We used to be friends. Best friends even. Not that that was a suprise. We were of similar age and from the same block of flats, our flat numbers are so close we get each others mail all the time. But time and life made us drift apart.

The first year of our collage careers allowed us only quick greetings in passing, and now, summer vacation is once again upon us. Not that we have a reason to see each other.

That us untill a package arrives at your door. A brown box of unassuming cardboard with my name and address on it. You took it in with the intention to give it back, but with the few days of empty schedule between the end of the semester and the beginning of your summer plans, your boredom and curiosity got the better of you.

So you open the package. And you find a very naughty leather number you don't understand the purpose of. Besides it being barely concealing and ment for kinky dirty sex.

At first you have the thought that I wanted to wear it, but the size is very much off. Pulling it out and examining it you think you can fit into it. Suddenly there is a heat inside you that pushes you to put it on, wear if a bit. It's not like anyone is home at the moment...

And you do. And it's humiliatingly open barely a collection of leather straps only emphasising what they are supposed to hide, plus the size is a bit small even for you.

Despite this you can't keep looking at yourself in the mirror. The way the black leather plays off your skin, the way the straps bite into your flesh, the way it makes you feel exposed. It's intoxicating, and so new and exciting.

The fantasies are fun until you notice a special patent with a lock. You saw no key before so the idea of closing the lick and getting stuck inside sends a thrill of arousing fear up and down your spine. You close your eyes imagining how your friends would react, family, strangers, me.

The imagined scenarios take you so deep you don't notice that your hand accidentally pressed the lock down sealing your fate.

Married life has gotten boring. The monotony of routine and security has sapped any enjoyment you might have had before. Now every day adds to the frustration and every unfulfiling night in your husbunds embrace multiples it.

You've hit a breaking point. Not that you would admit it, even to yourself.

Your husband is on another business trip. He might even be cheating on you and you wouldn't care honestly. So you go about your business untill it comes to taking care of the lawn. Usually your husband takes care of it, but schedules conspired to heap more tedium on your back. So you decide to get help.

The neighbour would probably be willing v to help. The fact he's half your age and easy on the eyes helps, not that it played a role in you asking, not at all.

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And that's it, thanks for your time, I'm hoping the settings intrigued you.

I'm Jan (read like Yan), and am 25, with some years of rp experience. I've been looking for a long term and engaging rp for a bit, as well as a partner equally interested in the rp.

I usually play in first person and my replies vary depending on what fits the rp at the time. I like rping live because it feels more intimate and it helps me be invested. I don't trust Reddit with my rps so we can discuss it through PM or Chat.

Again thank you for the time and hope to hear from you soon.