Acclimatizing to a new roommate takes both patience and understanding, but when that roommate has an obsessive compulsive disorder, it takes an extraordinary effort. Had Lucy not been so innocently charming I doubt I would have lasted a week.

Poor Lucy, she knew her idiosyncrasies were beyond the norm. She was obsessed with symmetry and everything having its own unique place. Naturally I thought I was helping by arranging my books in perfect alphabetical order. How wrong I was.

Orange, Magenta, Red, Violet and then blue.

The spine of each book was rearranged to form a perfect rainbow. Only Lucy’s keen eye could possibly have seen my error.

This was just one of Lucy’s quirks. Yet Lucy was so adorably apologetic, so anxiously cute that I felt an almost brotherly affection for her. So how could I refuse a few minor inconveniences and small homely adjustments?

For almost a month we lived together getting to gradually know one another as Lucy’s quirks became less of an inconvenience and more of a habit. But when I came home one night I saw for the first time Lucy in a panic.

The large skillet was not hanging from its hook next to the large wok.

Lucy was searching from one cupboard to the next in a frantic search. It took a significant amount of patience to calm the problem out of her. When she did I confessed that I’d loaned it to our friendly neighbour across the hall.

I saw terror in Lucy’s eyes when I told her. She was unable to compose herself.

We knocked across the hall but to no answer. We considered buying a new item but the local shops were closed. I pleaded for calm in my most apologetic and soothing voice. None abated Lucy’s anxiety. Only one measure had ever faultlessly resolved Lucy’s anxiety.

With desperation in her eyes Lucy took me by surprise and leapt toward me. Her legs were around my waist and I was forced to catch her plump little bum in self defence. Before I knew it her lips were caressing mine and her nails were clawing desperately through my short thick auburn hair.

I’d never had such desperately passionate sex in all my life. Lucy was uncontrollable and completely without inhibition. Ear splitting screams, hair raising moans and sinful whispers in my ear. She clawed and bit at me. She fulfilled desires known and unknown. I would never have believed such carnal prowess from such a fragile little wallflower.

When it was over she incredibly seemed to forget the missing crockery. She was no longer agitated but neither was she relaxed neither. Instead she reverted back to her usual tightly strung self. It was if nothing had happened.

But one thing was for sure. I was going to damn well make sure it happened again.

Hi All,

So this is just an introduction for a RP idea I had. I thought the idea was quite compelling and would love to find a partner to write it with.

In case its unclear the basic premise is that we are roommates and you have OCD. When your structure is disorganized you begin to have somewhat lustful urges. And naturally I abuse that. Initially within the apartment. Perhaps later in public.

I'd love a capable writing partner to continue this with who enjoys good humoured sexual RP. I've a number of kinks and am typical dominant however I'm open to all kinks and limits from my partner with the exception of the below.

Alternatively if you like my writing but this prompt does not appeal to you. Please feel free to select another within my history. Thanks.

Limits: Rape, Animals, Gore etc.