[M4F] Slice of life 'why choose' contemporary spicy romance where you meet two guys and decide between them... or don't decide
hi, I'm 35m from London: literate, articulate, energetic and engaged!
I would like to experiment with a scenario where you (the FMC) gets to date two guys and decide which she likes best - where romance blooms and sparks fly. The guys are quite different from each other, though we are flatmates -- which you don't realise at first, adding to the tension and drama.
You should play a 20-30 something woman, from the slice of life contemporary genre - fun, flirty, balancing career with friends and ambitions. There can be laughs and chat along the way. I'm very happy to talk about the plot and characters with you before diving in and developing the romance. Levels are open door so things can definitely escalate and you can... try before you commit....
Logistically you might hook up with one of us casually, then another weekend, spend the night with the other, and meet the first guy awkwardly next morning in the same flat?
Or it could start when you come back to my place which you don’t yet realise I share. Start with a bang as a spicy one night stand and then develop it after you bump into my flatmate in the hall next morning?
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and here's a sample of my writing
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I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Jack led her down the hallway. The floor was smooth laminate, still slightly springy underfoot. His flatmate’s door was closed, the flickering white-blue glow of a laptop screen leaking out from underneath. Late night YouTube. He nudged his own bedroom door quietly open, flicked on the two bedside lamps. Warm light, tasteful shadows. *Nice, classy*.
She stepped in behind him. For a second they just stood there in the quiet, the door clicking shut. That sudden silence brought a flicker of nerves. Jack swallowed once, then closed the gap between them in two deliberate steps. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. Slowly at first. Her lips parted readily, and when her tongue brushed his, soft and warm, she made a little approving murmur -- “mm” -- that sent a sharp thrill straight down. He felt himself stiffen reliably inside his jeans. *It’s going to be okay.* His hands slid to her hips and he pulled her body against him, but he kept his own hips back just enough, not pressing his bulge against her yet. Not sure she wanted it. Don’t be too full on, too soon.
He let his palms drift higher, skimming over the fabric of her top. It was black, fitted. He didn’t know what you’d call the material. Silky but textured. She smelled of perfume and mixed drinks, of the night outside. His right thumb dared upward until it brushed the side of her breast. The bra underneath felt structure. He could feel the shape, the slight seam lines. It shielded her but still, it was hot just to be feeling her bra… a girl he only met a few hours ago. Intimate. He stroked his thumb there slowly, where he guessed her nipple was, but it was too well hidden, too cushioned. Still, the exploration itself was intoxicating . Mapping her, feeling the weight and curve of her with his fingers.
His other hand moved up her back. At the nape of her neck he found soft little wisps of hair. He stroked them gently, then slid his fingers higher, cupping the back of her head as the kiss deepened. She responded eagerly, slow but into it. Tongues touching, retreating, tasting. He gathered a handful of her hair experimentally and gave a light, testing tug. She responded with another quiet “mm” against his mouth and leaned into him a little more. Her body glided against his bulge for a moment, hesitated, then moved away.
Jack’s nerves eased. The chemistry was still there, steady and warm and promising. His thumb kept tracing the side of her breast, keeping the rhythm of their slow kiss, as his mind raced ahead.