You had me when you were 19, but you were broke and couldn’t afford to keep me so you had to give me up and put me in a foster home. While you went off to live your life.

Fast forward to 18 years later. I’m now 18, and I’m working in a more professional high class bar as a bartender to get by as I live on my own. I grew up to be 6’1, rather lean and toned muscular body, with quite handsome features.

We both happened to have signed up on a DNA ancestry site. Where we’re able to find other people we’re potentially related to. I did it to find you. You did it to find me.

You happen to be in the same area and wearing a lovely tight fitted dress. Deciding to drop by into the bar late at night, to get a drink. You just had a date but it went horribly wrong, now you’re sad and your emotions are all over the place. I was wearing a white shirt, with my top 2 buttons undone and my sleeves rolled up.

I notice you sitting on the edge of the black marble counter. You were very appealing to me and were exactly my type. Luckily the bar wasn’t too busy so I was able to make my way to service you. The first thing I did was to serve you a martini on the house, and ask what was wrong.

I then try to flirt with you and cheer you up and make flirty banter to make you laugh. You then ask me what time I get off. You then leave a note about the hotel and room number you’re in.

After my shift, I go up to your hotel room and knock on the door…

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I’d love to play from the moment we hook up. Then 2 days after that we get an email confirmation that we’re related to each other. Then we can go from there.

We can discuss more ideas, if you’re interested in playing. All my kinks are on my profile.