We’re just friends. That’s what we have to tell everybody we know. They notice the chemistry between us, the way we sit so close together all the time, the way we always hang out, spend the night at each others’ places, and confide everything in each other.

You’ve told your boyfriend (long-distance) that he doesn’t have to worry about me. And you sort of believe yourself when you say it.

Once, you two got into a fight about me. He asked, “are you fucking them?” You fervently denied it, but you knew, deep down, that if I made a move on you, you would say yes.

The truth is that you do fantasize about me. A lot. You have wet dreams about me. You touch yourself sometimes when you think about me. You find yourself getting wet when we hug. You maybe even find yourself letting our hugs linger, so you can breathe me in and relish the feeling of my body pressed against yours. Sometimes, you wonder how I feel about the softness of your breasts on my body.

I let you borrow a sweater once. We were hanging out and you were cold. You wear it when you sleep, and when you touch yourself. You like to imagine me holding you while you reach climax.

Once, I fucked a girl and told you all about it. You were jealous when I told you, and a little bit horny. You felt yourself getting a little territorial. You want me all to your self. Sometimes when you touch yourself, you imagine me pounding this girl’s pussy. You imagine her enjoying every inch of me, writhing and moaning.

I want to pretend we’re at the moment where you finally give into your deep desire for me. Maybe you hit on me, too desperate to stop yourself. Or maybe I hit on you, and you’re too horny to resist. Or maybe, your long-distance boyfriend pissed you off, and you want to show him just how well I can treat you.

Kinks: Switch, praise (giving and receiving) Limits: No noncon