>>2104

Unless you're female I don't think that's /cuckquean/ material.

>>2158

Japanese doujin circles do not have the culture of "commissioning" that exists in some places elsewhere.

>>2158

You'd honestly be better off commissioning a Western artist, anon. Try >>1921 for a place to start.

Alternatively, post an ad on Hentai Foundry or somewhere like that.

Male-anon here. Very interested by the RPG.

Japan is used to making VN-styled RPGs, that involve very simple fighting that is made better by good art and creativity; I'd advise picking inspiration from there. You can easily have simple RPGMaker sprites moving on a map, and then finding enemies in dungeons/towns/roads/etc., that open a new window specifically for the fight. You can either have only the enemy's art, or the enemy facing the party, with some animation for each attack.

Another possibility, since it seems so dedicated to the boy fucking girls a bit unexpectedly and because it's his "duty", might be to have two different XP systems for him specifically : one for fighting abilities, and another one for "fucking" abilities.

Basically, in the case of female enemies, they can sometimes use lewd attacks on him, which might make him lose some HP, but raise his lewdXP. This lewdXP could be useful to "recruit" more girls, as the higher it is, the easier it is to recruit the girls.

However, I get that what matters a lot is the quean's involvement; why not have her be a white mage, and therefore able to use her powers on the girl and the boy during their sex scenes ?

Something interesting could be to spend some time with the new girl before recruiting her full-time, and therefore knowing about her kinks, personality, etc., and then you could help out the hero by using the right spell against the girl.

For example, if the woman is into being a sub, you can use a spell that paralyzes her, so she can't move anymore and gets off off it even more; if she's into being fucked very fast, you can use a spell to make the hero faster; etc, etc. So every fuck-turn with the spell still in use would cause only criticals if you find the right thing to do.

It could just go with which one of the two loses all HP first, it's very basic but it's simple enough to make it fun.

Other idea, dunno if it can be part of the fetish : maybe spread the lewdXP to all party members, making all enemies able to "attack" all characters with lewd hits. However, only the boy would get a lewdXP gauge, as it'd only serve to lower the girls' HP.

With this, it can kind of show that the only person they really want to fuck, that they like to fuck, is the hero.

Oh, and another thing : maybe you can set up a tent anywhere when you're walking between towns, and the hero can fuck any girl and restore all her HP, for example… that'd raise his lewdXP, but lower his HP, as it'd tire him. You'd be the only one able to give him some HP back with some spells, and it'd serve the cuckquean fetish too.

There is a lot of potential to make the game more than just lewd, but also very creative.

You'd need a dedicated team for that though, since the art and the writing would be crucial.

>>2301

>why not have her be a white mage

Just noticed it might sound like I was the first to come up with the idea, my bad. I meant "why not, since she's a white mage, have her do this".

>>2301

I don't know, it might be more fun to have some conversation options where the girl convinces other women to sleep with her boyfriend.

And don't name yourself, we're all Anon here.

I wrote this a long time ago in an erp thread on 4chan's /tg/ before they got axed, but it's still one of my "go to" fantasies.

>You were all set to be the center of attention with the news. But then that quiet mousy bitch went and upstaged you with that engagement ring and that fairy tale wedding. How DARE she, right?

>So you set a plan to show her. You started an affair with her Mr. Perfect behind her back. While she'd gab about how perfect everything was, you were fucking him behind her back. You even let him have it raw, something she doesn't.

>And one night, you decide to finalize things. You follow her home, and though whatever means, she winds up tied up in the closet. You cleaned up a bit and waited for him to come back. You fed him some lie about her needing to work late, and how you decided to take the chance to come see him.

>And now it's time for your masterstroke. After a bit of teasing, you lead him into their bedroom. You have him fuck you, right there on their bed. You make lover-boy say all sorts of things, about how you're sexier than her, that he wants you more, how you're just so much better - you even might make him say he loves you instead of her.

>All while that stupid mousy cunt is in the closet, forced to watch as the one thing she wouldn't shut up about her betrays her right in front of her eyes.

>Serves her right. She probably even getting off on it, the slut.

