In our relationship, Ellie (24) and I (28) have always had a policy of honesty. 

I never shy away from talking about the little crushes I have on my co-workers and she never keeps it to herself when a handsome waiter or FedEx driver sends a tingle down her spine. 

It’s been this way since we first started dating and our ability to tease each other about these little crushes is no doubt part of the reason why we’re seen as the It Couple amongst our friends. More than once, we’ve regalled dinner guests with our sarcastic ribbing of each other and jokes about breaking up. Our chill, playful demeanor has inspired more than one single friend to tag our photos with #RelationshipGoals. Our courtship has always been exclusive and free of jealousy… but lately… the limits of that exclusivity have been tested. 

A few weeks back, Ellie confessed to having a crush on Jake; a friend of a friend who’s often at the same social functions and parties as us. While this sort of confession was nothing out of the ordinary, the way I responded was — I asked for details… and kept asking… and kept asking. 

It turns out Jake is more than just a fleeting crush… he’s a fixture of her sexual fantasies. Lately, whenever she masturbates, it’s only thoughts of Jake — his hand around her throat as he rails her — that occupies her pretty mind. And she’s not alone. Whenever her and her female friends are together, they spend hours gushing about how much of an Adonis he is; 6’2, fit, with enough tattoos to lend him a bad boy aesthetic. A few of her friends have fucked him and shared every detail of his rough propensities in bed; manhandling, choking, spitting. They trade his dick pics like trading cards. 

They even bestowed him with a top-secret nickname: The Panty Wrecker. 

These revelations made my skin burn with jealousy and possessiveness. They also turned me on… and that mix of jealousy and arousal was more potent than any drug I’ve ever ingested. Now, whenever Ellie and I fuck, she talks about Jake while we do it. When she’s in a social setting with him and I’m not there, my mind spins and my cock is hard. 

I don’t know where all of this is leading… but it feels like it could spin out of control at any second. 

Today, I’m not looking for a roleplay, but for someone who’s willing to discuss these dynamics, share their own stories, and explore this unexpected bit of eroticism. If this narrative resonates with you — drop me a line.