My girlfriend knew I was bi and not strictly monogamous before we got together, but in those early months of the relationship, when our chemistry was intense and we were fucking like rabbits, we weren't thinking about how we'd eventually have to manage some of our differences.

Flash forward two years. It's senior year of college, we've moved in together, and while things were mostly fine to start, we are bickering constantly. During the day, it's about small things--who left their laundry in the dryer or a dish on the table--but at night, things get a little salacious. From your room across the hall, you can hear all the details as our voices get louder. Among other things, we've been dealing with a dead bedroom. My girl is concerned that I'm losing interest in her--I've been busy! It's senior year!--and I'm pent up and frustrated. I suggested that I find some guy on Grindr so that I'm not so stressed all the time, but she's unwilling to budge, unilaterally forbidding me from having a casual fwb. I try to explain to her that she's my one and only, it'd just be a little bit of meaningless fun, a nice little outlet, but she never goes beyond saying that she'll "think about it." So, it looks like we're stuck.

That's where you come in. As the newest roommate in our four-bedroom apartment, we're still getting to know you. You're quiet, polite, clean, and kind of private--overall a pretty chill guy, especially for a hockey player. Yet, I've noticed that you've never had a girl over, and I'm pretty sure that I once heard the telltale chime of a Grindr notification when you were on your phone a few weeks ago. Against my better instincts, I decide to be a little flirtatious. Figuring out if you're also queer is a nice distraction from the daily bickering I'm enduring.

Here is how I want this to play out: my instincts are right, and you are gay/bi. I am torn between continuing to flirt with you and remaining loyal to my partner. Truly, deep down, I can't bring myself to cheat. Luckily for me, you've got a dominant side that no one would have suspected. One night, after weeks and weeks of this, you're tired of being led on, and you decide that you're finally going to get what you want by giving me what I want. It's not cheating if I don't choose to do it, right?

This dub/non-con free-use dynamic is a perfect loophole, we start hooking up behind my girl's back. She's super vanilla, but you aren't. You toss me around, rough me up, pin me down, tear up my ass, wreck my throat, and turn me into your personal (but secret) cumdump. If you're just taking what you want and I'm not initiating, I can have a clear conscience. How far will we take it? Will you blackmail me if I try to end it?

Kinks: very rough play; dub/non-con; free use; being spat on, slapped, and choked; breeding; sloppy facefucking; having a guy put his underwear over my face or in my mouth; sweat; pits; college athletes, especially hockey or lacrosse players; some piss play (I love being forced to swallow it down like a load). Huge bonus points if you're actually a college student and/or athlete.

Limits: anything illegal; blood; injury; snuff; scat

Let me know your favorite color if you read this far, and let's see if we're a match. I like literate, detailed replies--not two vague sentences per turn. I also prefer partners who can reply quickly, ideally via Discord, so please do not type on your phone. If you're going to be typing short, slow replies, we're probably not a match.