u/Patient-Tourist-767

It feels so humiliating and surreal knowing I’ll have to face him tomorrow, smiling awkwardly as he waves at me from across the driveway like we’re just regular neighbors, when only hours earlier he was deep inside my wife, stretching her and making her moan in ways I haven’t heard in years. Every time I see him now, my stomach twists with that painful mix of jealousy and shame, knowing he owns a part of her pleasure that I can never give back, yet I still pay him because I love her too much to leave her unsatisfied.

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Six months of late-night phone calls, whispered confessions, long video chats where our eyes locked a little too long, voices dropping low as we danced around what we both wanted so badly. Every “I miss you” carried heavier meaning, every goodnight lingered like we were one breath away from saying the real words.

Those calls kept us tethered. Me in my silk robe on the couch, you in your dorm room, screens glowing between us while we talked for hours. I’d catch you staring at my lips, my neckline… and part of me knew I should pull the robe tighter, change the subject, end the call before it got dangerous. But I didn’t. Instead I’d shift just enough to let the fabric slip a little lower, pretending it was accidental, telling myself it didn’t mean anything, even as heat pooled low in my belly. You’d swallow hard, voice suddenly rougher, talking about your day while your eyes screamed something else entirely. God, the guilt would hit me afterward… but then I’d lie in the dark, fingers slipping between my thighs, whispering your name into the pillow, wondering if you were doing the same on the other end. I told myself it was just loneliness, just missing you like a mother should. But the ache kept growing, sharper every night, and deep down I knew I was lying to myself.

Now you’re finally standing in front of me. No screen, no goodbye, no more hiding behind pixels and excuses. The temptation we’ve been fighting for months, it’s too much. It’s already too much. I'm already in my undies. The second the door clicked shut behind you, I walk towards you seductively and kiss you... "I've waited for this for so long!!"

(Romantice sex expected. If it goes well, then long term relationship or other characters)

(I'm open to playing F in any rp (preferably incest but open to any). If you want me to play F in any rp you like, just comment under the post and tag me. I'll continue)

Starter Continued...

Six months of late-night phone calls, whispered confessions, long video chats where our eyes locked a little too long, voices dropping low as we danced around what we both wanted so badly. Every “I miss you” carried heavier meaning, every goodnight lingered like we were one breath away from saying the real words.

Those calls kept us tethered. Me in my silk robe on the couch, you in your dorm room, screens glowing between us while we talked for hours. I’d catch you staring at my lips, my neckline… and part of me knew I should pull the robe tighter, change the subject, end the call before it got dangerous. But I didn’t. Instead I’d shift just enough to let the fabric slip a little lower, pretending it was accidental, telling myself it didn’t mean anything, even as heat pooled low in my belly. You’d swallow hard, voice suddenly rougher, talking about your day while your eyes screamed something else entirely. God, the guilt would hit me afterward… but then I’d lie in the dark, fingers slipping between my thighs, whispering your name into the pillow, wondering if you were doing the same on the other end. I told myself it was just loneliness, just missing you like a mother should. But the ache kept growing, sharper every night, and deep down I knew I was lying to myself.

Now you’re finally standing in front of me. No screen, no goodbye, no more hiding behind pixels and excuses. The temptation we’ve been fighting for months, it’s too much. It’s already too much. The second the door clicked shut behind you, we were about to erupt...

(Romantice sex expected. If it goes well, then long term relationship or other characters)