roleplay
Advice and information on roleplay and an exploration of how technology will revolutionize roleplay.
Rosie Wants to Play
Rose and Lydia had been dating for three wonderful weeks. The passion they had for each other just kept growing. There were flowers and plants and little pastries that were almost too cute to eat. They sang songs together and danced to the radio in the kitchen after dark. It was lovely and beautiful and a fairy tale romance. It was the perfect place for something so beautifully dark and deviant to bloom.
By Karen LaRue8 months ago in Filthy
The Good Indian Girl. Content Warning.
"The Unraveling" Chapter 1: The Good Indian Girl Maya Kapoor had always been the perfect daughter. At twenty-six, she was a successful corporate lawyer in Mumbai, earning more than her parents ever had. She wore crisp sarees to work, spoke in measured tones, and never stayed out past nine. Her conservative Punjabi family prided themselves on their traditional values—no dating, no drinking, and certainly no skimpy clothes.
By Chahat Kaur9 months ago in Filthy
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 Kaur9 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 Khan9 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 LaRue9 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 LaRue9 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 PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Filthy
