I am 18 and all other characters and participants must be 18 . My Kik is sexyprompts

I guess I did tell him that I wanted you. I didn’t think anything of it. I told him I thought you were hot, more as an observation than anything else. He asked if I wanted you, and I, somewhat confused, said sure, in the way any guy wants a hot girl.

But I didn’t expect this.

I take the paper off my door, walking into my home. You’re waiting for me, on your knees, black collar, straps on your chest cupping your exposed breasts, fishnet stockings, pointed heels, leather cuffs on your wrist chained together behind your back. You look at me with needy eyes as you bite at your lip, like you’ve been waiting for this, like you’ve been waiting for me.

I look down at the note that was taped to my door. “She’ll be good for you. I promise.”

I swallow. I guess I said I wanted you. And, at least for now, you’re mine.

(So who are we? Are you my best friend’s hot wife? The bride the day before the wedding, given away for one last night of fun with the best man? A prostitute that my friend bought me for the night? Are you paying off his debts to me? Or is the note a rouse? Did you overhear us, so excited by being wanted that you snuck out and forged the note? The possibilities are endless so let’s have some fun with it!)

BONUS: The Breeding Visa- I don’t have this idea as fully fleshed out, but basically, in response to the recent population crisis in your country, the government is giving out a limited number of visas to other countries for virile men to come and get women pregnant. You are in the program hoping to be bred, I’m visiting from another country hoping for consequence free (for me) sex. Do you take me to your home? Or my hotel? Does the government have a facility for this? Is it nice? Or dingy? Again not as thought out so open to ideas.