u/Ambitious-Meat-1410

I notice you staring the second I step out of my SUV in the parking lot, my cropped tank top hugging my curves while I lock the door and head toward the store. You end up following a few steps behind me through the aisles, the tension building every time we pass each other. In a quieter corner near the back, I linger close enough for your hand to brush my waist, neither of us pretending it was accidental.

A few minutes later, we slip into an empty stock hallway hidden from the rest of the store. I press myself against you, breathing uneven while your hands roam over my hips and chest through my thin top. My body grinds slowly against your thigh, desperate friction building between us while we try to stay quiet, the risk of someone walking in only making it hotter.

I know I shouldn’t have sent the picture. That’s what makes me stare at the screen after I do it — my hair all messy, my top slipping just enough, the angle intimate enough to feel like I’m letting you see me in a way I shouldn’t. I send it anyway, with some half-innocent caption that gives me plausible deniability, but we both know what I’m doing. I know you’re with someone. I know this is dangerous. And maybe that’s exactly why I want your attention so badly.

When you reply, I lean into it slowly, carefully — not pushing too hard, just enough to make it obvious I want you thinking about me. I act sweet instead of bold, needy instead of smug. I tell myself I just wanted you to look, just wanted to feel wanted for a second, but the truth is I’m hoping you’ll give in. Hoping you’ll text too much, flirt too openly, maybe even show up even though you know you shouldn’t. I want that trembling little moment where we both realize this stopped being harmless the second you answered.

Having a new roommate can be challenging. You don’t know how they are, or what they’re like. So when your upperclassman friend graduates, he said he had a friend who was willing to take his spot. Not wanting to move, you agreed blindly, never even meeting them.

As the summer went on, my room got more and more decorated. Furniture was added, decorations, and a full desktop set up was placed in the corner, anime figures on a shelf and some panel lighting.  

Finally the orientation week came, You still haven’t seen your roommate but you knew from a text I would be there. You decided to go to a frat party DAGE to celebrate the start of the new year. There you see a girl and a little back and forth and soon you’re back at your place with her in bed. Unaware that you had just slept with your new roommate.

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

By the time you open the door, my heart is already racing. I try to play it off, but the second you let me inside and your hand settles at the small of my back, I can barely think straight. We end up curled together on the couch with some random movie playing, but neither of us is really watching it. I keep sneaking little glances at you until you finally catch me, and the look on your face makes me melt. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” I whisper, my voice small and shy, before leaning in just enough to test the space between us.

When you kiss me, it starts soft — slow, careful, like you’re giving me time to change my mind — but I don’t. I just lean closer, one hand resting against your chest while the other clings to your sleeve, kissing you again and again like I’ve wanted this for forever. My cheeks are burning, my whole body warm with nerves, but every time you pull me in a little closer and brush your thumb along my cheek or into my hair, I just melt deeper into you. “Don’t stop,” I murmur against your lips, smiling shyly before kissing you again, longer this time, like I want to stay there with you all night.

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

I kept catching myself staring at you between sets, pretending to scroll through my phone whenever you looked over. The gym was crowded, loud with music and clanking weights, but somehow you still stood out — sweaty, focused, completely unaware of how distracting you were being. I should’ve gone home after my workout, but instead I lingered near the mirrors in my black leggings and cropped tee, watching the way your shirt clung to your chest. By the time you finished your last set, I’d already made up my mind.

I brush past you on purpose on my way toward the locker rooms, glancing back with a teasing smile. “You know,” I say quietly, “you’ve been distracting me for the last hour.” My cheeks warm a little, but I still hook a finger against the strap of my gym bag and tilt my head toward the women’s locker room entrance. “Come inside for a minute. Nobody’s really in there right now.”

By the time you open the door, my heart is already racing. I try to play it off, but the second you let me inside and your hand settles at the small of my back, I can barely think straight. We end up curled together on the couch with some random movie playing, but neither of us is really watching it. I keep sneaking little glances at you until you finally catch me, and the look on your face makes me melt. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” I whisper, my voice small and shy, before leaning in just enough to test the space between us.

When you kiss me, it starts soft — slow, careful, like you’re giving me time to change my mind — but I don’t. I just lean closer, one hand resting against your chest while the other clings to your sleeve, kissing you again and again like I’ve wanted this for forever. My cheeks are burning, my whole body warm with nerves, but every time you pull me in a little closer and brush your thumb along my cheek or into my hair, I just melt deeper into you. “Don’t stop,” I murmur against your lips, smiling shyly before kissing you again, longer this time, like I want to stay there with you all night.

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

By the time you open the door, my heart is already racing. I try to play it off, but the second you let me inside and your hand settles at the small of my back, I can barely think straight. We end up curled together on the couch with some random movie playing, but neither of us is really watching it. I keep sneaking little glances at you until you finally catch me, and the look on your face makes me melt. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” I whisper, my voice small and shy, before leaning in just enough to test the space between us.

