I'm 18 and all players and characters must be 18

Face full of sand. Rocks rolling off my shoulder. Blood turned into a dusty cake-like substance against my cheek. My ears ring the same flat tone of my one-thousand volt microwave in my apartment, and then the finishing 'DING' smacks the inside of my brain. Where there was ringing, there is now screaming, and also crying. Perez is not screaming or crying, but sleeping peaceful on a wet pillow of red sand. It is Ryan who is screaming and crying, curled up against the hot and twisted metal of a destroyed Humvee, which was turned into the size of a baby's crib by the explosion.

Darkness and silence ends my nightmare. I do not come out of sleep in a frenzied sweat, panicked and disoriented. I know very well that it was just a dream, and I wake with a quiet exhale of breath and a slow opening of my eyes. The ceiling fan above me spins like the rotor on the Apache, but it does not give off the same powerful sound.

I am not alone. The woman I took with me from the bar last night is here, still fast asleep at 4:56 AM, fully naked underneath that thin bedsheet. The sex was relieving, but not fulfilling. And though I began many early mornings like this, beside a naked and beautiful woman, I did not feel complete. Since my discharge from the Army, I have never been alone, but have always been lonely. Always seen, but never understood.

She can wake herself in an hour or two, and in the meantime I would exercise. My routine was much the same as it had been for the past decade, even in the Army. I ran around my neighborhood, went to the gym for forty-five minutes of weightlifting, and then returned home to eat breakfast and shower. When I returned, she would be awake, and I would share a meal with her before she left. I told her I would call her, but that was a lie.

A ring comes from my pocket, and I see my phone is alight. My friends have been messaging me in the group chat, and only now did I even recognize the ringing of a new message. These were not my Army buddies, but friends I found after my discharge. They were other formerly enlisted men that found a career in personal protection, or bodyguarding, and they wanted me to join the same escort service they worked for. Shaun talked very often about how he guarded Cameron Diaz at a celeb function once; and Devon never stopped bragging about his job for Jennifer Lopez. And for once, I had an update for them... I would be guarding Natalie Portman.

Hello readers!

The perspective of the above scene is first person, and written from your character's point-of-view. I have a loose idea of him being former military, discharged for an injury or failing psychological tests, and then becoming a bodyguard for some personal escort service, where he is hired out to the service of Natalie Portman (who I would be playing). I also have him being sexually experienced. He's not a "player" exactly, but in his depression he goes out to bars and clubs frequently to drink and hook up with women. I imagine him being over thirty, maybe in his forties, but no more than that. Beyond those things, he's yours to create and build however you like!

I imagined this being a gushy romance, something slow-burn. We can discuss together a few key story beats, namely what event drives the couple into a romance. We can have your character saving mine from a dangerous situation, helping her escape paparazzi, or simply driving her around everywhere and never needing to risk his life to help her.

Kinks: Romance (I want this to be a sweet and loving relationship), rough sex (as sweet as the relationship is, Natalie deserves a good rough fucking, so don't disappoint her!), age gap, impreg/breeding, bareback sex, experience gap (he should be more experienced than her), body worship, foreplay, oral focus, rimming, lingerie, teasing, and more.

Limits: Gore, vore, scat.

Please send me a DM, and let me know what your ideas are for this pairing and what kinks you want to focus on. Tell me more about the bodyguard character, and tell me what you like about Natalie. Thanks!