Hello! Is this an individual story writing competition only? Can I collaborate with another author?

What a surprise on a beautiful morning! I love the humor in this poem. Keep it up! ❤️

Role playing is fun when my partner builds a story scene with me. Been here for 5 months and out of the many who attempted to play with me, only a few showed understanding of the word.

A lot use the word "play" in the rooms without any scene building at all. They just ask "Wanna have fun"? or "Are you horny like me? " and they get on with it and they call it roleplaying. 😂

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with having found a few creative souls who make my naughty and curious mind sated.

Maybe there can be a role playing contest so that creativity could be shared in the rooms. 😝

Thanks, Dimitri! We should write one poem together soon.

He has brought me
to places I’ve never dared—
with words that moved
like his hand across my skin,
slow, knowing,
pausing in all the right places.

His commas
were our breathing—
ragged, held,
then deep again.
Exactly like how I wanted
his tongue to
to dive into the pearls
between my legs.

Every sentence
drew me closer
to the edge.
And when the period came,
It was the hush
after the tension snapped,
the quiet ache
of something undone.

And so I wait
to read him more
to drink his smiles
to applaud his words
that can unravel more commas,
elipses and question marks.

Well, I will leave it to the reader's imagination.

I was actually thinking that the muse was 'seriously hoping' that the encounter was more than the intertwining of their bodies, responding to what you wrote:

Yet in the heat of the moment

I knew this was something sublime

And should have paid more attention

For this was my last first time.

@dcalguy, I responded to your beautiful poetry from the muse's POV. I hope you don't mind.

I knew I was one of the many of your firsts.
The way you whispered into my ears
has said it all.

We may all be different,
yet, always the same.
A bruised soul
wandering to feel life again.
And you were so good
in giving me just that.

I knew I was one of the many of your firsts.
The hurried fumbling out of clothes,
The way your hand travelled from my neck,
my breasts, my tummy, and my thighs
said it all.

We may all be different,
yet, always the same.
Aching for hungry kisses,
panting for more caress.

I hope you knew
you were also the first
who tried to trace
the fine lines on my face,
the moles on my curves,
the tightness of my folds.

I hope you knew
That when I led you
to the divine,
I was praying
the whole time.