Warning: femdom, pegging, and bi encouragement themes ahead.

There are few moments in life more awkward than running into an ex; the look of recognition, the lopsided smiles, the pleasantries exchanged as though you’re mere acquaintances who never shared a bed. When that bed was also the site of a specific kink or fetish, it adds a whole other dimension of discomfort. As you exchange banal small talk about your jobs, your apartments, your siblings… there’s that crackling awareness that you know each other’s sexual secrets; all the shameful little things that make that other person go weak.

Jesse was at the farmer’s market with his new girlfriend, The New Yorker bag on his shoulder weighed down with peaches, turnips, arugula, and radishes. He and Olivia had only been dating for a few months, but if you saw them sauntering amongst the vendors — holding hands and laughing — you would've assumed they were a battle-tested couple. They didn’t live together, but they rarely spent a night apart.

“Oh babe, look at these!” Olivia said, bending at the waist to inspect a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in cellophane. Jesse, ever the dutiful boyfriend, was already reaching for his wallet, ready to shower his new sweetheart with yet another gift. But as he opened his billfold he was suddenly seized by a full-body chill; like a sudden cold front that hits in October. He looked up and there she was. Lauren. Her red hair bounced gingerly about her shoulders. Her black heels clicked across the concrete floor. her glossed lips were curved upwards in that signature, confident smirk. She was hanging on the arm of a handsome gentleman; her own new lover no doubt.

“Hi Jesse,” she growled flatly as she passed. That was all she said but it was enough to leave his heart pounding in his chest and his cock stiffening in his underwear… It had been months since the last time Jesse knelt on Lauren’s bedroom floor wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein tighty-whities... Desperate for her to call him a "good boy."

“Who’s that?” Olivia asked befuddled.

“Oh… um… nobody… just an old friend.” Jesse kissed Olivia hard on the mouth, hoping it might settle the nerves that were suddenly rattling through his veins.

But that night, as Olivia was in her tiny kitchen mixing up their vegetables in a stir-fry, Jesse was on her couch, his trembling hands thumbing through his iPhone to pull up Lauren’s contact info. It was Jesse’s idea to end things. He couldn’t stand the power she had over him. He was ashamed of the things she made him do… pegging… creating a Grindr account... inviting other guys into their bedroom. When he thought of Lauren, all he felt was shame… but here he was typing out a text message to her…

It was good to see you again. Send.

[Thanks for reading!

If you’re interested in writing the Lauren side of this story, shoot me message. Feel free to either continue from where the prompt leaves off or ask any questions you may have about the story’s trajectory and themes. It’s important to me that you feel total ownership over your side of the story, so feel free to adjust any details as you see fit. You can even change Lauren's name and appearance if you want.

In a perfect world we’ll go long term with this and explore how Jesse lets Lauren back into his life and it inevitably leads him down a road to ruin.

Jesse is 27 and he’s a graphic designer. He’s 5’11, lean and lanky, with short but messy dark hair and blue eyes. He wears fashionable glasses with clear thick rims. Despite his lean physique, he’s fit thanks to a running and rowing regimen.

I’m open to writing in either first or third person. Feel free to respond whenever you read this. I’m looking forward to connecting.]