RawDog’s Backyard

[RawDog33]

This is just my little corner of the internet to hangout. Swing on by, grab a cold one out of the cooler, take a dip in the pool, relax in the hot tub, or just chill on the deck and enjoy some bbq.

I’ll be sporadically adding story ideas as they come to me. I’ve got some tasty ones cooking and always looking for more!

 

[RawDog33]

SRP Profile

Gender: Male. Capable of writing for supporting female cast members.

Age: 18-40ish

Orientation: Straight.

Race: I'm white. Open to writing bi-racial scenes.

Power Exchange: I like to push limits.

Bodytype: I find it more fun to play pornstar perfect bodies with a depth of character flaws, backgrounds, troubles, issues, and addictions. (I also prefer to have those things come out in the course of the story, rather than all in one huge block of text)

Alternate species: D&D type fantasy only in this category.

Settings: generally looking to write tales on the seedy side of modern, and potentially the near future.

Links/kinks: truly cooperative storytelling. Brainstorming. Good grammar and spelling. Bad situations. Humiliation. Abuse. Lust. Madness. Toys. Restraints. Gags. Drugs. Alcohol. Internet-based sex work. Brother/sister incest. Poor choices. Rocks and hard places. Punishment. Come-uppance. Regret. Walks of shame. Adultery/cheating. Pregnancy. Lactation. I want to see broken characters make poor choices to fuel their own selfish desires, and then pay the consequences when everything falls apart.

Hard Limits: the usual rules of course. Not adverse to water sports in the right situation, but only if you bring it up first.

Writing Style: typically in the 3-5 paragraph range. My philosophy for SRP is all about creating a specific moment in any given post. To paint an image, a moment, a revelation, a choice. To build tension.

Anything else? Feel free to PM if you have any ideas you'd like to explore with me.

Also, you can email me at eroticmusings33 at gmail dot com. I have found recently that co-writing in googledocs is quite a bit of fun as well.

 

[RawDog33]

The Curse of the Nentir Vale

Looking for one articulate eager to delve into the Curse of the Nentir Vale. I would like to utilize some basic D&D mechanics for this; you’ll have a character sheet and there will be some dice rolls to see how things play out. This will require some consistent communication behind the scenes. I’ll be the DM and set the scene, you’ll tell me what you want to do, we’ll make any necessary die rolls to determine the immediate outcome of contested actions, and then we can write out how it plays out.

It has become a rare thing to find a merchant caravan leaving Daggerdale to head north along the old King’s Road. Years ago, the Road had been a safe route, connecting the great coastal port city-state of Neverwinter to the Dalelands. The King’s Road starts at Waterdeep, and bisects the Dalelands as it heads west. At Daggerdale, the Road heads north, through the woodlands of the Harken Forest and into the sparsely populated Nentir Vale, before heading west again, crossing the Stonemarch Mountains and descending into Neverwinter.

In the Dalelands, the Lords and Ladies have a long history of bickering, backstabbing, and political intrigue, and tensions between the houses have been rising of late. They turn a blind eye to maintaining security along the Road in the Nentir Vale, as they have recalled their troops and civil war amongst the houses grows imminent. Meanwhile, Neverwinter’s presence in the Vale has dissipated, and it is rumored that the great city-state has been laid low by a vicious plague. Monsters, bandits, and warlords have laid claim to more and more of the Nentir Vale, and travel along the King’s Road has grown treacherous.

The recent assassination attempt on Lord Cyril Darksteel of Daggerdale was a marked escalation of tensions in the Dalelands. War is coming, and a number of merchants know that great profits could be reaped if the trade route to Neverwinter is reestablished. They are offering very good pay for anyone good with a sword and willing to brave the three hundred mile journey.

The old wives’ tales warn folks to do no harm to the trees of the Harken Forest, and to never stray from the King’s Road. The cursed druids of the woods do not take kindly to axes.

There are three towns along the King’s Road in the Nentir Vale: Harkenwold, which is really more a grouping of small villages; Fallcrest, at the intersection of the King’s Road and the Nentir River; and Winterhaven, at the foot of the Stonemarch Mountains.

 

[RawDog33]

Succubus

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Succubus

I recently came across an adult card game online and thought it might make for an excellent basis for a thread here. I would like to actually play the game, and use the cards to determine what happens in our thread. PM and I can send you a link to the cards and we can figure out how to play together.

From the webpage:

A Succubus is a demon that feeds and thrives on the sexual energy of its prey. They are shape-changers, capable of transforming themselves into the visage of what their target desires most.

They gain power over their prey with their powers of Seduction: small acts of adoration and attraction that draw the victim into their web. It could start with an innocent back rub, or a whisper in the ear. Some Succubi are known to take a more aggressive approach.

As they draw power from their victim, they become able to Enchant them, compelling them to act on their building desires. As they succumb to their own lustful needs, the Succubus feeds on their soul. They can resist, for a time, but it comes at a price: exposing more of themselves to the Succubus.

What happens, then, when two Succubi cross paths? It is a rare event indeed for these demons to encounter one of their own, and neither can resist the urge to establish dominance over the other. A lust-filled battle of Seduction, Power, and Enchantment ensues. They will toy with each other, tease each other, please each other, feast on each other. As the Enchantments grow stronger, so does the risk of being overwhelmed. In a sexual contest such as this, if a Succubus orgasms, they become bound to the will of their seducer, unable to resist them and their desires until the sun rises again.

When you and your partner deal out hands of Succubus: The Game, you step into the roles of two Succubi engaging in a sexual battle for dominance. If you play your cards right, your partner will be yours for the taking… or perhaps you’ll be theirs.