>>2311

Well, *I* fapped

>female1 tells male1 to find a female2

>male finds a female2

>female1 drugs drink at dinner time to other female2

>female1 shrinks male1 and female 2

>female1 stuff both of them in her vajj

>male1 bangs female2 inside female1's vajj

>female2 wakes up in a bit of a panic

>male1 keeps fucking female2

>female1 cums

>male1 and female2 slide out of female1's vajj like waterslide of cum

female1 grows male1 and female2 back to normal size

>female1 drugs female2 again

>female1 and male1 clean female2

>female2 is told it was all a dream

>>2431

My identified as a Stepford wife but as her hours at work increased, she settled in to her more natural role as a cuckquean.

There are several Stepford related sites such as www.stepfordwives.org that will have a lot of related info.

Hm, if it's porn, it'd be a bit different than how I'd want a real situation to play out - a little more dramatic, I guess.

> Typical white american couple, maybe both are like 6/10. Unmarried

> Mediocre sex life, good personal compatibility

> Dominant Vixen (maybe her friend or his coworker, Solid 9) sets her sights on them

> Seduces cuckquean first, and easily. Keeps it ongoing.

> Couple weeks later, seduces cuck's bf. Again, easy pickings.

> Expertly keeps them from breaking up or knowing about the other's infidellity

> Sets up a reveal for cucky

> Begs bf for the creampie knowing he always uses condoms with cuck to avoid a paternity trap. Gets it, obviously.

> Sets something up with cuck nearby to facilitate a quick meetup

> cuck/vixen dynamic is already sub/dom with cuck knowing that she's always expected to munch the rug.

> Vixen acts super-demanding, cuck is into it and gets right down to business

> Starts to notice the flavor is slightly different…

> cuck brings it up, is a little worried she's eating the cum of someone she doesn't know

> "Oh don't worry, you know him perfectly well. Don't you recognize his taste?"

> Realization dawns on the cuckquean

> Vixen tells her to finish cleaning up so she won't get pregnant

> Cuckquean complies, crying a little as she dutifully works to get the Vixen off.

> Vixen has an intense orgasm, cuddles with the cuck after

> "I'm so glad things can be out in the open now. Let's go tell him…"

> They go back home. Vixen does all the talking. Cuck is still half-crying with their juices all over her face.

> Vixen wants him again, and thinking about Vixen and Cuck having lesbian sex has made him hard.

> Vixen leads them back to the bedroom. Cuck sits on a chair listening, not directly watching as they fuck bareback again.

> They all go to sleep together with cuck in the middle of them that night.

> ???

>>2444

That's such a weird statement these days. It could almost be an insult if the recipient didn't know it came into being when a dollar was a significant amount of money.

>>2442

Funded!

>>2456

So what if you are? It's a thread about fantasy and we're all anon. Go on.

>>2459

O-okey… Just give me some time to formate it in a semi-presentable way.

>>2442

Write more….

>>2502

That's an awfully demanding way to ask…

Can't post in the other thread for some reason, but do you guys think that the commission money pooled for art would be better used for:

Fanart

Original art

And

Comic

Lots of stand alone pictures

>>2503

>>2502

Sigh, I guess. I posted this on 4chan first. Doubt it's quite as good.

> Meet a woman. Kinda plain, average body

> She's very nice and sweet. Chemistry

> I am oblivious to obvious mutual interest

> She contrives reasons to hang out with me at my place,

> I am a slob, she's always picking up after me

> Buys me groceries and cooks for me

> Goes on for a little bit, she's at my place most evenings but still nothing romantic happening

> She starts figures out what I like in women, makes small changes where she can, like how to dress

> Somehow, I get involved with another woman

> My "maid" finds the dirty sheets and used condoms

> She's heartbroken, stops visiting

> I call her up a couple weeks later "Can you come over? the place is a mess"

> She agrees, for whatever reason

> Gets there, I'm there with my new girlfriend. She starts puts away the groceries and starts cleaning

> GF is a total bitch, and completely unlike the maid. Obviously only with her because I'm a man-child and she came after me aggressively knowing she could control me

> Get aroused because the maid is here and she has tailored herself to my preferences over time

> GF picks up on it, leads me back to the bedroom and we fuck while the maid cleans

> Maid goes about her work

> Some weeks later, GF moves on

> Maid comes around to take care of me regularly again

> She eventually spaghetti's out that "i-if you need, um, sex…please let me help you with…that."

