r/raceplay

looking for some bwc to colonize my little indigenous pussy

looking for light roleplay

25+ please

I want you to degrade me...and then maybe abuse and degrade my friends too.
No nudes

My duty is to my Master. To ensure his success. To ensure his supremacy.

I carry his seed and birth his heirs. I wear his colours and brand myself with his crest. He is the lord of his House. And i am his confidante.

While the world focus on itself and its individuality, we focus on our family and our interdependence on each other. We are stronger as a whole.

Stronger as a House.

My duty is to my Master. And his, is to conquer the world.

English BWC, 30, curious to find out.

If I was captured in gaza what will happened to me

College black girl that loves being degraded. Any white boys 18-25 are free to use me 🖤

The rumors are true we are always hot, wet & ready to fuck your brains out.

I love telling guys what to do and having control of them, even telling them exactly how to jerk off. I especially love it when we do a roleplay and they pretend to be my stepson, nephew or student. There's something so hot about a guy moaning "mommy" as he cums. I don't know why it turns me on so much but I think it's part of why l'm so addicted to reddit.

Right now… before the story even begins…
you’re already feeling something.

Maybe it’s the warmth in your cheeks.
Maybe it’s the soft tingling in your chest, that ripple spreading low and wide.
Maybe it’s the part of you that’s already saying “yes”…
even if your fingers haven’t moved yet.

There’s a rhythm under these words.
Like breath.
Like pulse.
Like the slow undressing of resistance.

This isn’t about reading. This is about receiving.

And it’s okay to let go just a little more now.
Because this story, it doesn’t push.
It pulls.
It teases.
It unwraps.

There was a woman, someone like you, who felt their body responding before they even knew why.
They thought it was just a story.
Just a post.
But oh…
the way it wrapped around them.
The way it seeped into their skin like warm oil.
The way their lips parted… as they felt their breath deepen, hips soften, and desire stretch awake.

That person lingered.
They savored the delicious tension.
And just when they thought they might wait a little longer…
they did the thing they were aching to do.

They replied.

They introduced themselves.

They let it happen.

(And we’ll come back to that part… but first, feel that again—yes, that.
That humming spark just behind your navel.
That liquid glow melting behind your ribs.
The softness between your thighs, in your belly, in your smile.
The whisper in your body that says… “More.”)

You see… pleasure isn’t just physical.
It’s mental.
It’s emotional.
It’s in the part of you that wants to be seen.
To be welcomed.
To be felt.

And if this were a touch, it would be the kind that hovers.
The kind that waits just long enough for you to lean in.
Because the closer you get, the better it feels.
And the more you feel, the more you want.

That person?
The one who replied?
The moment they said hello, they felt it, a slow surge of satisfaction, curling through them like heat.
They smiled.
They breathed deep.
And they knew…

They’d done exactly what they needed to do.

So if you’ve been feeling that deep, delicious “yes” building with every word…
you can stop pretending you haven’t.

Go ahead.
Let the pleasure become action.
Let the sensation become response.
Let your fingertips type that message to me now in reddit chat of what your body already knows...

“Hi, I'm" .....

Looking to speak to some gentlemen interested in interracial white/arab relationships.

So you can Ask Me Anything tonight, I'll be answering!

P.S.: make your question interesting!