It was 2012 and the “timebomb challenge” was rising in popularity. Naturally, you had heard about this challenge and decided to try it. It was risky, exciting, and kind of a turn-on. So, you compiled your information onto a flash drive, included a letter to the person who found it with what you were hoping to get out of the challenge and put it the drive in a small plastic bag. You spent the next week looking for the best spot. Finally, you found the place you thought was worthy of essentially your entire life and stuck the drive there. For the next 24 hours all you did was think about what could happen if someone found the drive. You were aroused, nervous, and hardly able to focus on anything. So, you made a special trip to check on the drive. It was still there. You weren’t ready to give up yet, so you left it again. The feelings of nervousness and excitement went up again, but not as high this time. You let it sit for another day and checked again. This time, when you put it back, you found yourself thinking about it a bit less. You did not go back to check for another three days. This time, you thought about taking the drive home. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. The excitement was waning and it was a big risk. After a few moments thinking, you quickly stuck the drive back where it was and walked away. A few days later and you had thought about it enough. It was time to get the drive back. You go to the spot and look, but it has vanished. You hunt around the area, but it is nowhere to be found. You get to your car with your body shaking. You had left so much in that drive and now it was not in your possession. Anyone could have it: some kid, a drug addict, a pervert, someone your knew. The possibilities raced through your mind. Even when you went to bed, you found it hard to sleep. For the first two days, the wait was a constant agony. For the next few days after that, it was always looming in the back of your mind. After the first week, you started to wonder if it was thrown away or taken by a squirrel or something. As the years passed, you rarely thought about the timebomb challenge or the drive you left.

Now that it 2024, you get a simple text message from an unknown number: “It’s been a while, how are you?” It was a normal text message as far you knew. Either an old friend from school, or maybe spam. Either way, you had no clue that it was the holder of your old timebomb ready to finally take the information and use it to try and get what he wants.

I remembered the old timebomb challenge from years ago and thought a slow burn scene based on a patient timebomb holder could be a lot of fun. My writing here is intentionally vague, as I was hoping you would let your imagination run wild with the possibilities. I am looking for a partner interested in a long-term scene with lots of build-up. I prefer to play in first person and plan on sending one message of varied length every couple of days. I love to be detailed and get more than a paragraph at a time between us at a time, but sometimes the scene might need just a line or two, so send what feels natural to progress the scene. Naturally, the man has intent to blackmail and get favors from the woman in question, but I would like to work out that part of the scene based on our combined kinks.

If you want to play out the scene, please send a sort of cover page for your character’s timebomb. What blackmail leverage is he getting? What was your character hoping would happen if someone found it? What secrets about herself did she share. Please send those details and any ideas you have for direction in a DM, not a chat. Looking forward to hearing from you.