If you have a good challenge on your profile, your match will be accepted.
โ No Spam, No BS
Donโt send me โwanna fuck?โ or โbe my slutโ type messages. Iโm not here to feed your ego. Respect me or walk away.
No, Miranda isnโt my real name. No, I wonโt tell you the real one. Iโm here for more than games โ I like chatting, teasing, and writing about the ones who leave a mark.
Yes, Iโm a girl. Yes, Iโm real.
If I message first, it means I really want to play with you.
Writing about unforgettable matches
Losing control... when it feels earned
Being teased, dominated, or surprised
Earning a spot in someone elseโs gallery
Turning RP into art
Erotic Wrestling | Dom/Sub Play | Sensual RP
DM RP or Match RP (1-2 hrs if we vibe)
I play for fun, but I can compete if you want to play rough
Will take betsโฆ but you better win if youโre cocky
๐ด๐ ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐ - Opi
The match started like any other. I was confident, teasing... maybe a bit careless. Before I knew it, he had stripped me bare, fingers deep in my mouth, slaps echoing in my ears.
I became his good girl, crawling on all fours, bound and used. My resistance melted with each thrust. Even when I got free, he pinned me again and again.
He didnโt let me win. He let me think I might. Then he made me cum. Twice. And just before leaving me breathless and wrecked, he gave me a gift a reminder that I had become his toy.
I still wear that memory.
๐ฅ Unforgettable Match: Roby
There are matches you win, and then there are matches that change youโฆ This one was the latter.
It started like a dance a graceful clash of strength and will. One moment, I had him in my grip. The next, I was tangled in his. That first round was a battle of equals... until it wasnโt. As the minutes passed, he began to unravel my rhythm. With every grip, every move, he bent my resistance. Just as I thought Iโd lose myself, the bell saved me. Temporarily.
The second round began with fire in my veins. I struck first, fierce and focused. But Roby he knew how to break that fire. Slowly. Relentlessly. I remember the moment clearly: he had me on my knees, not by brute force, but by sheer dominance. He didnโt ask. He made me beg not just with my lips, but with my body.
I tried to hold on, tried not to give in entirely. But when he called in a friendโฆ I had no fight left. I tapped out. And in that moment, I wasn't a warrior anymore. I was his a beautiful, broken plaything left at his mercy.
He didnโt just defeat me. He owned me with precision, with cruelty, with perfection.
And Iโฆ I let him.
A Match of Fear, Fire and Surrender : Bran
I began this match with nerves pounding in my chest, but I struck first locking him in a lotus hold, thinking I could control him. That illusion broke fast. He twisted me into a dragon sleeper, slammed me down when I tried to trap him, and soon I was dragged helpless to the center, spanked and humiliated.
I fought back facesitting him, slamming him but every spark of control slipped away. He pinned me, mocked me, reversed me, and when I thought I was clever, he reminded me how fragile my victories were. The first penetration sealed it. My body betrayed me.
He owned me, flipping me again and again, pressing me under, making me his. I gave in more times than I want to admitโฆ yet in the end, I found a spark left. I turned him under me, forced him to finish, and claimed the win.
Youโll know if you belong here. Or youโll beg to be added. Either way, make yourself unforgettable.
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