> I take her up on the offer

> Suddenly seeing her nearly every day, calling her over to clean/fuck or dropping by her place for a quickie

> I'm completely selfish, she is completely giving

> Eventually I move into her place without even discussing rent. She's my live-in maid with a whole other career of her own and I work part-time and lay around the house all day.

> She happily dresses to my liking including an apron whenever she's home

> I Still occasionally fuck other women while she works

I tried to write a little something. Testing your hand at kinks and lewd fiction is actually an interesting experiment.

English is not my mothertongue, so I'm sure some parts might be less fluid than needed, but hey, it's always lots of fun.

Hope some people'll like it.

The room was dark, and yet the sweat managed to glisten in the cold air of the september night. My hand rose and fell to the rhythm of his chest; he took a very deep breath of frustration, and turned his face to me.

- I'm so sorry, honey…

- It's alright… really, you don't have to worry…

He looked at me for a few seconds, visibly uncomfortable and unhappy. I was confused as to what to say, as I felt anything might vex or hurt him. He turned towards the ceiling, obviously overthinking. I was near-ready to cry.

- I'm sorry I'm not hot enough… I blurted without thinking, hoping to break the awkward silence more than anything.

- It's not about you -damnit Jenn, I told you, I told you several times, it's-

He sat on the bed, picked up his boxers and shirt back, put them on, and left the room in a rush, clearly upset. I sat there, alone, weak and distraught, painfully aware of how wrong my words were. I had once again said precisely what was bound to make him sad, frustrated, even angry, and I felt the entire relationship we shared already crumbling under my feet. I waited, holding my breath, hoping that maybe, he would come back.

- … Leon ?.. I murmured, timidly. Leon ?..

But I heard no reply. So slowly, calmly, I felt a tear grow in my eye, then a second one in the other, and, silently, I wept over this fear he would leave me. As all men do in the end, it seems.

I must have fallen asleep without realizing it, for, when I woke up, the sun had already risen, and someone had taken care of putting the sheets back on me to ensure I wouldn't catch a cold. I yawned, stood up, and for a moment I had forgotten the previous night.

It was only when I saw all my clothes, neatly folded on a chair to the side of the bedroom, that I recalled what had happened.

A surge of guilt, shame and fear took over me. I dared not even leave the room. I felt perhaps it'd be best if I just stayed there, and pretended to still be asleep.

I was thinking of how to make it believable, when Leon opened the door again, and walked inside.

- Oh, I-I'm sorry !

I quickly covered myself with my hands. Strangely, after months of being together, somehow we still got embarrassed over seeing each other naked.

- I… I just-I wanted to get my pants to… I'm sorry, I…

- I-it's okay, I replied.

I took my clothes quickly, and stormed out of the room to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and breathed a sigh of relief. I was flushed. I believed a shower was in order, but even under the lukewarm water, the heat to my head would not leave.

The thoughts of the previous day -of the previous weeks, even, blurred my sight. I could not think of much, except all these intimate nights we shared, these kisses, his arms over me… and, ultimately, failure, even with my best efforts, to make anything happen.

The shame of being inadequate drove me to tears again; the shower thankfully helped hiding them… but somehow, they made me even more out-of-breath. My hands, from my face, slowly moved towards my chest, and then lower… then lower… then…

- No ! I cried out-loud. I… I can't… if I can't even do it for him, I'm… I'm not allowed to…

My legs gave way, and I softly fell on the warm white surface of the tub.

- If he's not happy, I'm not allowed to be, I whimpered.

- How's breakfast, Jenn ?

- I'm sorry, you should've woken me up, I would've made you one !

- Oh, I was awake before you were, I felt it would be fair to cook this time.

- But it's your day off ! You should be enjoying it by resting, I should be the one cooking for you…

He smiled, got close to me, and kissed my forehead.

- Sometimes it's my job to treat you too.

I got red, and couldn't help but smile as well. These times of quiet, close care for each other were always there outside of the bedroom, and it was so painful to see I couldn't make sure to keep them safe inside… but I loved him, and I hoped he cherished me, even just a little. So I had to do my best to make him happy in all ways I knew how.

We both sat down, and then we didn't utter a word. My dreams of doing my best for him quickly vanished; it was obvious we were still thinking of last night. I looked at him shyly, and I saw in his face so much sadness, so much sorrow, that I was ready to cry again. I held my tears in, and started realizing that, perhaps, I just was nothing but a bother.

