Not for a second have we ever gotten along. Things had been going amazing for so long, too! I'd always had trouble finding a reliable, solid friend group, and it's all I ever wanted. After years of trying hobby after hobby, joining meetup groups online, and even barhopping as a last resort, I eventually managed to come across a lovely crew who I hang out with every weekend. We play Magic, go hiking, eat out at nice restaurants and a variety of other activities; the only things we're all pretty much averse to are clubbing and barhopping. At least, that's how I remember it....

But ever since you joined the group, things have changed for the worse in a hurry. You're a childhood friend of a few of the crew, enough for you to get an in. You'd been living on the other side of the country since middle school, but now that you're back in town, you're in need of friends. And who better to hang out with than the very same friends you made all those years ago? There's just one problem in your eyes, and that's the fiery little Latina they've adopted since you'd left. (That's me!)

There's only one other girl in the friend group, Becca, and she's always been "one of the guys." I didn't have the same experience growing up, and I've always been a little bit less conservative in my worldviews. Every now and then the guys will make a sexist joke, or a some other mildly bigoted, mostly harmless joke. At first, I was quiet, not wanting to run off my new friends. But as time passed, I grew bolder and dared to speak up. I've seen the attitude of the group begin to shift in a more positive direction, which made me so happy!

That is, until you showed up. It's only been a few weeks, maybe a month, and you've totally undone every bit of progress and then some. The guys are more misogynistic than ever, and even Becca is in on it! I'm constantly told to lighten up, that it's just a joke, that I'm being a buzzkill. And I have to just take it... I spent so long finding my friends, and we have so much history together now. I'd hate to see it all go away. So I swallow my pride, but I'm quickly building resentment toward you.

Becca is kind of a prude. She's never been receptive to the advances of the guys in the group; nothing beyond the same casual flirting we all take part in. But with you... she's increasingly shameless. I've never seen her like this, and I don't get it at all! You're so crude, so crass... what does she see in you? She's gone from basically a nun to gushing about you all the time, even when you're around. And that stupid, smug smirk you wear while she's doing it... ugh, I could just punch you.

Things are turned up several notches when Becca texts me late one night. Put plainly, she told me you two just fucked, and she can't believe how good you were. It was a wall of text praising you incoherently, often repeating herself, laced with "oh my god"s and "holy shit"s. Is this the same Becca from a month ago? What did you do with my best friend? Why is she telling me this? Initially, I just brush her off and tell her to keep it to herself. But there's something so despicably alluring about her descriptions.... I find myself prodding her for more, trying to be subtle. And she's oh-so-happy to recount the experience with a huge smile and boundless enthusiasm. She's been seeing you at least once a week for a deep dicking now, and she only seems more mind blown every time.

You can imagine the immense internal confusion, shame and general turmoil when I find myself opening up our DMs. They're totally empty, save for me texting my name, "Lola," from when I gave you my number. Sighing aloud, I tap away a quick, innocent message.

"Wyd tonight?"

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Eek! My last prompt went SO well, and I'm still basking in its afterglow~ I didn't have quite so much time to think this one through, but I'm happy with the basic premise. A toxic (possibly racist?) guy rejoins his friend group from his primary school years, and it just so happens to include me. We butt heads at every turn, and it's obvious to everyone we don't like each other at all. It's caused a slight rift in the group. However, constantly hearing about just how incredible you are in bed from my best friend has me curious enough to reach out to you late one night. It's just a text, right? It doesn't mean anything...!

I prefer not to list out my kinks, as I feel it can make things feel transactional and robotic.

My limits, however, are as follows: scat, musk, sweat, gore, vore, diapers, receiving oral and generally anything unhygienic.

We can discuss a little more backstory between us before we dive in. I'd love to hear your ideas! I'm so excited! Talk to you soon~! <3