Derek just earned his Ph.D. in Music Performance. He’s now an adjunct professor of music and does gigs in off-Broadway productions. It’s not the long-term plan, but it pays the bills. Barely. He meets Samantha at a fundraiser.

Samantha has, perhaps, followed a somewhat similar trajectory that Derek might eventually follow. Sure, she comes from old money, but her origins studying art history were modest enough since her parents wanted her to make it on her own. Now after a 20-30 year career, she’s on the board of the Contemporary Museum of Art.

Derek and Samantha naturally meet at a black-tie fundraiser. Shortly after they meet, Samantha’s husband goes home. These events are decidedly not his thing. Samantha is the social butterfly.

Derek is pleased to find someone who didn’t live off a trust fund when they were his age. Samantha is pleased to find someone who doesn’t have his head in the clouds. They get along famously. Sometime between 11pm and midnight, She invites him to coffee after the fund-raiser. Not to worry, as Samantha explains, her husband will probably already be asleep and have no idea when she gets home. He won’t even find it unusual if he doesn’t see her in the morning. She’s not really flirting, yet, it’s just the way that their busy professional lives work. Derek isn’t sure one way or the other.

Over coffee, the conversation gets a little more … intimate? Derek learns that Samantha is in a dead-bedroom marriage. She doesn’t use that word, but that’s what it is. One kid is in college on the west coast, the other is in boarding school in Switzerland, a concept rather foreign to Derek. She was with one other man before marriage. Derek fucked a lot of college sluts, so they didn’t have that in common.

“This is normally where I’d invite you back to my place,” Derek boldly propositions Samantha, “but you can probably guess what my income gets me.”

Samantha pauses a tick and slides her phone out of her clutch, “How about I get a room?” Derek watches in a little bit of amazement when he sees her pull out her phone. The conversation is short. “Hey Jack ... Yes, that would be great ... Thanks, you’re a lifesaver, muah!” Then a few clicks on a ride share app, and she announces that they’ll have a car to take them to the Carlton in about five minutes.

*****

I tend to be a dominant sexual partner, though I may not have been very aggressive in this set up. Kinks include spanking, bondage, new experiences. Limits include roughness to the point of injury, animals, and bathroom play.

I do not like controlling each other’s characters. I went as far as I did in this setup only to establish a little story. I write in first person but often write in third person to set up a prompt like this. My posts can vary in length depending on what’s needed to move the scene forward and what to match my writing partner. Sometimes my chats go quite long, so I prefer a partner who can reply occasionally when we’re not on at the same time, and even skipping days is fine.

Either Chat or DMs work fine for me here on Reddit.