We enjoyed a nice morning together, however. TV was merely noise, but it replaced a difficult silence. I cooked us a meal that I made with care, without much passion for once. Cooking had always been such a sweet and enjoyable past-time before, but today felt false. Like forcing myself to be a good wife, when I was far from able to.

We ate, making small-talk, so we wouldn't have to suffer through the awkwardness of the breakfast. I took the plates back to the kitchen, washed them, then joined Leon on the sofa; we spent a few hours like that, silently looking at the rain at the window, falling loudly and yet being so relaxing.

- Mh… I should get the living room ready, I muttered, about to doze off, sad to leave his embrace.

- What ? Why ?

- The agency called me, I've got a new high schooler to help with her studies. I told you last monday, Leon.

- Oh… so you did, he replied, somewhat annoyed.

- Yes, I told you about her, and that she'd come here because it's closer to her school.

- Mh, right. I just thought I could enjoy my time without interruption.

I was about to reply, when I gathered what he truly meant by that. He turned to me, aware of what he'd implied without even thinking, and opened his mouth, ready to apologize and explain himself… but kept quiet, too sorry to say anything. We kept our heads low, upset, and feeling more alone than ever.

The doorbell rang. I walked to open, and a bright, cheery teen waltzed in, almost dancing.

- Hey there, Kathy !

- Hello Miss ! I hope I'm not too early ? I ran there because of the rain.

- Don't worry, you're right on time, -didn't you have an umbrella, you poor thing ?

- No, I forgot it home, and-

She got in the living room, where she met with Leon.

- Hello, sir ?

- Hello ma'am, he smiled, walking towards her with his hand stretched.

- This is Leon, my fiancé, I explained.

- Hello Mr. Leon, Kathy replied, reassured and pleased, shaking his hand.

- Uh ? Your hand is all wet -and so are your clothes ! Let me get you a towel.

- It's quite alright sir, please.

Leon ignored her, walked to the bathroom, and came out with one of my towels.

- You don't mind ? he softly asked me.

- Huh ? Oh, uh, no, go ahead.

I thought Leon would merely hand the towel to her… yet he did something neither I, nor the kid, seemed to expect.

Kindly, slowly, he started wiping her. Kathy giggled at the warmth of both the texture and the man's moves. He rubbed her hair, then lowered it to her face, softly, without scrubbing. She was glad, enjoying this nice care she was receiving.

Then, and I will never forget this moment, she raised her hands, and caught Leon's.

- It's quite alright, Mr. Leon, you're much too nice to me !

- It's my pleasure, Kathy. I will let you handle the rest.

- Aww, she muttered, falsely-pouting.

She took the towel from his hands, and I couldn't help but feel convinced she took this occasion to caress them. She turned her back to me to finish the drying-up.

Leon, a bright smile on his face, looked at her vigorously rubbing, then turned to me. He had a pink, hot red-glow all over his face, but lost his smile when he saw me.

- Are you alright ? he asked. You're all pale.

I was shaking. Something inside me felt suddenly petrified and terrified. I wasn't able to reply. Suddenly, Kathy squeed to express she was done, and handed me the towel.

- There, you can bring it back, Miss.

I looked at her. She was serious, and even a bit precious with the way she held it. She seemed indifferent to my worried face, if not… perhaps slightly amused by it. I opined, took the towel and brought it back to the bathroom.

On purpose, I spent a few more seconds than needed to fold it; then, I used a minute to collect myself.

- It's okay, I murmured. She's just a little girl. He was just being polite… he was just being polite.

Unconvinced, the words still managed to imprint onto my mind and help me get a few colours back to my cheeks. I stood up straight, breathed deeply, and walked out of the bathroom.

Leon was holding a book on the sofa, his finger on a few images; next to him -or should I say, right against his arm, Kathy was leaning to get a better view.

I walked slowly towards the couch. He was talking about some of his latest editing work, and she seemed childishly interested in it.

- Hey… you guys are already pretty close, it seems ! I groaned.

They turned to me. Leon almost jumped, as if he had forgotten I was even in the house for a minute. Abruptly standing up, he let Kathy almost fall. She caught herself on the couch.

She hadn't just been leaning on his shoulder.

She has been holding his hand.

