. I want to improve my writing, so feedback is appreciated.**
**My hope is for those who care to read this post, it may confirm if I’m a good fit or match for you in terms of being a writing partner! I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, hell most of us aren’t until we peel back the layers of social niceties to see the proof in the pudding, which is someone’s writing. How they describe scenes, the level of detail they give, the effort in which they try to satisfy you. At the end of the day a response from me is to invoke in you something that can’t be ignored. Something that sends your synapses spinning, to the point that you feel invested in the moment.**
**No single kink is required. Most of the time I will enquire to one of you wonderful prompt writers based on how you write. Some of you are absolutely amazing with how you set a scene or premise. To you all, I hope these excerpts excite you!**
**Bimbos: this is a complicated one, hence why I want to address it first. I love the fakeness of the aesthetic and the pursuit of sexual perfection. The ditzy, naive, bubbly aspects are secondary. It can be fun! I enjoy a good “it’s not cheating if” prompt, but a woman that is just dripping with the confidence that she is the sexiest creature to exist is… intoxicating.**
**Excerpt “The Rave Bimbo”:**
**“\\\*oh jeesusss fuuuckinngg christ\\\*”**
**The feeling of her plush enhanced lips wrapped around my throbbing member. The friction of those trophy wife-esque lips as she started to bob her head along with the beat of the music around us. Tucked away from the uproar of the music festival, a vip suite spot a ‘friend’ had gotten for her to relax in.**
**We hadn’t even made it to the couch, the moment the door closed she stopped to her knees. Seizing my cock like it was a reward for a hard days work. Her mouth suctioned around me as he locked eyes with me, taking my entire length deep into her needy mouth with the practiced technique of a pornstar. Her massive tits almost bursting from the tube top, the silicone orbs swinging as she teased me with them.**
**With a wink and the audible \\\*POP\\\* of the vacuum like suction releasing around me.**
**“I’m going to love feeling this big \\\*fucking\\\* dick between them” a smirk, a small giggle, and a pout as she took me back into her waiting mouth.**
**\\\~End\\\~**
**MILFS: A woman in her sexual prime. Confident, curvy, and knowing exactly what she wants. Maybe she’s oblivious to her sexual attraction, the kind of heat that washes over a man as she walks into a room, thinking that her best years are behind her. Or… she knows her appeal, the gravitational pull she has when she enters a space.**
**Excerpt “Havoc at the Nude Beach”: (My take on a prompt on DPP I saw recently)**
**‘She had to know what she’s doing… she has too!’ Is all I thought as I would risk a glance in her direction.**
**Stealing a glimpse as the other men would try and fail for her attention. An over thrown frisbee skipping to a stop before her, a football thrown just far enough to land in her sight. The pickup lines that were rejected in the blink of an eye.**
**Each failed attempt, the distraction I needed to just peak at her. Her curves… her body… every inch of her; a master piece on display that an all too lingering eye would mean never seeing it again.**
**My cock raged at me as I pushed it into the sand beneath my body. The ever hardening shaft begging to be moved from the feeling of grit on flesh to her soft glistening body baking to perfection in the sun. Precum already to form on the head like dew. Only giving the sand a place to latch onto.**
**Rolling away from the sight of that gorgeous siren, the full length and girth of my rod taking the freedom from its bondage happily, as I brushed away the clinging breach sand.**
**“Shit” escaped my lips in exasperation. My hands brushing against my throbbing pulsing cock. The frustration palpable as I debated on just packing up my belongings and going.**
**“Hey… is this a bad time? I was wondering if you could help me with my tanning oil” the unmistakable sound of delight on the words.**
**My heart rate ratcheting to heart attack levels as I rolled to look at the goddess before me. The sound of my cock clapping against my thigh like thunder with the heft of its girth as skin met skin.**
**\\\~End\\\~**
**Depraved dirty talk: This is where things get spicy. We’re talking the Fuckrods, man meat, bitch breakers, Fuckjugs, cum milkers, cock warmers, fucktoys, dirty little cum sluts made for draining fat loads of cum. It’s a lot. It’s dirty, filthy, and primal. Degradation summarizing the whole of one’s being into the moment of pure ecstasy. There is no love in these words, just unadulterated fucking. I feel this description serves as excerpt enough.**
**Teasing: Being a tease is an art form. It’s intrinsic to roleplay. It’s the prompt that keeps you wanting more and the anticipation of what is to come. It’s filling the space between two people with so much sexual energy that the feeling is palpable. You both know what’s coming, but a tease in many ways, can be better than the act itself.**
**Excerpt “The Present”:**
**It’s just a box…**
**I sat on the floor of our living room. The shoe box sized present sitting in my lap. Wrapped with a dark burgundy paper, the texture smooth against my finger tips. Every fold, every snippet of tape, every seam creased to perfection. A black lace running along the sides before finishing with a tightly wrapped bow on top.**
**“It’s just a box?” I said, an eye brow cocked as I looked to my wife lounging on our couch. Wrapped up in a fluffy pink bath robe, a blanket wrapped around her legs. A cocoon of plush comfort as she appraised me from her throne.**
**Her lips twisting into a smirk as she said “it’s just a box”. The tones of deep self satisfaction dripping off the words as she repeated the statement back to me.**
**My eyes wandering back down to the present in my lap. Dressed in my own navy colored robe and pajamas. Running a slow wandering finger along the black lace, the material soft and welcoming. Feeling like an invitation to explore its depths.**
**Wrapping the finger around the lace to pull it to the side, I was met with an audible \\\*Gasp\\\* from my wife. I held my finger there just below the material and locked eyes with her. The hints of a black lace and burgundy lingerie set making it’s known as her robe opened, just the smallest bit.**
**Her own flawless brow cocked upward, as her voice took a seductive turn. Sounding like honey wrapped in lace.**
**“It’s just a box…”**
\\\~End\\\~