I'm looking for a female to play the role of my partner in the RP below. You have free reign to create your character however you like. Feel free to play a dominant seductress (bridesmaid, mother of the bride, or the bride herself, any would be great), or an innocent sub that Jack corrupts during the course of the weekend (again, any of the aforementioned roles are fine).
I am looking for a literate writer who can commit to posting 2-3 times per week. I myself will post at least that often, but usually daily. If you are interested, please send me a PM with the idea for your character and a sample of your writing (either a link to another RP of yours, or you can write an introductory reply to my post). Looking forward to a great RP!
***Inner Darkness***
The blast of hot, humid air flowed over Jack as he emerged from the cabin of the airplane. He had no doubt it would be overbearing in about 5 minutes, but right that second he found it a welcome relief after the unpleasantly cool cabin. A gentle breeze explored the spikes of his midnight black hair as he strode down the rolling staircase toward the tarmac. Jack reached the bottom of the staircase, coming out from the shadow of the airplane. His naturally bronzed face crinkled as he squinted against the bright sun. He paused and reached into the front pocket of the breezy button down shirt stretched tautly across his muscular chest. His hand emerged with a pair of stylish sunglasses and he settled them on his face, eyes relaxing as he began to move once more and followed the signs toward the terminal.
He frowned pensively as he pondered his situation. The current climate wasn't much of a change from what he had become accustomed to, given that he had just flown from his tropical honeymoon, to the site of his best friend's destination wedding. He was still a little peeved at his friend for scheduling his wedding so close to Jack's own. After all, Jack and Amanda had scheduled theirs nearly six months before Mark and his fiancee. Nonetheless, Jack was a good friend, and so he'd agreed to cut his honeymoon a day short and come to be the best man. Unfortunately, his brand new wife, Amanda, hadn't been able to get any more time off work to come with him, so they had parted ways in Cozumel just a few hours prior, her to return to snowy Buffalo to go back to work, him to board a flight for Maui.
Had that those been Jack's only concerns, however, his mood would have been less bleak. After all, he'd had almost six months to get used to the idea. No, it wasn't just that. He entered the cool air conditioning of the terminal and removed his glasses once more. He paused briefly, looking for the baggage claim sign. Upon finding it, he continued his journey, and his ruminations. The dark thoughts that had troubled his flight from Mexico returned as he traveled down the corridor. There was something wrong with him, and he knew it. He'd just departed his honeymoon, where he'd had more sex than he had ever had in his life and yet he found himself profoundly...unsatisfied.
He sighed as he admitted the hard truth. He had never made love to Amanda before their wedding night, and the first couple sessions had been everything he could have hoped for. But after just a little while, he found himself wanting something more. He hadn't been sure what was missing at first, but as they honeymoon wore on the images had started to come. Amanda, bent over and begging for his cock has he slapped her ass. Amanda, in stilettos and thigh highs, telling him she was a whore and that she needed him. But Amanda wasn't like that, she was...a sweet, loving, cheerful secretary who would make a great mother for his children. An experimental smack had evoked horror, and a long heart to heart. Requests to try other positions had been politely but firmly denied. They hadn't even made love that last night...and Amanda hadn't seemed to mind at all.
Jack shook himself from his dark thoughts and began to look around as he exited the baggage claim having picked up his bag without even giving it a thought. He pulled on the sunglasses as the bright sun assailed him once more and began searching the crowd for his ride. Supposedly one of the bridesmaids had volunteered to pick him up and, idiot that he was, he hadn't even bothered to ask Mark for a description.
I am looking for a literate writer who can commit to posting 2-3 times per week. I myself will post at least that often, but usually daily. If you are interested, please send me a PM with the idea for your character and a sample of your writing (either a link to another RP of yours, or you can write an introductory reply to my post). Looking forward to a great RP!
***Inner Darkness***
The blast of hot, humid air flowed over Jack as he emerged from the cabin of the airplane. He had no doubt it would be overbearing in about 5 minutes, but right that second he found it a welcome relief after the unpleasantly cool cabin. A gentle breeze explored the spikes of his midnight black hair as he strode down the rolling staircase toward the tarmac. Jack reached the bottom of the staircase, coming out from the shadow of the airplane. His naturally bronzed face crinkled as he squinted against the bright sun. He paused and reached into the front pocket of the breezy button down shirt stretched tautly across his muscular chest. His hand emerged with a pair of stylish sunglasses and he settled them on his face, eyes relaxing as he began to move once more and followed the signs toward the terminal.
He frowned pensively as he pondered his situation. The current climate wasn't much of a change from what he had become accustomed to, given that he had just flown from his tropical honeymoon, to the site of his best friend's destination wedding. He was still a little peeved at his friend for scheduling his wedding so close to Jack's own. After all, Jack and Amanda had scheduled theirs nearly six months before Mark and his fiancee. Nonetheless, Jack was a good friend, and so he'd agreed to cut his honeymoon a day short and come to be the best man. Unfortunately, his brand new wife, Amanda, hadn't been able to get any more time off work to come with him, so they had parted ways in Cozumel just a few hours prior, her to return to snowy Buffalo to go back to work, him to board a flight for Maui.
Had that those been Jack's only concerns, however, his mood would have been less bleak. After all, he'd had almost six months to get used to the idea. No, it wasn't just that. He entered the cool air conditioning of the terminal and removed his glasses once more. He paused briefly, looking for the baggage claim sign. Upon finding it, he continued his journey, and his ruminations. The dark thoughts that had troubled his flight from Mexico returned as he traveled down the corridor. There was something wrong with him, and he knew it. He'd just departed his honeymoon, where he'd had more sex than he had ever had in his life and yet he found himself profoundly...unsatisfied.
He sighed as he admitted the hard truth. He had never made love to Amanda before their wedding night, and the first couple sessions had been everything he could have hoped for. But after just a little while, he found himself wanting something more. He hadn't been sure what was missing at first, but as they honeymoon wore on the images had started to come. Amanda, bent over and begging for his cock has he slapped her ass. Amanda, in stilettos and thigh highs, telling him she was a whore and that she needed him. But Amanda wasn't like that, she was...a sweet, loving, cheerful secretary who would make a great mother for his children. An experimental smack had evoked horror, and a long heart to heart. Requests to try other positions had been politely but firmly denied. They hadn't even made love that last night...and Amanda hadn't seemed to mind at all.
Jack shook himself from his dark thoughts and began to look around as he exited the baggage claim having picked up his bag without even giving it a thought. He pulled on the sunglasses as the bright sun assailed him once more and began searching the crowd for his ride. Supposedly one of the bridesmaids had volunteered to pick him up and, idiot that he was, he hadn't even bothered to ask Mark for a description.