- I was… this was just…

- Mr. Leon was just showing me his job, Miss ! Looks like it pays super well ! She added by standing up and looking at our huge TV screen.

- Actually, I muttered, trying to hold my worry back, I bought this one with my own money, Kathy ! Leon's not responsible for everything you see here !

Kathy looked at me, but this time without a smile. There was a hint of haughtiness on her face. As if she seemed to think I was lying. She stood back straight, spent a few seconds looking at the screen again, and said :

- Mmmmh… mh, I guess he isn't indeed.

- Well… Kathy, I will be leaving you to work, alright ?

- Awww, you're not staying ? Don't you want to help, Mr. Leon ?

- Ah, no, I mean, I don't think I should. It is my day off, anyway, I will spend it enjoying a nice book in my bed.

- Awww ! Kathy whined girlishly. I wish I could too !

- Kathy, I moaned, let's get to work.

Leon looked at me, a bit embarrassed. I dared not turn my eyes towards his. Kathy waved him goodbye, and he closed the door to our bedroom.

- Okay, I told her, let's start. So, what is your weekly schedule this year ?

- Thanks Miss. So, next time is next week, right ?

- That's right Kathy. You didn't forget anything ?

- I don't think so… let me just say goodbye to Mr. Leon.

- Huh ? Wait, I… he might…

Without even in the slightest waiting for my reply, she walked to the bedroom door, and softly knocked on it, while putting her ear to it. Suddenly, right away, it opened, making her squeal shortly, and he came out.

- Yes ?! Oh, Kathy ! Yes, what can I do for you ?

- You scared me, Mr. Leon ! Were you standing behind the door or what ?

- I… what… what can I do for you ? he repeated, hesitant.

- I'm leaving ! And I wanted to say goodbye !

- Well that's very sweet of you, Kathy… wait, is it still raining ?

- That's alright ! I'll just run to the bus stop !

- Honey, he told me, I'll just be driving her back to her house.

I looked at him, baffled.

- Oh, you're sure, Mr. Leon ? I wouldn't want to impose…

- Now, we took care of getting you dry, this would be a waste to let you get wet again.

- Heehee, she giggled, and my blood seemed to stop at this display of playful girlishness, you're treating me like a princess !

He laughed, somehow timidly, and picked his coat then his keys. He quickly pecked my cheek, and told me :

- I'll be fast, don't worry. See you, love.

I was at a loss, entirely confused and worried. I turned to Kathy, who had seemed so serious and calm during her lesson with me, suddenly giddy and joyous. She picked her bag, and then jumped at Leon's arm, sticking to it close.

- Later, Jenn ! he said.

- Later, Leon ! I replied. See you next week, Kathy !

The door closed without her even looking at me.

Thirty minutes had passed with me sitting down in the living room, white as snow and terrified. I was expecting my phone to ring at any moment, to receive a text, perhaps a call, something… but I waited, anxiously and filled with dread.

Thankfully, the wait ended. I heard the door open, then close. I sighed, trying to calm myself down, hearing Leon's footsteps coming closer.

- So… how was the trip ? I hope she wasn't too bothers-

Without warning, Leon jumped at me, raised me by the stomach, and pushed me on the table, kissing me passionately. I gasped.

- L-Leon ! What are y-

- I love you Jenn -I love you so much.

- Leon, I… Leon !

For the first time ever since we had begun dating, he was being strong and wild, almost beastly, with me. I felt his hands cover me, rough and raw, and undressing me without allowing me a moment to rest.

- Leon ! Oh, Leon, I love you too, but- I-

He didn't listen. I do not know if he simply didn't care for my plea, or wasn't even able to notice me tensing all over, but before I could finish, he turned me on my back, and pushed his pants down.

I gasped again, louder than I perhaps knew I could, when I saw him rigid, huge and red for the very first time.

- L… Leon ! I breathed, almost afraid.

He didn't wait; he didn't take a second to ask if I was alright, or fine with the living room table, and simply inserted himself into me without a warning.

I screamed in ecstasy from the start. He was moaning and breathing loudly, and pushing himself into me so fast and so deep, it surprised even me of how far my body could take him. It barely took a few minutes for me to cry out and climax, and even then he didn't stop. For ten minutes, I could enjoy not a second of rest, not a moment of relief, until he groaned like a bear and finished inside savagely.

