Late check in means late check out

Nick was a man of quiet strength. At 5’10” and 185 pounds, he carried broad shoulders, a fit body honed by years of labor, and rough, strong hands that could fix almost anything. His mid-30s were marked by a rugged charm—freckles and moles scattered across his tanned skin, a five o’clock shadow peppered with a few gray hairs that added character to his face.

As the owner of a thriving HVAC company, Nick’s life was a whirlwind of work, deadlines, and travel. This time, it was a conference in Orlando. Pressed for time, he tried booking a hotel on his phone but gave up in frustration and called downstairs to his wife. “Just get me anything,” he told her. “I just need a bed.”

When he arrived in Orlando, he was already over it! Airport Delays, shitty food, and constant work calls at the airport made him run behind, it was indeed a shit day. Nick opened his phone to check the address and was surprised to find his wife had booked him an Airbnb instead of a hotel. He immediately sent the host a message about the need for a late check in. The response from the host was prompt and professional and it was a relief. The ride there was uneventful, but when he pulled up, confusion hit. This wasn’t an entire home—just a shared space. He was staying with the host.

Her name was Lana.

There was no way his wife knew it was a shared space. Or… did she? Things between them hadn’t been the same lately. The passion, the spark, had dulled over time. Recently, his wife had caught him watching porn, which led to a heated fight followed by a raw, honest conversation. Nick admitted he had needs but promised it was nothing more than fantasy—he’d never actually cheat. She seemed to accept it, but the air between them remained heavy, uncertain.

And now here was Lana.

She opened the door with a smile that could make the sun jealous. Sultry and captivating, she was a walking embodiment of temptation. Every step she took was deliberate, her figure a masterpiece of curves that seemed designed to lure eyes and stop hearts. Nick followed her through the hallway, not hearing a word she said as he tried, unsuccessfully, to stop staring.

When they reached the room she’d prepared for him, Nick broke the silence with a smirk. “So this is where all the magic happens?”

Lana tilted her head and replied smoothly, “No, my room’s down the hall.”

They both laughed, and the mood shifted.

Nick leaned against the doorframe, the confidence in his voice unmistakable. “Well, I’ll be at the magic show tonight. So, in the meantime, think you can show me the rest of your place?”

Without missing a beat, Lana reached out and took his hand. Her touch was warm, her grip gentle but firm, and she led him through the house with a soft smile that promised anything but innocence.

Hey thanks for making it this far. Looking for someone to take the role of Lana. Expand her character and backstory as you wish. The premise is Nick will be flirty and confident but it’s harmless fun…. Well it’s supposed to be. Lanas ability to undermine Nicks morals and bring out an untapped feral instinctual desire In him leads to…. It’s a constant battle for Nick and it’s his conscience vs Lana’s ability to coax him into pleasure.

We can chat about plot direction, I’m open to hear ideas, I k ow this isn’t a deep complicated rp

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Kinks: teasing, edging, cheating, dirty talk, passion, orgasm control, creampie, dominance, power exchange, oral

Limit: poop, scat, blood, gore, underage, torture