Me

I was tipsy, having been out for a girls night, celebrating one of my friends birthdays. I had been on my phone all night, chatting with a new Tinder match. He seemed perfect with a great body, a big cock and a perfect mix of cocky and sweet attitudes.

Around 12 I slid out of the bar, as we had finally decided to meet. He texted me his car colour and type, and what street to meet on (7th Avenue and 9th Street).

But I’d had a little too much to drink, and I accidentally went to 9th Street and 7th Avenue.

You

You had been driving around, horny, looking for a cheap hooker to use and relieve your needs. You had money, a nice car, a powerful job. But you didn’t have looks, you were old, overweight, divorced and you were crass with people.

So unfortunately hookers were your only sexual outlet. But none had tickled your fancy on this night. You pulled over and sighed, wondering what to do next

Us

I walked up and opened the door and slid in. It was dark, the light didn’t come on (you had it disabled for when using hookers), and I giggled as I leaned over to undo your pants, fumbling in the dark.

I could hear you breathing, heavily, and in my drunken state it took me several moments to realize your belly was not a six pack.

Hello naughty men:) I hope you enjoyed my beginning prompt. I’d love to develop our characters more (am I in college or older? Am I married and looking to cheat, and now about to pay the price?)

My kinks are non and dub con, humiliation, segregation, age gaps, size gaps, attractiveness gaps, choking, slapping, spitting, hair pulling, anal, painal, throat fucking, clothing control and so much more

I only play in private messages (the envelope)