Life in this small town was never meant to be much more than what it is, you know? Factually speaking, in a town of 1,200 people, you'll never find something that exciting happening. But then there was you. My best friend from the time I was old enough to know what a friend was. The one and only girl who ever really had my heart. Even though we were never romantically involved, never more than friends, I also never truly sought anyone else. You were all I needed. We bonded quick as kids, we remained strong friends into adolescence, and then one day we discovered that you could sing. You could do it pretty well. I found a knack for myself behind a guitar, and suddenly we were playing music together, singing together, writing lyrics and dreaming of something more. We spent every free moment just plucking through something, or talking about finding a "paying gig". Luckily we had my Uncle Tommy, the owner of the only bar in town. When he realized that we had talent he started let us perform there during the week. As high school came to an end, there was a lingering decision to be made; should we chase it? Chase stardom, chase the dream of fame. My mom got sick before graduation, and when that June night came and you decided to go, I couldn't bring myself to leave with you. You ran headlong from this town, and I imagined I'd never see you again.

It's been 10 years now. I stayed here, helped take care of Mom. She died 2 years after you left. My older sisters moved away, out of the state, and when Uncle Tommy got sick, he basically gave me the bar. I fell backwards into a bad relationship after Mom passed and married a girl I didn't love because I thought I could fill the void left by your departure. We had a kid, she divorced me, and I haven't seen either of them in almost 4 years. Sometimes I open my phone thinking of texting you but always stop myself. Maybe out of pride, maybe it's embarrassment, but I never did it. I couldn't stand the thought of popping into your life just to be told that you don't have time, or that you don't care, or even worse, to be ignored. Imagine my surprise when another childhood friend sprinted into the bar tonight, desperate for my attention only to utter your name and say, "She's back."

Hello, everyone! This is an idea I have based off a song I really enjoy. The song is called "Maine", by Noah Kahan. Essentially, I would like to explore the complicated dynamics of a fractured relationship with an obviously healthy dose of sexual interactions. (I didn't forget this was DPP!) Feel free to DM or chat me, and please feel free to bring your own ideas and suggestions! I love to collaborate on ideas.

My only real limits where sex is concerned are lactation, diapers/pacifiers, beast, shit, and vom. Everything else, I will at least consider. I have other roles if you wanna check them out, and I do have discord if you'd rather chat there. If you got this far, tell me your comfort movie in your first message.

Can't wait to talk with you!