Sex role play chat room
Neko-cats, the old and the “enhanced,” the elf and the tentacle alien, all mix in orgiastic pleasure, for it’s not merely the imagined body that titillates the mun, but the writing, the opportunity to extend your literary imagination.
My own characters have profile images of “anime traps,” men who are either gay or so feminine that cisgendered males find them attractive.
The act of roleplaying lies somewhere between transition and drag, between taking identity seriously and making fun of it.
Nearly every character you meet in the RP realm is pansexual.
Perhaps the negligence of chat room roleplay is due to its fetishistic, erotic nature, which one encounters instantly, with chat programs highlighting rooms like “the futunari hotsprings” (the room I was instantly zapped into at https://roleplay.chat/).
The bond between character and mun is inescapably erotic: losing yourself in your character does not mean knowing him from head-to-toe, but submitting yourself to his will, letting yourself slip into him (or “bleed” as roleplaying scholars put it).
Likewise, public chat rooms are often chaotic meeting grounds, with names like “all creatures tavern,” “outcast orphanage,” “insane mental hospital” or “monsters academy,” all of which splice genres and storylines, creating aberrant worlds of experimentation that test characters against the truly out-of-their-world.
Users often remain anonymous, and their written words only last until they reach the chat room’s loading limit before transpiring into white space.
Included in this unleashing of infinite play time was the AOL chat room service, which allowed users to create and manage their own rooms.
Guilds emerged in the hundreds, some favoring the game dynamics of dice-rolls and experience points, while others, the “literates,” promoted experimentation, creativity, and the sacred bond between character and writer.
“I have no qualms with very slowly disrobing,” turning back to @Kawika G, “I didn’t catch your name, miss.
But I’ll dare, since you seem so tired, to imagine something to wake you. Specifically, a lap dance, from you, to the lucky volunteer, me.” Voice was sweet, dripping playful charisma, “But don’t you think about touching me.