When you first moved to a new city, you expected a little loneliness. You had done the whole routine before: trying, awkwardly and somewhat self-consciously to make friends; going to parties; and going on a series of awkward first dates. But you hadn’t anticipated that you would be this lonely, or this touch starved, or this horny.

After a week of sitting in your apartment, you decided to venture outside and found what might be the answer to your prayers. While you were on the elevator, you ran into him.

He stood at about six feet tall, with pale skin, a head of black hair, and two marvelously pretty hazel eyes. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were thick.

“Hey,” he said. “You’re new here.”

You tried to make smalltalk, but the entire time you kept thinking about his hands-big, and capable looking-and how they’d look wrapped around your waist, or gently but firmly tugging your hair, or doing any number of other things to you. You snapped out of it right before you arrived on the ground floor, ending the conversation. You realized, right there, that you needed to get some attention, or you would lose it.

As you were saying goodbye, he rummaged through his jacket pocket before pulling out a pen, asking you to stick out your hand, and writing his phone number on your skin. “Call me if you need anything,” he said. “Anything at all.”

Hey everyone! I’m looking to try out a bit of a gentler prompt this time. In this scenario, you’ve just moved into a new apartment and I’m your kind (and sexy) neighbor. Giving into your touch starved and horny impulses, you call me up to your apartment and seduce me.

In this prompt, I’d love to take on a gentle domme persona, dominating and manhandling you while, at the same time, praising you, reassuring you, and generally centering your desires.

If this sounds interesting, hit me up!

Love, Z