Look, I can't help it. I'm a flirt. I love it. Making someone laugh. Watching their body language. Feeling them get closer, and closer, and closer... It's all just so, ugh. Witnessing that intense effort being put forth by someone who craves your attention is like I'm mainlining dopamine. But, as you might have guessed, there can be some... complications there. Especially considering I'm a bit of a serial monogamist.

Allow me to paint you a picture.

You emerge from the bright light of the ladies room and take a moment to readjust to the dim light of the bar. It's lightly-packed with 20 and 30-somethings enjoying their Friday night after the happy-hour crowd has dispersed. But you're looking for someone specific: Me.

I'm not where you left me moments ago. The high top abandoned where we sat. Our glasses gone. Your heart begins to pick up speed. Eyes flicking back and forth as you attempt to locate me in the room.

Finally. There I am. My large frame standing out at the bar. You breathe a sigh of relief before stepping to your right and beginning to make your way around the crowd to find a path to my side. Then you see her. The bartender with the head backwards as she laughs a little too hard at whatever joke I just threw her way. Her hands on the bar in front of me. Just a little to close to mine for comfort. Her eyes coming back into view, now affixed to my face. The glint of her gloss evident in the bar-light as she presses her lips together in anticipation of what I might say next.

Your heart skips a few beats as you inhale sharply. That all-too-familiar feeling crashing over your body. Your face flush. You glance at yourself in the mirror along the wall before taking aim at the two of us laughing at the bar and make a beeline towards my silhouette.

Now you might be thinking to yourself, Ahh... I know where he's going with this. You might be a certain type of woman. The one who can already feel herself dripping at the thought of being cucked. Being tossed aside for a superior model by a man that you secretly feel like you don't deserve.

But you're not who I'm looking for here.

See, I want to talk to the woman who is thinking: Delicious. Time to claim my territory. The one who is making a beeline to a spot at a table within ear shot so she can hear her man dangling himself as a carrot in front of the bartender. Pressing her thighs together in anticipation with each giggle or comment because she knows her moment is coming. The one in which she confidently strolls up beside me, drags her sharp claws over my broad shoulders, and plants a sensual kiss on my lips as I turn to her before looking the unsuspecting bartender in the eye and saying, "Thanks for keeping him occupied, sweetie."

I have an about me and full kink list in my profile, but for the sake of conversation (read: not looking for role play here) I don't have a super lengthy list of requirements. I want to focus on those feelings of using other people's jealousy to build the arousal between us, and, most importantly, solidify our commitment to each other. This isn't about fucking other people. It's not about creating jealousy between two partners. It's about how erotic the full trust between two individuals can be.

As I mentioned, this isn't a prompt for RP. However, I'm definitely looking to get into some "what if" sort of scene / world building as we go.

My only requirement is that you're a highly-feminine individual. Those little lip gloss and claw details I threw into my scene? Not an accident. That kind of thing is key for me. But beyond that? Up to you. The stereotypical trophy preying on average looking women? Sure, but I do love some contrast.

Maybe you're the goth or alt girl who just has a thing for the way she stands out next to a guy with a more average style. You love the way your loud, in your face aesthetic pops next to me in my Patagonia shorts, birks, and unmarked t-shirt.

How about the confident, curvy short stack packing her body into a pair of jeans and a tight top so her massive chest is on full display? Turning heads of onlookers as she drags her nails down the muscular arm of the broad-shouldered man a foot taller than her.

Maybe it's a little more edge-play focused? The petite Asian or thick and curvy black girl flaunting her interracial relationship knowing she snatched away a top-tier guy from her... lighter competition.

Looking forward to hearing from you. Put your favorite color in the message so I know you've read this far. And please, take a minute to read my about me so you can get a feel for what I'm looking for.