u/TigressLotus

I was lonely. Not the type of lonely where you want to call a friend or take your mind off it with some reality TV. Deeply lonely. The type of loneliness where you stick around the job you hate longer than you need to because you can’t imagine sitting in the apartment by yourself again. The loneliness that you stare into the void of social media and watch all the world look like they’re happy and care free and you feel nothing but the weight of your own minutiae.

I picked up my phone and picked up my dating app again, setting the age range as broad as it would go. Scam. Scam. Ghosted.

I sighed. I’m not sure what I was looking for. I moved to the city to get away from the small college town that judged and my parents watchful eyes, but somehow in a sea full of people I felt like I’d never fit in less. I legitimately cried when I saw the little monkey all by himself that went around social media. Jesus how low I’d sunk. I hear the bing of my phone as I got a message. No doubt it was some AI bullshit again, but at least it was something to break the silence.

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Hello! Keeping this very broad for a general prompt this time so while I have a few favorite themes (age gaps, dominant partners, more experience partners), I’d love for you to craft your character however you like and whatever suits you best. Feel free to start with your reply directly as if you were messaging me in app.

To aid your message I love soccer, wine, puppies, and having someone force me out of my comfort zone. Cheers ladies!

I wiped down the table as the couple left, shaking my head at the tip. I had been hoping for a little bit more after the bottle of wine. I look over the empty restaurant and sigh, mentally going over the math again in my head. At this rate I’d have enough to reasonably get to LA in 6 months but that was only if my car held out, which based on the loud screeching noise seemed unlikely.

I’m shaken from my thoughts when I see I have another table. What appears to be a businesswoman. She’s preoccupied on her phone until she sees me, offering a smile. The look on her eyes gives me pause, different than the normal customer, and I find myself offering more attentive service than I normally would. I convince myself that it’s for the tip, but inside I knew I was lying to myself.

Three months later, things have changed since you first your left number along with a generous tip on the receipt. My things weren’t in my childhood room anymore, they were mostly in one your extra closets. My sexuality was not in the closet anymore, you’d seen to that after our first date. I found myself thinking a little bit less about an actress and more about what you might want for dinner that evening. The cookbooks I’d been studying were starting to work their magic on my skills. Maybe chicken parm…

A year later, I’m staring at the pregnancy strip. I had never imagined myself as a mom, especially this young, but you wanted a family and the more I thought about it the more I wanted it too. Dreams of LA could not be farther from my mind, instead wondering about the best way to set up the nursery, before I’m shaken from my thoughts by an “I’m home!!”.

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Hello ladies. I’m setting up today what would be a more traditional 1950s marriage, but with a sapphic twist. I’m happy to start at any point in the relationship, from the beginning to where I left off. I’m very interested in the idea of how I fall in love with the idea of playing second fiddle to your career. I’m happy for you to be a more controlling and demanding, toxic domme, a loving mommy domme type, or anything else you envision.

Please respond with a description of your characters background, your kinks and limits, and where you’d like to start. Cheers!