 

[RawDog33]

Pixiedust

Looking for a leading lady to investigate rumors of a new party drug on campus. She could be a student journalist, or someone with aspirations of becoming a cop or detective. Little does she know how one night will change her life forever.




Things had been going quite well for Tommy McBride lately. The unassuming college student, a chemistry major and bit of a nerd, had concocted a very potent aphrodisiac drug. Demand quickly skyrocketed, and Tommy wasn't sure just what to make of it. He couldn't realistically produce a lot of the stuff by himself.

But, he could produce enough...

It was a mixture of cocaine, MDMA, marijuana, and Viagra. The real trick was in the compound that he used to mix it all together, which heightened significantly the effects of each drug, while fusing them together. Realistically, it meant that small amounts of those illicit drugs would be worth a lot more and go a lot farther. It created a potent sex-trip effect, lowering inhibitions while raising sensual awareness. All those effects were amplified when the pill was ground up and snorted.

Tonight, there was a big party at one of the frat houses. It was Halloween, the ideal setting for him to sell his little sex pills, as it was a simple thing to slip through the crowd, whisper offerings, and slip pills in pockets for twenty dollar bills. Even better to be anonymous, costumed, masked. This particular batch of the drug, which had garnered the nickname "Pixie", was quite potent. Tommy was proud of his concoction, and couldn't wait to see the drug do its dirty work.

He wasn't a big bulky athlete, but he wasn't a pudgy nerd, either. Just an average, fit college dude. He didn't stand out in the crowd, which was a good thing, when all he wanted to do was blend in. His hair was maybe a bit on the shaggy side. He was taller than most of the girls, but not the other guys. Being Halloween, he was in costume, a Mad-Hatter-esque ensemble of old-style suit and top hat, with a Phantom of the Opera mask to conceal his face.

It didn't take long for him to get rid of most of the pills he brought with him as he moved through the party. He didn't really know a lot of people there, but that didn't really matter. He was hoping to find an adventurous lady or two to share his last few pills with…

 

[RawDog33]

Holidaze

Holidaze

This is a story about a pair of 19 year old twins who have just finished their first semester of college and are returning home for the winter holiday. Since they attend different colleges, this is the first time they’ve been apart for so long. They still chatted a couple times a week, but their short time at college introduced each of them to plenty of new experiences, not all of which they were willing to share with each other (primarily related to experimenting sexually and with illicit substances). When they left for college, they were both kind of nerdy and reserved, but they each broke out of their shell in different ways.

Now, they have to find a way to indulge in their new passions while keeping up a facade and keeping their secrets from their parents and each other.

 

[RawDog33]

Summertime Blues

Summertime Blues

Columbia, Missouri. The middle of nowhere, Midwest, home to some twenty thousand University students from September to May, and entirely too quiet through the hot summer months.

She’s gonna be a junior in the fall. Twenty years old, curvy and thick in all the right places. Barely making her grades. She’s got a handful of guys that give her money when she blows them, and she’s almost got enough saved up to cover next semester’s books, but those guys are all getting the hell out of Columbia for the summer, and she’s stuck in this shit hole. And broke. And she needs a place to stay for the summer, since the dorms are closing.

He’s a grad student. He makes some extra spending money slinging weed and (occasionally) other substances. His roommate just graduated and is leaving, and he can’t afford his two bedroom house by himself.

She (occasionally) gets weed (and other substances) from him. As all their friends and acquaintances are leaving for the summer, they run into each at the bar…

 

[RawDog33]

I can’t deny it anymore. I can’t get away from it. I can’t forget it. I can barely stay sane when I think about it. It’s so easy to get lost in a fantasy, especially when that fantasy is so close.

Yet so unattainable. Impossible, even. Assuredly. Fucking impossible. I can never have you the way I want. You’re my older sister. You’ve been away at college, and I’m still here at home.

We’ve been texting, though. A lot, actually. Sometimes you send me pictures. I love it when you do that. In a couple weeks, you’ll be back home for the summer. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve missed you a lot. But you knew that. I’ve told you that.

A few of the pictures you sent me… made me wonder. Made me hope. I love the way you show off your body. You know you look good. I hope you know what kind of effect you have on me. It’s been… profound.

And then… and then I found you. On that site. The website. You know the one. Where pretty girls make dirty movies for pervy men, for money. I’ve been working my ass off. For you.

But I can’t tell you that. You don’t know that RawDog33 is actually your little brother, after all. And you kind of really enjoy making the kinky incestuous private video purchases he’s requested….

That, or you’re a really amazing actress. I have to wonder if it’s possible to fake a squirting orgasm. Sis, you can fucking make a mess!

Two more weeks, and then you’ll be back home for the summer. I’m so fucking nervous.

 

[RawDog33]

Prairie State University in South Dakota had one of the best collegiate ice hockey programs in the nation, and I couldn’t wait to hit the ice. Their all-star goalie had graduated after last season and had been drafted into the NHL. The previous back-up goalie had torn his ACL, taking him out of the running for the starting spot.

As an incoming freshman, I knew I’d have to earn that honor, but there was a reason the PSU scouts had recruited me, after all, and I was eager to take on the challenge. I had just come off a record-setting championship year of junior hockey, after all.

Tryouts went very well. There were probably about a hundred students trying out for the team, including half a dozen goaltenders. Over the course of a weekend in September, the coaches started making cuts, and by the end of it there were thirty players and two of us goalies selected.

I hadn’t paid much attention to my competition, to be honest. I definitely wasn’t expecting the other goalie to be a girl!