palbatross
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I posted my first thread in Sexual Role Playing, and got no replies. So, I'm curious if there are tips and tricks that other people use to attract role players to their threads. I'm open for feedback, and I'm also open for feedback on my first post, which I will post below.
Thanks All
He was a, a small town banker. He locked up every day at five ten, walked to his banker spot, and drove his Cadillac home. Today, when he locked the door, he was greeted with the site of a bombshell, a Bettie Davis, a Marilyn Monroe, a woman who was thin from the hips to the tits, and everywhere else voluptuously stacked. Why did she catch his eye? He had never seen her before, and it was rare that he met someone new here. But she had a shimmering, glowing quality that he couldn't quite place. She winked at him. He winked back. Again out of the ordinary, this was not behavior suiting an upright citizen of his ilk. But damn if he didn't sport wood six or seven times during the day, helping beautiful women with their investments, so happy to use his skills to get them what they needed. But, there was the issue of his prick. She sashayed ever and ever closer, resplendent in a tight black dress with ruffled sleeves that looked like lovely black roses. She was wearing a small hat, perched there near her forehead, fluffed up with brown feathers. Her neck was adorned with a string of pearls, and it seemed like she should have a cigarette holder a la Audrey Hepburn meets Marilyn Monroe in a blaze of bosomy flame. She had a bubble tea, and the way she purposefully drank the tapioca up the straw prompted him to speak. "Hello, I've never seen you before. Are you new in town?" he said, standing there in a white-banded fedora and double-breasted, black, pin stripe suit. He was not wider than Jimmy Stewart, but looked enough like him that he could pull of that look. He knew he could pull it off, and he lived that look, wearing high waisted khakis and linen shirts for recreation, and only wearing a white undershirt when he did wear a tee shirt, which was rare. "If you have nothing else to do I could show you around." He pointed proudly at his 1959 Cadillac Fleetwood, a beautiful, black, tailfinned car.
Thanks All
He was a, a small town banker. He locked up every day at five ten, walked to his banker spot, and drove his Cadillac home. Today, when he locked the door, he was greeted with the site of a bombshell, a Bettie Davis, a Marilyn Monroe, a woman who was thin from the hips to the tits, and everywhere else voluptuously stacked. Why did she catch his eye? He had never seen her before, and it was rare that he met someone new here. But she had a shimmering, glowing quality that he couldn't quite place. She winked at him. He winked back. Again out of the ordinary, this was not behavior suiting an upright citizen of his ilk. But damn if he didn't sport wood six or seven times during the day, helping beautiful women with their investments, so happy to use his skills to get them what they needed. But, there was the issue of his prick. She sashayed ever and ever closer, resplendent in a tight black dress with ruffled sleeves that looked like lovely black roses. She was wearing a small hat, perched there near her forehead, fluffed up with brown feathers. Her neck was adorned with a string of pearls, and it seemed like she should have a cigarette holder a la Audrey Hepburn meets Marilyn Monroe in a blaze of bosomy flame. She had a bubble tea, and the way she purposefully drank the tapioca up the straw prompted him to speak. "Hello, I've never seen you before. Are you new in town?" he said, standing there in a white-banded fedora and double-breasted, black, pin stripe suit. He was not wider than Jimmy Stewart, but looked enough like him that he could pull of that look. He knew he could pull it off, and he lived that look, wearing high waisted khakis and linen shirts for recreation, and only wearing a white undershirt when he did wear a tee shirt, which was rare. "If you have nothing else to do I could show you around." He pointed proudly at his 1959 Cadillac Fleetwood, a beautiful, black, tailfinned car.
