Hello DPP. What I'm looking for is a scene where I more or less run away to live with my best friend and her family, but I end up falling in love with you, her parent. Pretty much the only mandatory kink I can see in this is cheating, but there's plenty of room to incorporate just about anything else either of us could want. I want this story to be about exploration. Of our characters, their wants and needs, and how this all fits into the real world. Because of this, ideally I wouldn't know your kinks beforehand, and you wouldn't know mine. If you insist though, I'm willing to divulge before we really get going. Quality over quantity is key, as I'm looking for something more long term. While obviously, I'm looking forward to writing our sex scenes, by no means am I in a rush. We can flesh out the details and daily lives as much as you care to. A slow build leads to a much bigger bang. Below you'll find a bit of what I have in my mind for at least where my character's head could be at the start of the scene, but this is completely negotiable.

My hard limits from the kink chart for this prompt are everything under Surrealism, scat, sounding, chastity, and diapers.

I remember the first time I showed up at your house unannounced, my dingy pink backpack with clothes and toiletries for the night. I was scared and didn’t know what to do, so I came to see my best friend ever since kindergarten. As you opened the door, I lied in a panic and said that Natty, had told me it was okay. The furrowing of your brow caused a twinge of nervousness in the pit of my stomach, but you opened your door regardless. You must have known something wasn’t right with me and my home life; it’s not exactly easy for a barely adolescent girl to hide things after all, but you didn’t mention it. I don’t know if it was a matter of protecting my privacy or to avoid an awkward conversation, but I’m tremendously grateful for that.

I remember when my visits started becoming more frequent. If you ever had any reservations about how much time I was spending in your house, it never came across that way to me. You, your spouse, and everyone else did everything possible to make me feel welcome and loved in a way that I really never had before. You and your children constantly included me wherever possible, and assured me that I was far from a burden.

I remember being tired of every wiggle out of line being scrutinized to death, and suffering the consequences of just growing up from my parents. The hell they put me through jaded me to the point of not caring what happens. How much worse could they really treat me if I started actually acting out? As it turns out, they can change the locks on the front door. I was able to grab what I called my “go-bag” which was a suitcase filled with clothes and essentials if I needed to leave in a hurry without knowing when the next time I would be back was, now knowing that the answer is never.

But worst of all. The most complicated part of this entire ordeal. What keeps me awake at night unable to rest or find peace. The thing that disgusts me to my very core, a secret I want to take to my grave but every day I wonder how I’ll be able to keep my composure given the circumstances.

I remember when I fell in love with you.