Warning: this prompt ended up being way longer than I initially intended. Only want men responders.

Roleplay where I (F), a black recent college grad (18 ), am dating your white son (18 ). He and I met in college and you’ve (M) never had a chance to meet me in the past. Your son is back living at home for the year to save for grad school and I live in the next town over. When your son came home from college he introduced me to you and your wife and you couldn’t stop staring at me.

You couldn’t believe your son had scored such a beautiful woman. Why did I have to wear those short shorts that perfectly showed off my chocolate legs, you wondered to yourself. You had never been with a black woman before but you’ve always wondered what it would be like.

As you get older, you and your wife have been having sex less and less and it’s getting difficult not having your needs met. Besides the sex, you’re happily married and not trying to leave, but damn, it’s hard not to be tempted by other women sometimes. Even though your son seems totally smitten with me, you can’t stop thinking about me when you’re alone. Especially after another night of your wife falling asleep early.

You’ve started to find excuses to be around when I come to visit and I’ve caught you looking at me more than once. To your surprise, I smile slyly and hold eye contact with you as I reach down to pick something I dropped on the ground giving you ample view of her my tits through the top of my tank top. Did I mean to not wear a bra today? you’ll never know. Your pants tighten, you’ve got to stop thinking like this. I’m playing with fire, and I know it, but the thought of an attractive older man, my boyfriend’s dad, maybe being into me, definitely makes me wetter than I’d like to admit.

The other day my boyfriend gave you my number before we went out for the night because his phone was broken and you wanted to know how you could reach him if needed. So now you have my number and yesterday you looked down at your phone to see a new message. It’s from me. It’s a picture I just took of myself laying in bed showing off my ass in my tightest pair of jeans, which were basically painted on. Those jeans always drove my boyfriend wild. I put in a tongue emoji 👅 for good measure. Fuck. I’ve just realized I accidentally sent that to you and not my boyfriend.

As soon as I realize it, I scramble to text: “Omg I am so sorry Mr. [name]! I meant to send that pic to [your son]. I am so mortified 😖. Could you please delete this and promise you’ll never mention this to [your son]. I’m so sorry! I never do things like that, I was just trying it out 😞.” That last part is a lie but you don’t need to know that.

“Not a problem 🤐” you respond, but you are definitely not deleting that picture. Not when you’ve already seen the way my ass moves in those particular jeans. I wore them over to your house last week, and of course you noticed. Based on the little things I’ve been doing these last few months, you’re starting to rethink this “accident” of mine. You’re starting to think of any excuse to text me or test me to see if I really am trying to get your attention. And I know I’ve got it, alright. You already know I’m into white guys because of your son but your mind starts drifting to the things you could do to me that your son could only dream of. You wonder if I’ve ever been with a real man? A man who knows what he’s doing? You’d sure like to teach me a few things…

But two problems: you’re married and I’m your son’s fucking girlfriend. Nothing could ever happen. At least for real, but the ways you’ve already made me moan in your fantasies… and I’ve been touching myself thinking about you too. There’s no way my boyfriend realizes how lucky he is, you think to yourself. And now you’re jealous that he’s the one who gets to feel my tits and make my nipples hard. He’s the one who gets to feel the warm wetness of my mouth wrap around his dick. He’s the one who gets an amazing view of my ass when he bends me over to fuck me from behind. If only that could be you… I certainly fantasize that it is you, sometimes…

Hit me up on Kik: @ebony.pinkcenter if you want to test the waters with me.

Strong writers wanted. Regular contact, short or long term. First person role play. In your first message, tell me what you fantasize doing to me.