private roleplaying

hello,

I'm looking for two to three roleplayers who are interested in private roleplaying, it can be on PM, blog, or private made roleplay.

What I'm looking for;
mun +21
can do 3rd p.o.v roleplaying
can do more than a semi-paragraph 
mun who can do a reply as a minimum once a week
mun who is willing to play as the male character
mun can separate between ooc and ic

I'm;
you can call me by my character's name or malak
I'm in my mid-twenties, working fulltime 
I can do both 1st and 3rd p.o.v, though I prefer 3rd
I can do from semi-paragraph to multi-paragraph/novella
I do not mirror my replies, but I always make sure that my replies have enough substance
my time-zone is gmt +2
I can do  minimum of two replies a week, if I get hindered, I'm good at letting my partner know
I do not have off-limits genres, but I do have preference, which are; romance, drama, angst, adult themes
 

plots; 

gold-digger; taken
that's all I'm to you, you believe that I'm after your father's money, you believe I'm selling my body to him in exchange for his money, parties, clothes and jewelry. the disgust in your eyes is so obvious, and you don't even try to hide it, but you know what? I'm okay with that, actually I prefer that, I prefer you believing me being the gold-digger than you knowing my real reasons, but what I can't stand is when you get drunk and seek me, then your eyes aren't disgusted or hating, your eyes have that longing in them that matches mine, and how can I turn my back to you when you look at me like that?

love the way you lie;
you came home late, and I smile, I know you were with her, I can smell her scent on you, but when you hug my and tell me how sorry you're for being late at work I believe you, when you tell me you love me, I believe you, not because you're telling me the truth, but because I prefer your lies to the truth, because once I finally disbelieve your lies, then I'll leave, I'll pack and without a back glance leave. you know it, I know it, so I'm hanging in to your lies, and love the way you tell them.

cry me a river;
it won't help, your tears won't make me forgive you, how do I forgive you when she is my kid sister, how do I forgive you when all the time you were with me it was because of her. do you know how it feels when you question every glance, every touch and every kiss, where they meant for me? or were you seeing her when you touched or kissed me, were they to her? I know I'm not as pretty as her, I know I'm not as young as her, but I won't be a substitute, I won't stay, not even for the innocent life that hasn't seen the light of the day yet.

when the sun goes down; taken
I know your eyes are on me, I can feel them every night, whenever I walk down the street, whenever I buy that small bag with the white powder, I feel your eyes on me, who are? I don't know you, I don't think I ever met you, but whenever the sun goes down, there you are. finally I work my curage to go talk to you, and what you tell me makes no sense, how am I an heiress, what do you mean that you are my bodyguard? I'm just a homeless woman, a woman who lost her job, her home and her little baby, so tell me a drug addicted like me, how can she be a heiress or anything at all. 

;
so what if "I'm a young brat" as you like to call me, so what you're almost a decade older than me, you still , you still make me feel all funny and giddy. I want you, and I'm prepared to do anything to have you on any form and with any rules you set. I agree to them all:
1: friends with benefit 
2: no one can ever know
3: no romance or i love yous 
easy, so easy, or is it?


writing sample; 
bleakness,
Krystal looked down at the table and the only word that could describe her feelings was bleakness, how could someone profess their love and in the next sentence slice you over by demanding an open marriage. Open marriage? What does that even entitle? The only thing Krystal could describe it as, it was a way to let your partner that you're cheating on them, without them being able to do anything about it. It means that you flounce your lovers before your partner and they only could smile at them as if nothing. 

With a sigh, Krystal looked up at her husband wondering how they ended there, how they ended talking about him not feeling any ual feelings for her, that she wasn't turning him on anymore, how did they end talking about him trying with other women, when they were actually supposed to go on a date. 
As if trying to understand all of this she needed a minute, so she cast a small glance down at her wristwatch and then looked at the man before her and with a small voice said; "I guess out date is canceled" 

The way her husband looked back at her showed how unbelievable he found her at that moment, but she was sure not as much as she thought him, and in that precise moment she felt nothing for him other than disgust at his proposition. Shaking her head she stood up grabbed her bag and with a bland look at the still sitting man said; "now that the date is canceled, I guess I'll get back to work, as for the open marriage, sure, do as you wish, and don't worry I'm not going to divorce you, so go get with someone else." 
She was already at the door when she heard him call her name, but no matter how many times he said it, she was going to be deaf to his pleas and his callings.

if this is anything for you leave a comment or private message me and then we take it from there :)