In the not too distant future when we can all leave our homes again...

You know it. I know it. We all know it. The economy sucks. My older brother graduated into the Great Recession, and it was always a joke that I least I wouldn't have his luck. Then a global pandemic happened and the world went to shit. Instead of striking out on my own, I'm forced back into my parents house. I'm back in my same bedroom. Thankfully, it's over the garage and largely separate from everyone else. But that doesn't make it any less embarrassing.

After using my business degree to wait tables and deliver GrubHub most of the day, I usually come home exhausted and ready to crash. But some nights? Well, some nights I take a break from delivering and decide to go out. I pack a cute little outfit in my bag, bring my makeup. Hell, sometimes I even bring my straightener and clean up in the bathroom at work. Then I meet some friends at the bar and drink away my tips from that night and sometimes I even get lucky. This night? I wasn't so lucky.

It's pitch black in the neighborhood, crickets chirping, enjoying the city's utter failure to replace the street light that's been out for 2 months. Using the light streaming down from the neighbor's window, I tiptoe my way up to the door, eager to be inside and in the shower. Stepping up to the front door, our motion sensor light comes on, practically blinding me, "shit!" I mutter, digging around in my little clutch. God. I'm so fucked. I locked my keys in the car. Frantic, I scurry over to check under the pot where the spare is supposed to be. "Shit, shit, shit!" hissing into the night.

So who are you? Are you the neighbor who's still up at the ungodly hour that sees me pacing back and forth outside? Maybe my parents are out of town and the neighbor is my only hope? Are you my brother, who happens to be visiting for the weekend that I text? Are you my daddy, going to let me in and teach me a lesson in responsibility?

I'm looking to set up something long term, where we both maintain 2-4 paragraphs of actual responses. If you spend 5 lines using different adjectives, metaphors, and alliterations for your cock or my tits, all to say, "I put it inside of you," that's not quality writing. I know I sound harsh. But just because this is a new account, that doesn't mean I haven't been doing this for a long time.

My limits are more important than my kinks. Limits: Gore, poop, death, underage (<18). I'm in my early 20s for this, people. As for kinks, I was thinking that this would be more blackmail/bargaining/dubcon at its worst, not a noncon scene. I'm not shooting that down, but you've got to have a good response for me to bite.

PM's only, no chat. Always a fan of guys who have references for my character.