He fell on my back, tired and drenched with sweat. I could feel him go smaller inside me, until he finally came out. I gasped a bit, and turned myself towards him. I was about to ask him what had happened, but my throat was dry and I couldn't utter a word from the excitement.

Almost guessing how parched I was, he kissed me again, filling my mouth with his drool and sweat, as if to fix my thirst.

We did it twelve times after that. It lasted for four hours, with a mere break to allow me to go to the toilet, where he suddenly joined me in the middle of my pee, to go at it even more in the tub. The sheets ended up smelly and covered in a multitude of juices, yet neither he nor I cared.

We were exhausted, yet wide awake… and happy.

- What happened ? I finally managed to ask.

He looked at me, still catching his breath.

- I… I love you, Jenn. I just… I really wanted you today.

I blushed, moved, and a few tears climbed to my eyes. Leon smiled, and kissed both of them. I laughed, and hugged him tighter, enjoying his manly warmth and odor. We spent a few minutes like that, together, peaceful.

- How was the trip with Kathy ? I asked.

He didn't reply. I looked at him, under him, from his chest; he seemed thoughtful.

- … Leon ?

- Huh ? Oh, it was alright. She lives pretty close.

- She didn't bother you too much I hope ? Teen girls can be such a pain sometimes…

- No. No, she was really sweet.

I put my head back on his slowly moving chest. I was thinking too.

- Did… anything happen ? I murmured, scared.

- Mh ? No, nothing happened. I took her home, she talked about her classes and her lesson with you, then she left once home, and I drove back as fast as I could to see you.

-… really ?.. nothing… happened at all ?

- Jenn, he said softly, moving his face closer to mine, I swear, nothing happened. I was just being polite. She's a teen. You don't have to worry.

- Oh… mh…

He raised my head with his hands, forcing me to face him.

- Jenn. It's the truth. I swear. Nothing happened.

- I believe you, Leon. Really.

- … really ? You're looking like you're disappointed.

I didn't reply. I smiled, kissed him, and put my head back on his chest. After a few minutes, I understood he had fallen asleep. Me, however, I just couldn't sleep.

I indeed felt disappointed.

so I guess that's the beginning or whatever, I was just curious of the story I could tell along this fetish

There's a particular theme I'd like to see that I've had trouble finding before, so I think I'd have to go with that. Rather than completely humiliating the wife, I'd like to see the loving, devoted wife encouraging her man to look at other women.

The scene opens on a man in his late twenties standing in his bedroom looking out his window. The focus shifts to his neighbor, perhaps his age or a year or two younger. She's walking into her backyard towards a lawn chair. She wears sunglasses and a bikini, her large natural breasts barely contained in her top. She has no clue she's being watched and as she sits in her lawn chair, reaches behind her back to undo her top, letting her big tits spill out. She leans back in the chair and starts to tan. Meanwhile the man is rubbing his hard cock through his pants. Silently, his wife comes into the room, approaching him from behind. She's very hot herself, a tight body and C cup tits with a nice ass. She seems to be his age as well. She starts to say something in a cheerful tone as she comes up behind him, but stops dead mid-sentence when she see what he's looking at. She looks at him, and he doesn't know what to say. He thinks he's in big trouble but instead of a shouting match, she leans against him and starts rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"She has big tits, doesn't she?" his wife whispers in a slightly needy voice in his ear. He nods silently as he watches their neighbor. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" she asks, slowly pulling his zipper down and undoing his pants. His cock springs free and she grabs it, slowly jerking him as they watch their neighbor. She whispers more and more, about sucking on her big tits and fucking her until he finally cums all over the window. She drops to her knees and starts licking his cum off the glass, her hand shoved into her panties.

>>2456

>>2460

Other /pol/ack here, s-still waiting!

…p-please?

>>3567

I've only read the start of your story but i just wanna give you a few pointers, i'll read the rest after work if i have enough time and give you an overall opinion of what i thought.

You write better than a lot of people and as a fellow, non-native english speaker who's been talking and writing in english for the better part of 16 years, you do it rather well, there are a few problems with pacing but I imagine you're not doing this sort of thing very often, right? At least not in english, seems like you may have tried to write a few times before, though.

