Rafael was a new tenant in the apartment building, having moved in after getting a job as a teacher at a nearby high school. He was fresh out of college, and he was eager to mold the minds of young students. He had the works of Poe, Hemingway, and Langston Hughes in his back pocket. That’s what he was going to do change the world. One student at a time.

That said he was also eager of moving here, because he was ready for a new start after his breakup with his girlfriend from college. She had left him after saying she wanted space and a chance to see new people. Nothing like a bit of heartbreak to make one start over. And he had decided to make himself known as a positive force in the community. And that started with getting to know them. In particular his next door neighbor. They were a young married couple around his age, and while the husband was always gone, he would often see her in the morning.

It had started with a wave, just a harmless thing between two neighbors who were basically strangers. Nothing to be alarmed by, and certainly nothing that should have shamed the hijab wearing Muslim woman. They were just being neighborly. They were just two people on their way to work every morning, just like millions of other people, every morning.

Though he wanted to get to know his neighbors he also wanted to respect her privacy. After all he wanted to come across as neighborly, not nosy. Somehow though he found himself exchanging words. They’d just found themselves on the elevator and he’d asked the innocent question of, “How’s the weather,” or something to that effect. And it moved on from there. Just light small talk in the morning. Just as the two went their separate ways. Simple normal things for them as they walked to the train stop or their cars. But Rafael always loved the smile on her face whenever she saw him after those morning talks.

One morning she’d forgotten her morning coffee. And Rafael had and taken her to the corner store to buy her a coffee, “My treat,” he had said. And the next day she had bought him one. And that became routine. A walk from their floor to the corner store, and they talked a little more. They got to know each other. Sometimes they’d have a little seat while waiting for their trains. And he could see her sad eyes. He could see just how hard this all was for her. He’d seen those types of eyes before. But he didn’t say anything.

Their talks were never about her husband. They talked about anything else. About gossip from work, about her mosque and beliefs, about needing to go gym and never going. They talked their childhoods and growing up, about their favorite foods and childhood pets, about which new spots for tacos or burgers for them both. But most of all she wanted to laugh. And Rafael couldn’t help but make her laugh. Because he loved the way her eyes sparkled, the way her lips curled when she laughed, the crinkle in her nose, and the way her voice sounded. She was so bright and full of life.

But he noticed she was always careful not to linger to long with him, or laugh to loudly, and she was always careful not to be seen with Rafael to long. They couldn’t be seen. She never said why, but he knew the answer. She’d be judged by others, and her husband was the jealous type. Even if he was sure he was falling for his neighbor. A married woman whom he couldn’t have.

Rafael tried going out with other women. He’d never had much problem with getting a date. He was a good looking man after all. Six foot two, with nice olive tan skin, and short dark curly hair. He still worked out and had that lean frame. But it was his smile, and his friendly face, with little dimple that appeared on one side of his cheeks, and that warm gaze which women loved. Not to mention he was kind and caring. But none of that mattered if his heart was in another place. And it always was on those dates. It was always on his neighbor.

And he heard her every night. He heard the shouting from him, her husband. The way he belittled her. And the mix of two languages as each shouted to the other. Different insults. Some he knew and some he didn’t. He understood it all. His parents had been the same way. He understood that this relationship was clearly not meant to be. And he wanted to go to her.

It all changed one morning. When school was off, and he slept in. Their little morning ritual had not occurred that morning. Until he heard a knock on his door. He groaned and climbed out of bed getting dressed casually. And he was woken up by the shocking sight of her. His neighbor at his door a little smile on her face, that hid the hurt in her eyes, and she had two coffees in her hand. “Can I come in?” She asked.

He looked at her in shock. His pale green eyes on her. And he smiled, “Of course you can,” he said to her. An answer that would change both of their lives. For a romance was about to bloom today. One of forbidden nature. One that night cause heartbreak and pain. But which would make them both feel alive.

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Thanks for reading this. I really hope you liked it. And I’m looking forward to roleplaying with you. Basically long story short is that two neighbors start an affair. The little twist here is that the woman is a devout Muslim hijab wearing woman. I envision this as long term, but we can keep it short term. Still I’d like plenty of emotion. Not just straight to the smut.

I’m looking for someone who can respond 2-5 paragraphs, I prefer to roleplay on discord or reddit. I’m looking for a partner who really wants to dig deep into characters while building up to a slow romantic relationship with my character, all the while the two think of the ramifications of their actions.

Just a little about me so you know. I’m a Hispanic guy in my late twenties who’s been roleplaying for years and has plenty of experience. I’m looking for a female partner who’s not afraid to get detailed and plan things out about how the story is gonna go.

I’m mostly looking for something vanilla truth be told. But here’s a my list of kinks and limits:

Kinks:

Hijabs, cheating, affairs, romance, culture clashes, lingerie, passionate sex, rough sex, risky sex, and oral sex.

Limits:

The usual stuff gore, toilet play, anything degrading.

So, if you’re interested send me a PM. Don’t send me a chat they’re unreliable for me, I’ll ignore all chat requests.