

**Low effort messages will be ignored and blocked! I am picky! Sorry in advance!**

Hi all!

Desu here!

I’m 28F and seeking more long term partners! I’m a mom of 2 with a full time gig, house, spouse and all of that who really enjoys writing!

I love romance and slice of life and I love blending it into high fantasy settings with a bit of lite adventure tossed in to really vary up the background and plot!

Today I’m seeking one or two long term partners. I love the idea of having a long term partner I could eventually run several stories with. We could write different stories on different days. They could be based around different topics, tropes, kinks, and so much more! We could have a wholesome happily ever after story to write into just as we could a story about a dark romance. I’m open to many things!

I have a ton of references I can use! Some are OC’s and some are existing characters from other media! If you have a character you’d really like me to play shoot her to me and I’ll tell you yes or no! I have someone for every body type, skin color, hair color and more!

As for me, I write third person past tense with varying message lengths of 3 paragraphs all the way up to a discord nitro limit and more! I’m all about quality and moving the scene and story forward over anything else. I won’t bloat to mindlessly bloat but I also will never give you just a single paragraph or less.

I don’t write in first person or present tense. I won’t ever write with someone who writes with present tense or first person! Please be mindful of this!

I’m primarily active between 5am to 5pm central. Some days I’ll be able to write and chat a lot and some days work will have swallowed me whole! I’ll always put in the effort that you do when it comes to communication. I lose interest pretty quick when it comes to dry texters.

For some tropes and ideas, here’s a few I enjoy though I’m not limited to. The role I prefer to play will be the left one!:

•	⁠Sorceress x Knight 

•	⁠Storekeep/innkeeper x Wanderer 

•	⁠Noble x Commoner 

•	⁠Vampire x Werewolf 

•	⁠Vampire x Mortal 

•	⁠Hermit x Wounded Wanderer 

•	⁠Childhood friends 

•	⁠Retired adventurers

•     Demon x Summoner 


For some kinks, here are the ones I can think up off the top of my head! If you don’t see something you wish to know about, please ask!

Kinks: Switch X Switch, Passionate sex, love making, rough sex, oral, face fucking, face riding, slapping, knotting, breeding, cream pies, mutual masturbation, heavy teasing, clothed sex, lingerie, exhibitionism/voyeurism, magic during sex, tentacles, mating press, standing citizen, doggy, missionary, risky sex, cuddle fucking, bloodplay, toys, orgasm control, edging, sleep play, futanari, monsters, werewolves, marking, body worship, cock worship, free use, collars and leashes, femdom, BWC, interracial

Limits: Incest, cheating, scat, water sports, vomit, hyper/giga proportions, only being sub/bottom, hard doms


Below is a **writing sample**. Please don’t send me a response to this in chats. This is to simply show my writing and the length that I enjoy writing at when possible. It will not always be this long. It can be longer. I do all of my writing/ads on mobile so if something reads funny and I missed it you can thank Siri!

Anheim. It was a city built on many, many things. Racism. In fighting and hostility. Strife and war. Luckily, it was a place entirely reformed. The reigning Queen of the last seventy years had opened its walls to the races and species of Abhaille beyond humans. Soon the call of adventure overwhelmed the city and those reverberating waves shook the foundation to the point of forced expansion. What was the first settlement of the Republic became one of the largest cities of the world. The great northern expanse sung tales of untold riches, massive beasties and many forgotten cultures and calamities. To many it was sat upon a pedestal and worshiped as a final destination for riches and spoils. To others it was their final hunt or delve or excavation. The north built new Anheim just as the Doninion splintered and planted its seed. 

Within that chilled city was many folk of many colors. Centaur and satyr’s walked the streets just as humans and smallfolk. Elves were scarce but present. Anheim was a melting pot of culture and the leader of innovation just as it was progressivism within the Republic.

There were many people, many creatures and souls. Some were content with a simpler, calmer life while others craved success. Ishtolal Rlish'pir was one. A woman now well into her forties that had never once stopped her stampede up the social ladder. Odd jobs, management positions, work orders for enchanting and alchemy -- her flow never stopped until she had truly transcended that of a laborer and fell more into a lordly role. She had come to own several shops and inns. Her most successful was the Flying Boar within the heart of the commoner's district of Anheim. It was famous for it's honeyed mead. Beehives existed atop the rooves just as many, many layers of housing existed between the base level and the roof. 

The woman had become a mother figure to the majority of her underlings. It had been an uncountable amount of times that she had gotten herself involved in her underlings personal lives. The sorceress woman always struck a defensive posture when arriving to the aid of any of her employees or cohorts. To her, they were like her children. They were all paid respectably, offered benefits to the facilities of her adjacent businesses. It set her name in stone as one of the more revered business tycoons within Anheim. One of the 'good ones' as some common folk would say.

Anonymous drop ins were as common as the more extravagant. There were some eves she came in flattering white gowns dripping and decorated with gold. Other nights Ishtolla came under the guise of Isabella, a hooded traveler that did little more than sip ale and soak in the ambiance of the tavern. 

This was one of those evenings.

She had strolled in but an hour earlier. A soft white shirt with well worn cotton breeches fit snug enough on her frame. A half corset tied the outfit together, exaggerating the small of her waist contrasted against her hips, with a wand and dagger fastened to the tough leathery article. Her cloak was undone, covering her right half, with it's hood down and covered by the bountiful mane of black curls she wore with pride. 

An ale, half drunk down, sat with her fingers loosely through the mug handle. A plate of poultry and potatos had long been emptied beside her. Every so often the bartender and her exchanged smalltalk, idle glances and silent reactions, each passing inquiry with one another seemingly about something or someone different.

‘Gods, I’ve wanted you for so bloody long!’ Come explore a high fantasy slice of life with unique settings, cozy romance and exotic erotica! Long term and detailed writers only!!