#ros.

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.

connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.

The gym was unusually quiet, the hum of overhead lights replacing the usual clatter of weights. On an inclined bench, bodies slick with sweat moved in a rhythm far removed from standard workouts.

Straddling them, her thighs tight around their sides, she wore a satisfied grin, still trembling from the climax that had just left her breathless. The air was thick with heat and the scent of arousal. “Wow,” she murmured, brushing damp hair from her face and kissing their cheek. “You were right—this was a great idea.”

ros stepped into cordelia's cozy photography studio, filled with the warm glow of christmas lights and adorned with festive decorations. the air was infused with the scent of pine and cinnamon. cordelia had transformed the space into a winter wonderland. dressed only in a christmas themed lingerie set, ros posed against a backdrop of twinkling lights and a beautifully decorated christmas tree. cordelia expertly captured the festive atmosphere, framing ros in a cascade of soft, wintry hues. as the camera clicked, ros couldn't help but feel the magic of the season, and the genuine joy on her face radiated through her comfort at being photographed..

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

muse: rosalyn, aka ros. mid 40s

plot: ros is taking an early night and unwinding in the apartment above her strip club. a bartender, customer, employee, etc. walks in on her having fun.

ros had had a long week and needed to rewind, so she took a bottle of wine up to the apartment above her strip club. she quickly poured herself a glass of wine and drank it. once the alcohol washed over her, ros found herself needing another sort of release. she quickly discarded her skirt and panties and grabbed her largest sex toy. before using it, however, she put a thumb against her clit and began to stroke herself with slow steady movements. it was almost hypnotic in its effect. her hips bucked slightly as she continued her rhythmic stroking motions. her head rolled back slightly and her eyes half shut. she let herself feel the heat of the burning liquid coursing through her body, she relished in how good it felt as it flowed through her veins. she moaned quietly at the pleasure, feeling an ache building up in her lower stomach. her breath hitched in her throat and her fingers started trembling with need. her mind began to cloud and she lost all sense of where she was, or what was happening around her. she let the feelings wash over her. she let her hands roam freely, caressing her breasts and pussy, touching herself softly. she was completely enthralled by this moment, she couldn’t stop herself. she wanted more, needed more. she had always been so controlled and yet now all her restraint was gone. just as she felt her inner walls convulsing, she grabbed her toy again and thrust it deep into herself. in the few seconds it had taken to grab the toy, her orgasm had abated momentarily. the toy was big, so it took some working to push the entire thing in, but she managed it.

muse: rosalyn, aka ros. mid 40s

connections: the person she came with to the party, a coworker of the person she came with, etc.

in the dim glow of the city lights, ros stood on the rooftop terrace, her tall silhouette outlined against the urban panorama. the night unfolded with a rhythmic pulse of possibilities. dressed in a tailored ensemble that exuded both power and elegance, she sipped her whiskey, the amber liquid mirroring the city's golden skyline.tThe soft hum of conversations wafted through the air as ros observed the crowd, a mix of intrigue and detachment in her piercing gaze. despite only being a guest of a renowned executive in the prestigious firm who's party she was at, she commanded respect effortlessly, her sharp mind matching the precision of her appearance. the city below seemed like a chessboard, and ros reveled in the strategic moves life presented, navigating the corporate landscape with the finesse of a seasoned player. the night held promises yet to unfold, and in Ros's world, every moment was an opportunity waiting to be seized.

ros prided herself in being someone people could talk to. she knew what she wanted and how she wanted to run things, but she wasn't a bitch about it. her girls trusted her. her bartenders trusted her. and her bosses trusted her. she worked well with her crew - all of them, not just the bartenders and strippers - so she could expect loyalty and respect from those around her. however, in the bedroom? she was the dominate one. she liked to be the one in charge. she considered herself a switch, but whichever role she played, she was the one in charge.

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

muse: rosalyn, aka ros. mid 40s

connections: bartender, customer, employee

the one thing that rosalyn loved about being the last one at the strip club was how quiet it was. it gave her ample opportunities to have a quiet few drinks. she took them with a smile as she sipped her beer and tried not to think too hard about anything. once she had finished her second beer of the night, she figured she would have a little bit of fun with herself. it had been a while and she needed a release.

grabbing a vibrator from the upstairs bedroom, she made her way back down to the strip where she would be able to watch herself in one of the big mirrors. she wasn’t sure why she thought it would be fun to play with herself in front of the mirror, but she wanted to watch her body react to the pleasure. there was something kind of erotic about watching yourself get aroused by yourself.

ros quickly dropped her skirt and panties and made herself comfortable on a couch, in perfect of view of a mirror. she mindlessly turned on her vibrator. she laid back so she was propped against her elbow and spread her legs apart enough to press her vibrator into the space between her folds. when she closed her eyes tight shut, she could feel it. she knew it was working because her nipples were hardening and the heat was building up inside her core. she let out a soft moan. she started rocking herself. she kept her hands wrapped tightly around the vibrator, squeezing every time it got close to her clit. she could tell that it was starting to work overtime now. she opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. it looked like her skin was glistening in anticipation. the heat was growing steadily, making the area surrounding her clitoris slick and wet. she moved slowly as she stroked herself again, letting her hips rock and move in time with her vibrator. she could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening and her chest lifting slightly as the orgasm grew closer and closer. she didn’t know how long she sat there, staring at herself, before feeling herself losing control completely, her breath coming quicker and faster. she moved the vibrator from inside of her folds and onto her clit, her pussy walls contracting as her orgasm coursed through her body. she let out another deep groan, arching her neck backwards and closing her eyes tight shut as it happened. she couldn’t remember ever experiencing such an intense sensation before. quickly she looked back in the mirror, her orgasm still coursing through her body, as she watched herself squirt. she laughed and shook her head, trying to shake away the haze in her mind. ros' inner walls were still quaking with pleasure as she moved the vibrator back to her opening. her body ached as she continued moving the vibrator along the folds of her vagina, pressing harder as she did so. after a few moments, her movements slowed down until she found herself stopping altogether, leaving her completely spent.