Hi there! I'm just looking for open-ended feedback and general critiques! It's my first DPP prompt, and I wanna make sure it's one that'll catch people's attention! Feel free to be honest!

Thanks in advance!

As a senior in college, I thought I had my life planned and figured out. I had been with my girlfriend since high-school and couldn't imagine myself with anyone else but her.

Plainly put, we were a perfect fit, like a key that you could effortlessly push into a lock. She was the same age as me, mature, understood my dumb sense of humor, liked all the same shows I did, put forth the effort to get into my hobbies as I did for her, and even had a good start to her career as an assistant to HR.

She was safe, and we were a team dedicated to making our long-distance relationship work....or so I thought.

At the start of my senior year, we both got cold to one another, arguments started, I got busier, and we both visited less. I'll be honest in admitting my faults in letting the relationship decline....I was bored. She was the safe relationship I always wanted, but it came at the expense of any passion. I didn't feel like she loved me because I was the best option because she couldn't fathom being with anyone else. It just felt like I was another calculated move in the chess game of her life, and she did the bare minimum to keep me around.

This was obvious to me in our bedroom habits, being a total pillow princess she let me do the work and pretty much anything I wanted....but never asked to do anything to me, never got excited to have sex, never even tried to spice things up like I did from time to time. I thought I could live with it, but at some point, I realized the sex life reflected the whole relationship, and I broke it off. It was somewhat amicable, and we agreed to take an indefinite break, explore ourselves for a while, and if we felt the desire to reconnect, we would.

After a month of "exploring myself," I was a mess. The relationship may have been lacking a bit of passion, but stability was better than nothing, right?

That's when I met Katie.

She was a soon to be first year at the college I was attending, originally from a town not too far away, and we met after I accidentally added her on Instagram. Really, I just thought she was....breathtaking.

Her wild, neat, yet still kinda frizzy, neon hair was such a stark difference to the dull chestnut I was used to seeing in my ex, I didn't even know girls in real life dyed their hair like that.

Her profile picture was just a cute candid photo a friend obviously took of her flipping off the camera, but.... there was just so much personality in that one photo that I couldn't help but request to follow her in hopes of glancing over a few more photos.

I thought it would end at that, honestly, but to my surprise, an hour later, she had sent me a DM and a follow request back. She asked how I knew her, and I replied, simply, that....I didn't, she just had a cool profile picture.

Before I knew it, she was asking to FaceTime me, telling me I was handsome, liking my Instagram posts, asking me out for coffee. I was bewildered, to say the least, my brain perplexed at what I could have possibly done to garner such an emphatic response, but....I guess she just thought I was attractive.

Facetiming led to a coffee date. A coffee date led to an impromptu movie. A movie turned into her asking to see my dorm. Asking to see my dorm, to my confused yet ecstatic surprise, was just her excuse to get me alone in a room with her and a bed~

What followed was probably more passionate and lust jam packed into one night than I had ever experienced in the entirety of my last relationship.

I didn't have to ask for her to give me oral, she simply dropped down to her knees before I could even close my dorm door, unbuckling my belt like it was locking away the last meal on earth and she had been starving for months, drooling as she slapped my flaccid cock onto her face, flattering me with compliments of size and taste as she ran her tongue along the shaft of my manhood, sighing with delight like the taste was phenomenal.

She didn't complain or show disgust when I asked to try fucking her throat, feeling braver than I ever had before, obsessed with the fact that the answer might not be an immediate no. She simply told me not to ask for things that I wanted, to just do what felt right, do what I desire and she'd let me know if it was too much.

She said "thinking and worrying ruins the moment."

I took her advice to heart and to my surprise, when I guided her head down slowly, tightly gripping her hair, shoving my mast down her clamping throat, she laughed with muffled pleasure as I moaned, starting to fuck her throat softly.

When I tried to reciprocate her giving nature, she said she had a better idea because she still hadn't "tasted enough."

I didn't complain as she dominantly sat her dripping slit on my face, teasingly shoving it to my mouth for me to taste with my eager tongue before leaning down and continuing with her own eagerness on my spit covered shaft. She tasted amazing, like something I could, and would, get addicted to in a heartbeat, which I made sure to show with my mouth, occasionally getting distracted at her own display of appreciation, her lips and tongue taking me all the way down to my base.

Before too long she was taking away my new addiction from me, saying she couldn't wait a second longer, that she needed me inside her. I didn't know someone could "need" me inside them, but she certainly acted like it as she didn't even wait for me to find a condom before she lowered herself on my stone-like stick, entranced in her own world as she used me like her favorite sex toy, riding me like a horse and shoving her tongue down my throat like it was hers to do what she wished with.

The roles reversed quickly as I was enticed by this new mindset. "Enjoy yourself, be in the moment, don't worry."

I gently motioned and guided her onto her back where I spread her legs wide before roughly shoving this new favorite toy of hers into her dripping hole, thrusting gently at first before feeding off her moans, every harder thrust met with a louder moan. Suddenly, thrusts became ramming as her moans became something short of screams of pleasure, begging me to go harder, use her, fill her up.

I had never came so hard in my life, let alone without protection.....there was simply no word to describe the amount of endorphins and euphoria I felt in my head.

I loved the stability of my ex-girlfriend, and I knew she would be the best option for a partner that I could build the life I always wanted with....but I couldn't give this up...not when I know how good things can feel.

Not when I knew how true passion felt.

How can I get both?

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Howdy! I know that was a long read, so thanks for sticking with it, it really means a lot!

I've really loved the idea of someone stuck between two partners recently.

One who lacks passion but is mature enough to understand that immaturity, like indulging in risky acts, can result in a life of constantly fixing things.

The other, who lacks maturity, but understands that passion and lust in all facets of life is what makes us feel alive and wanted.

As for how the prompt would play out, I'd love to hear your take on it! Would this poor, soon-to-be college grad try to juggle and hide two relationships at once? Would he choose the safer option but keep dipping his toes back into the world of immaturity and lust? Would his new found partner crime simply be okay being the "other women?"

Come at me with any and all ideas you've got for how this roleplay could continue!

Please, send only chats if possible, as I prefer to send references images in the beginning to sort out characters appearances and outfits♡