Second is the dialogue, now i'm very picky about this since i only particularly enjoy dialogue that goes like;

>The cold breeze running through the night's sky made her skin tighten and recoil in a shudder right where he had licked before, leaving a trail of his quickly cooling saliva on her soft pale skin, coated with a few blemishes here and there on the elegantly fair, smooth skin of her lower regions.

>"M-more…" she begged him, "Kiss me more!"

>He looked down upon her body, licking his lips in anticipation before replying "Gladly."

Using "…" for speech and if you'd like to use internal dialogue, i.e. a person thinking to him/herself, using '…'

But that's just a matter of taste, if you think you can work it out then try it, if you're more comfortable with what you do, keep doing it.

Have you heard of F-List? It's an online role-playing site used mostly for erotic play. If you're looking to better yourself, going there on your free time and playing stuff out would improve your skills, i know it did mine, quite substantially.

Also, here http://8ch.net/erp/ if you wanna mingle with other ERP'ers on bestchan.

>>3575

That licking her man's cum off the glass part was 11/10

>>3579

Thanks for the feedback. I'll be honest, I didn't put too much time and effort into this story. I had an idea and felt like writing it, and because it was in english, I just felt "meh, write it and make it as the very least bearable and understandable".

I was fully aware of difficult pacing parts sometimes, but just grew tired of trying to word them. I'd suppose the language barrier is the reason, but perhaps it was really just laziness.

Regarding dialogue, I honestly don't really enjoy "porny" scenes like that. I feel they're always clumsy once written. In hentai or porn films, they're cool and everything, but in text-form, they only work to making the flow heavier and more broken.

And I'll be honest, I'd rather run away from RP stuff. It can be fun, sure, but it involves putting yourself into the story, and I'd rather not do that. For my own sanity.

Anyway, thanks for the reply dear.

>what's your dream cuckquean porno scenario?

Having a bf. ; _ ;

>>3585

Don't worry anon! Keep strong, and you'll find a nice boy to cuck you! I'm sure of it!

>>3579

Not him, but willing to give you a few /pol/ished scenarios

1. A non-white wife who is willing to let me have a white mistress because she knows I want blonde, blue-eyed babies in addition to the mongrels she'll give me.

2. A white wife who thinks it's cute how our non-white maid/nanny/whatever blushes when I flirt with her, and encourages me to go further with her.

3. My Aryan Christian girlfriend wants to stay pure for marriage, but she doesn't mind if I use her Mediterranean (or maybe jew) best friend in the meantime

4. Due to compulsory eugenics laws I'm assigned to impregnate one woman in addition to my wife. The 'quean/vixen can work either way; either she's assigned to me before I start seriously looking for a girl to date and marry, or she's assigned after my wife has already married me.

5. My girlfriend/wife is redpilled on white genocide and wants me to spread white genes as much as possible, including to her friends, her family, and strangers. Works even better if the wife and/or the vixens aren't white themselves.

6. The future has vedic-style polygamy: a white man can take multiple wives so long as no two are the same race/racial mix.

7. Lover is a single mother, who wants/expects/tolerates it when you take her daughter(s) sexually.

>>510

Ok so, this has nothing to do with cuckquean-ing, I just had to point out that OP's image is rule34 of Anita.

>>5856

Now I can't help but wonder how Anita fucks. I mean, does she actually get into it and enjoy herself? Or does she lay there like a dead fish, have a small, bitter orgasm, and then bitch out her partner by claiming male ejaculation is privilege?

>>5856

I think it's actually an egyptian character some some erotic computer game, I've seen others who look a lot like her and the bracelets, tanned skin and hair-style seem to point in that direction, seem fairly ancient Egyptian to me.

Maybe it was the earrings that confused you?

>>5856

WTF are you talking about? That looks nothing like Anita.

>>5887

It's called "anthropomorphism", anon.

>>5924

Wait, which Anita are you talking about? I feel like we may be talking about two different people.

>>5879

>>5887

>>5934

It's her. Engine Search for "Towerfall+Anita" if you want to see for yourselves.

>>5924

>anthropomorphism

Moefication is what came to mind, but I do agree she's normally more animal than human.

>>5957

>mfw it's really her

>>5957

>Google TowerFall

>three-person team to make a MegaMan reskin

>Indie

>Game Jam

>Vancouver

>Tumblr

It's indie trash, no surprise.