When you kiss me, it starts soft — slow, careful, like you’re giving me time to change my mind — but I don’t. I just lean closer, one hand resting against your chest while the other clings to your sleeve, kissing you again and again like I’ve wanted this for forever. My cheeks are burning, my whole body warm with nerves, but every time you pull me in a little closer and brush your thumb along my cheek or into my hair, I just melt deeper into you. “Don’t stop,” I murmur against your lips, smiling shyly before kissing you again, longer this time, like I want to stay there with you all night.

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

By the time you open the door, my heart is already racing. I try to play it off, but the second you let me inside and your hand settles at the small of my back, I can barely think straight. We end up curled together on the couch with some random movie playing, but neither of us is really watching it. I keep sneaking little glances at you until you finally catch me, and the look on your face makes me melt. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” I whisper, my voice small and shy, before leaning in just enough to test the space between us.

When you kiss me, it starts soft — slow, careful, like you’re giving me time to change my mind — but I don’t. I just lean closer, one hand resting against your chest while the other clings to your sleeve, kissing you again and again like I’ve wanted this for forever. My cheeks are burning, my whole body warm with nerves, but every time you pull me in a little closer and brush your thumb along my cheek or into my hair, I just melt deeper into you. “Don’t stop,” I murmur against your lips, smiling shyly before kissing you again, longer this time, like I want to stay there with you all night.

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

I knew exactly what I was doing when I took those photos — the lace, the angles, the way I let just enough show to make it obvious they weren’t innocent. I told myself I was only messing around, just feeling confident for once, but the second you liked the story, my whole body went hot. Out of everyone who could’ve seen it, the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about was you. “So,” I type, lying back on my bed and staring at the screen, “were you just being nice... or did you actually like what you saw?”

I try to act casual, but we both know there’s been something simmering between us for a while now — the lingering looks, the teasing, the way every conversation seems to edge a little too close to dangerous. “Because if I’m being honest,” I send after a long pause, my pulse jumping when I see your name pop up again, “I didn’t post them without wondering if you’d notice.”

I only meant to eat alone, not end up distracted by You sitting across from me at a crowded hot pot place, watching me with that amused little smile every time I teased the waiter or stole a glance back. The steam curled between us, my cheeks warm from more than just the broth, and when You offered to help with my sauce mix, I leaned in close enough to make it obvious I wasn’t moving away in a hurry. I liked how calm You acted, like You didn’t notice I was playing with You—when really, I could tell You liked it.

By the time dinner was over, I was already picturing what would happen if neither of us wanted the night to end there. So when I stood, smoothed down my skirt, and looked at You through my lashes, I smiled and said, “If You’re still hungry, maybe we should go somewhere a little more private.”

A platonic, but far too close, relationship

Part of being so close but still entirely platonic is that they’re, well... open. Both still fucking other people. And sometimes, those hookups are good!

But other times, one of us will walk straight into the other’s room, still naked, still wet or hard, needing to get off when whoever they brought home didn’t get the job done...

“Hey, have you seen my black crop top I always wear?” I say casually walking into the room completely topless

“It’s in the wash with the other dark stuff” you reply without even batting an eye lid “Ughhhh I’ve been looking everywhere for it” I mutter with some annoyance in your voice.

On another occasion you enter the bathroom, stepping into the shower “move over I’m gonna be late and you’re taking too long” you say trying to get under the water

“I’m just washing my hair I’ll be out soon” I continue massaging shampoo into my hair as I try and scoot out the way

“I won’t be long, just pass me that body wash and I’ll be gone in a sec” you gesture to the bottle as you proceed to bend over and pick it up to hand it to me. “Thanks” you say as you begin lathering yourself up and in no time at all, rinse off and get out, grabbing a towel and starting to dry off as I begin rinsing the shampoo from my hair

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, outercourse, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

Hello! Looking for an rp with a Gm where it centers around my character hooking up with different guys at a Halloween party. Please be able to play different personality types and bonus points for creativity with locations and positions ;)

Some kinks include public play, kissing, groping, dirty talking, outercourse, recording, creampies, facials, blowjobs, boobjobs, anal, multiple rounds, squirting, breast sucking/grabbing, hand jobs, spit play, thighs, ass grinding (dry humping), regular cowgirl (not reverse), titty fucking, partially clothed sex, cumming on ass/tits/stomach,

Limits: vore, blood, musks, scat

I almost didn’t come tonight. I’m still getting used to being the youngest person in every faculty meeting, still learning how to carry myself like I belong behind a lectern instead of squeezed into a crowded apartment party with a drink in my hand and music shaking the walls. Then I turn and see you watching me from across the room with that knowing little smile, like you’ve been deciding whether to come over all night. “You look familiar,” I say when you finally stop in front of me, tilting my head with a teasing smile. “Either we’ve met before... or you’ve just been staring at me long enough to make it feel that way.”

You laugh, step closer, and suddenly the space between us feels too thin, too warm. I can already tell you’re trouble—the fun kind, the kind I should be smart enough to avoid and definitely won’t. “Careful,” I murmur, eyes flicking to your mouth before returning to your face. “I’ve had a long week, and you’re looking at me like you want to become my favorite bad decision.” I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the tension stretch between us. “So if you came over here to flirt, don’t get shy now. Tell me what made you finally walk up to me.”