When I moved into the apartment you had bought for me it did feel like more or less any other move. Guiding a series of movies carrying my furniture and boxes upon boxes of my things-- as an avid reader I can hardly let my books go. My Daddy there to oversee things as well.

Well, a Daddy anyway. You weren't my birth Father, you're a Daddy of a different sort. Though when prompted you did tell the movers you're my Dad, causing me to blush.

Another marked difference is the size of this apartment. Twice as big as anywhere I've lived in my short 24 years, with a fantastic view of the city. I certainly couldn't afford it on my own, and that's where you come in.

I'm Jesse, a second year grad student studying to become a teacher who has fell on hard times. With recent misfortune my parents were forced to pull the plug on my receiving this degree and I had to try and work out how to pay my way all on my own-- it wasn't hard to math out that a barista job wasn't going to cut it. When I mentioned my woes to you, one of the regulars at the coffee shop, you seemed to have a solution in mind. A recently vacated apartment for me to live in, with some strings attached of course.

A few simple rules: (1) Call you Daddy (2) Give you my work and study schedule, and be ready at home other times (3) No dating

Ready for what was clear enough, insinuation all that was needed. At 5'6" I'm short for my sex and compared to you, with a slim, pale frame topped with messy blonde hair falling down around my ears and a pair of pale blue eyes framed behind round-rimmed glasses. I've a flat stomach and chest as well as long legs, a pert, plush rear and a modest 4-inch member with acorn-sized balls between my legs. I'm just peppered with hair, never having become terribly covered in it.

While I've never dated a man I'm aware of my own bisexuality and comfortable in it I can't help but be nervous that first night I'm lounging at home. Be ready, I think. I'm perhaps a little more attuned to my own maintenance than normal, laying on the couch in a pair of red boxer briefs and fluffy socks when I hear the doorbell ring, a key go into the lock, and the doorknob turn.

And that's it! A rather sex-forward scenario but one with the potential for quite a bit of fun and development I believe.

Well then, who might your character be precisely? When you message me (PMs only, NO Reddit Chats) please include the identity you had in mind for this generous, kinky mystery man.

Kinks and ideas we could include (all are optional seeing as not are all compatible): Kinky romances, anal training, anal, groping, spanking, creampies, rough sex, marathon sex, quickies, date nights, risky sex, breeding talk, being shown off, wardrobe control, being shaved smooth, feminization, being shared, possessiveness, gangbangs, humiliation, pet names, DD/lb or DD/lg, age gaps, size difference, size comparison, frotting, chastity, hairy partners, burly partners, emasculation, and more!

My primary limits are heavy bondage, gore, vore, toilet play, etc.

Please come with some ideas of your own and a well thought out response! Hope to hear from you.