8 years ago, life was peaceful on our street. We all got along as neighbors and there were no problems…that’s until this commotion outside early one morning got me out of a deep sleep. Way too many police lights blinking on cars in the street right in front circled and entered your home, pulled out your angry, rough looking boyfriend in cuffs and not so long after you were being led out.

Shocking was my only reaction, it turned out your boyfriend was part of notorious drug gang that the police broke up and rounded up the members. You lived with him, you knew who you were with and that day, the game was over. You were such a good neighbor, this young MILF-like lady with a edgy, sexy vibe you had was always something I had time for. Those tight-fitting t-shirts that showed off a slim torso and full, firm tits make me always do the double take when I seen you. But seeing you escorted to the patrol car in cuffs was sad to watch.

3 months after the trial ended, a man delivered a letter my home. It was from a law office on letterhead from the lawyer who represented you in the trial.  It was a handwritten note from you. You were sorry for the drama and you were defeated by this all and for your choices. You also hoped I would not hold any of this against you. After reading the letter I contacted your lawyer to ask if I can write you a personal letter in return, and I was told I can because you were low security, and I was not a direct victim of the crimes you were convicted of. 

Life and years rolled on, I sent you Christmas cards and some care packages like soap, shampoo with encouraging notes.  The written letters back from you had appreciation jumping out of the page. You would never tell me how you really were coping. Your notes were something short and sweet.

A few months ago, I received notification of your parole meeting from the corrections board. I had the right to know you might be released. You last letter had you counting down the day, you wanted your freedom back. I told you that if you were able to walk out free, I would be in the parking lot to pick you up, after all, you might like a ride somewhere and I can at least offer you that.

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I’m looking for a Long-Term Role play situation where you are parolee, 8 years later and looking to get back into free life with the help of your former neighbor that held a candle for you. I'm looking for a little drama mixed in with some slow burn of emerging passion. Writing in the 1st person where your character's stream of consciousness as you write is welcomed, I want to know how you are thinking and feeling as my character will reveal the same.

Please take to write a thoughtful introduction to what you see as your character. Taking time to describe you and perhaps set out some character traits in the first reply to me. I am cool with some mods to the setup and if you have character quirks to bring in then my all means suggest them.

KINKS? LIMITS? I have no comprehensive list of what I will say YES or NO to, in general, this is tame and vanilla, but this can be REAAAAAL good vanilla! I am not into toilet stuff, blood, snuff or anything ugly or hurtful.