Let me say this up front: I am interested in talking to the real you, not a fictional character. Before we jump into anything I will want to chat first to see if we establish chemistry and make sure we’re on the same page with everything. If you are just looking to jump into a quick role play where you pretend to be some perfect specimen you dreamed up, then we're not a good match. To that end, I’d much rather use reddit chat than messages, since I find it’s much better for an opening back and forth conversation.

If you’re actually in a relationship and have this fantasy, I’ll be more interested in talking with you.

At this point, you can't really even remember what the fight was about. Probably something stupid. But that's beside the point. Whatever it was, you're not mad about it anymore -- you're mad about the childish way he acted. You're mad about the way he never wants to let you do anything without staring over your shoulder. How you can't even so much as talk to another man without him getting jealous. How you looked forward to it for weeks and then he had to go and ruin it by causing a scene in the middle of the party, announcing he's going home and storming out. He also took the car. But you don't even care about that.

Of course, the way you dealt with it probably could have been better. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to start pounding drinks. The thing is, you're not trashed -- you're aware of what you're doing -- but you definitely wouldn't be doing it if you were sober, either. And you know perfectly well that you shouldn't be. But you're just so fucking mad at him, you didn't think about it. And now that you're already here, well... it wouldn't be fair to just suddenly stop. It wouldn't be fair to... fuck. You can't even remember if he told you his name. His cock is in your mouth, and you don't know his name. This is nothing like you.

He starts to push you down further. This annoys you; it's like he thinks he's entitled to you, when this whole thing is a mistake. He's not even that good looking and it's not like he has a huge cock that you need to get much further down. You're thinking maybe you really should call the whole thing off. Yeah, that's what you're going to do... you just have to wait until this entitled head-shoving stops, and then...

clack

The pressure on your head stops abruptly, and he frantically reaches for his pants.

"What the fuck is this?"

Your heart stops when you hear my voice. You look up, your eyes wide, your breath catching.

"Hey, man," he says. "Don't you fucking knock?"

I give him a look of outright contempt. "Get out," I demand. "I'm taking her home."

"I, I can explain," you stammer.

I turn my attention to you, equally contemptuous. "Save it," I snap. "Get yourself together. _______ asked me to drive you home. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to tell him now."

As we exit the party, your heart races. You can't believe what you just got caught doing. It was in no way proportional to the fight you just had. You can't imagine him finding out. You can't imagine your family and your friends and his family and friends all finding out. The things they'll say about you.

As you buckle the seat belt in my car, I'm starting the ignition, completely silent. You finally dare to speak: "Please. Please don't say anything."

I look pointedly at you. "Why wouldn't I?"

The details of the intro above are very flexible, but this is the basic scenario: you're at my mercy, begging me not to tell your SO about what I caught you doing, and I'll take advantage of your desperation. This could end up being a one-shot scenario, where I take advantage of you for one night and then we're even. Or, if we hit it off, it could be a longer story in which I tighten my control over you more and more, pushing you to ever greater depths of depravity for fear of everyone finding out what you've done behind his back.

Please put a little thought into your first message and introduce yourself. Looking forward to hearing from you.