My girlfriend of 4 years makes Onlyfans content. She started doing it year 2 of our relationship. Being the adventurous one, i didn’t mind whatsoever. The money is great and she really enjoys doing it. She has been doing it solo but only until recently she has brought up the idea to collaborate with a male creator. It will be a video of them Fucking in public. It’s strictly business related but i really don’t know how i feel about it

Made a new friend!

We both are broadcasters on chaturbate. We were discussing possibly a collaboration. Both of us on cam together. Only to find out we don't live as close together as we hoped. I'm 39 hes 22. However we did discuss creating roleplay recordings. 

SOOOO...If anyone has any ideas, scenarios, themes they think would be hot or that they themselves want to see. Let me know.

Both of us have already discussed taboo like roleplay and both are good with it. So I am going to be making a few. 

Older brother younger brother, son dad, cousins. Things like that. Moch phone communication. Texting, that leads to face timing. But either way. I'm excited to watch a 22 year old being turned on by my cock. I get to watch a fresh young 22 year old cock cum for me.

Can't wait to read replys!

This is an ongoing thread where I would like to fix some ideas of mine and comment on different matters such as:

- The problem of consent (there really is none actually, problem I mean)
- Issues of legality and abuse
- General observations I have made here @ motherless
- maybe some off topic ideas and remarks

I am very interested in your collaboration. And I hope you can find some meaning in what I am writing...

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Looking for someone willing to via chat and email write out out some dirty hot lil collaborative fantasy/ cyber sex. I have a ridiculous amount of pics of myself, so you have some too.

I can still feel every sequin on this dress brushing against my skin as I relive that night. The silver chainmail fabric was so light yet clingy, the high slits letting cool air kiss my thighs with every step I took through the hotel ballroom. My long wavy hair fell over my bare shoulders, my glasses perched on my nose, and I felt sexy, powerful, and just a little wicked knowing how the deep cowl neckline plunged between my breasts. It was the after-hours party at the business conference — the real networking happened here, under the low lights and pulsing music.I arrived fashionably late, the dress catching every eye as I walked in. “Christine! You look incredible,” a group of marketing execs called out. We dove right into shop talk — potential deals, follow-up campaigns. I handed out my number like candy: “Here, text me those slides tomorrow — . Let’s make this collaboration happen.” They laughed, we clinked glasses, and someone suggested a quick selfie to remember the connection. I held my phone up, smiled big, and snapped one with the whole group. The flash made my dress explode with sparkles. It felt good — professional, flirty, alive.Later I drifted through the crowd and met him. Alex. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, dark hair, and that easy, magnetic smile that made my stomach flutter. We clicked instantly — same industry jokes, shared frustrations with conference panels, and then the conversation turned personal. His eyes kept drifting down the shimmering lines of my dress, lingering on the slits that parted with my movements. The chemistry was instant and electric. “You’re dangerous in that dress,” he murmured at one point, and I laughed, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. We took our own selfie together, arms around each other, my head tilted toward his shoulder just a little too close for “just colleagues.” The sequins glittered under the party lights as I held the phone out. God, I looked happy. And a little naughty.As the party thinned out around midnight, Alex offered to walk me back to my room. “Can’t let a woman in a dress like that wander these halls alone,” he teased. My heart was already racing when I said yes. In the elevator the air felt thick. By the time we reached my door I was buzzing. “One glass of wine?” I asked, voice casual but my pulse anything but. He stepped inside.The room was dimly lit by the city skyline glowing through the floor-to-ceiling window — soft gold and white lights from the buildings below, just enough to see each other clearly. I poured two glasses of red from the mini-bar. We stood close, sipping, talking, but the words were fading. His eyes were dark on mine, then on my lips, then lower, tracing the way the silver fabric hugged my breasts and hips. The sexual tension was so thick I could barely breathe. We set our glasses down. He stepped in, our bodies almost touching, my lips parting as his face lowered toward mine…My phone rang. Robert — my husband — lighting up the screen.I held up a finger to Alex, eyes wide with a secret little smile, and mouthed “Shhh.” He nodded, but that mischievous glint in his eyes told me he wasn’t going to behave. I answered, trying to sound perfectly normal. “Hey honey, how’s your night going?”Alex moved behind me while I talked, his big hands settling on my shoulders first. Strong, warm, kneading the tension away. It felt so good I almost sighed into the phone. I didn’t pull away. “Yeah, the panels were great today,” I told you, voice steady even as his palms slid slowly down my back, thumbs tracing my spine through the thin, sparkling dress. The sequins shifted under his touch, cool metal against my heated skin.His hands reached my hips. I kept chatting about the conference, telling you I missed you, all while his fingers gripped the curve of my ass and squeezed — firm, possessive, sending a jolt straight between my legs. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t step away. The thrill of it — talking to my husband while another man’s hands were on me — made my nipples tighten against the sequined fabric.
Then his hands slid around to the front. He cupped my breasts fully, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples through the dress. A tiny gasp slipped out and I stammered, “Y-yes, everything’s… everything’s fine, the after-party was nice too…” My voice caught for just a second. I could feel how hard he was against my back, how much he wanted me. I walked slowly toward the window, phone still to my ear, the city lights sparkling below like a thousand eyes that couldn’t see what was happening. “I love you, Robert. Goodnight,” I said softly, ending the call and setting the phone down on the windowsill.The second the call disconnected, Alex was on me. His mouth found the side of my neck, hot and open, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing my skin. I tilted my head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping before I could stop it. His fingers hooked the thin chain straps of my dress and pulled them down my shoulders. The shimmering fabric slid down my body like liquid silver — over my breasts, past my waist, over the swell of my hips, and pooled at my ankles in a glittering heap. I stood there in nothing but my heels and a tiny lace thong, the cool air from the window kissing my bare skin, my nipples tight and aching, my body trembling with need.I stepped out of the dress, turned in his arms, and let him pull me against him. The city lights painted us both in soft gold as his hands roamed freely now — no husband on the phone, no pretending. Just raw, hungry desire.

Are there any 18-21 year old young women who would want to collaborate on a sex video with a 30-something autistic man (me!)? My cock isn't humongous but it's not small either. It's just right for a hairy 18-21 year old cunt lol no fake breasts, no tattoos or nipple piercings preferably a natural hairy cunt :) thanks!

Sissy Hypno Content Creator here!

Looking for content creators to possibly network and collaborate with. I want horny friends that can be creative too! 

Music? Editors? Voice Talent? 

Looking to ask a female some questions, in private, on her perspective of a few things regarding my significant other. If you qualify well enough to answer them as in share similar mindsets, interests etc. I would appreciate your input once, twice or even in the long term.

I am open to any questions you may have as well so this could be a continuous collaboration if you wish. I am in a committed relationship and not looking for anything.

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