“Wha- What’s…happening?” The waitress asked this, her words dreamy and distracted. Her voice tinkled, high-pitched and cute, perfectly matching her petite pixie-like appearance. Her customer could only swallow, attempting to find words.

It had only been a minute since he had been admiring her professionalism, her diligent attention, and her sunny personality. Only a minute since she had gasped softly and bent forward, hands gripping the back of the empty chair beside him. Only a minute since his own hands had gripped the armrests of his chair to keep them from grabbing something else.

He, along with the waitress, watched the trio at the next table over. Loving parents and their darling college-bound daughter on the trip of a life-time. But now, now things were going so so wrong. “I…don’t know,” the man was able to finally say as he watched a father paw at his daughter’s chest while her mother greedily watched and played with her fork at her lips, tongue flicking out to lick the handle.

“It’s so *wrong*,” the waitress panted. And then she whispered something that nearly broke the man sitting beside her. “Oh God, I’m wet to my *knees*.” Her legs shuddered as she attempted to reign herself in.

The man’s grip tightened on the armrests, using everything he had to keep from touching the cock that was so hard, aching, throbbing. His wedding ring dug painfully into his finger from the grip. “Maybe if…” He swallowed hard, stopping the continuation of the sentence. *Maybe if we just touch ourselves a little, we can resist whatever’s going on*. No, he didn’t trust himself.

The waitress began leaning slowly towards him. He could feel the heat of her hip near his shoulder. “My…wife,” he started weakly, turning his head to look for her. It had only been a minute since she had abruptly stood up, face flush, and said she needed to use the washroom.

As his eyes found her, it was just in time to see her bury her nose in the soft, downy curls at the base of some stranger’s cock. As the man watched her give in, those words reverberated in his skull. *Give in. Give in. Give in.*

He swung his head around drunkenly, once again, to see the family at the table opposite. The mother was climbing onto the table. The wetness on his fingers was the only thing that clued the man into the fact that he had wrapped his hand around the back of the waitress’ lower thigh, fingers resting on the sodden material to prove true the girl’s earlier statement. *Give in.* She gasped as his fingers slowly slid higher.

The mother’s legs opened wide, sopping panties carelessly dangling from one ankle. Her increasingly less innocent daughter bent at the waist to plant her face at the junction of those smooth, creamy legs. “Oh God,” the waitress squeaked. “If *they* can’t stop, how am *I*…” Her words trailed off as she squeezed her eyes shut, a ragged sob coming from her.

The father came up behind his daughter. Slowly, he slid her pants down exposing the curve of her ass, creamy skin like her mother’s. The father squared his hips. The man grunted, practically feeling it when the father slid all the way into his daughter. “We’re…” The man licked his lips, fingers continuing their inevitable march up the waitress’ thigh. “We’re not going to be able to resist, are we?”

Her expression was worried, fearful. And then the man’s fingers finally pressed up against her hot…wet…center… *Give in!* The look of worry slowly faded from her face as she bent over, dainty fingers finally wrapping around the hard head of the man’s cock through the material of his pants. A lewd grin replaced the worry as she pressed her lips against his ear to whisper to him. “No, sweetie. We aren’t.”

What’s happening to the people in the restaurant? Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because we’re all going to *give in*.

I would like to play this as a series of vignettes, taking the roles of multiple people within the restaurant when these *urges* take over. Are we a brother and sister travelling together? Two of a group travelling on a church trip? Coworkers with spouses at home? A committed monogamous couple gasping dirty things to each other as we each fuck and get fucked by strangers? Rivals forced to meet to hash out some business deal?

I would like to play this in first person with plenty of inner monologue and angst leading into delirious acceptance and decadence. We can work together to control characters around us, but the main focus will be on our duo for each vignette. I’d like a careful balance, taking our time with a pairing while knowing that we will be playing multiple if we gel.

I have many kinks, and I am very open to exploring them or new ones. My hard limits are snuff, vore, scat. If you hit a hard limit that was previously unaware of, we’ll simply talk it over and change directions. I’m not one to bail at the first hiccup.

If this sounds interesting to you, please send me a direct message. I’m much more likely to respond to those. Looking to hear from you soon.