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Driver / Hitchhiker:
She's stuck. Alone in some forgotten corner of a county she's never heard of, in a state she could hardly even place on the map. One tire's been shredded to hell, her phone's got no bars, and as night stretches on, so do her worries about getting home. It's nothing but trees and darkness for miles, and not a single soul has passed her way.
Until his truck comes barreling around the bend.
He's not the kind who goes looking for company, but he's even less the kind to leave someone stranded. Especially not a woman alone in the sticks. He pulls over and she gives him the rundown— no service, dead tire. He listens, then offers her a lift to the nearest spot she might find a signal.
It doesn't take long to see how different they are. She's skeptical of him. Of his kindness, of the idea that he would help her for free. She's not used to the hospitality. So, unsure what else she has to offer, she suggests she return the favor the only way she knows how.
He can't deny the spark it sets off in him, yet he's a righteous man— someone who wouldn't sleep right if he used this woman when she needed more. He makes it simple: he doesn't want anything from her. Just a thank you. And that's all.
That should have been that. But something in her isn't satisfied with the rejection. She takes her time to notice him then. The way his hands stay steady on the wheel. How he speaks with no edge, no rush, like he's got all the time in the world. How intriguing it is when his smile reaches his eyes. It's disarming and alluring all at once.
The quiet between them stretches long. Not awkward, just full. He isn't a man of many words, despite the way he's internally battling himself to remain a gentleman under her ogling. She catches on.
So she tests the moment again, less subtle this time. A touch on his arm. A look that lingers. Maybe a curious massage against his thigh and something whispered.
Does he pull over then? Does he have the resolve to hold off until they've reached the blip of a town not too far off? What is this buzz in his gut that he feels with her so close, that she surely feels too?
I would love to discuss details and character motivations for this story before we begin. Perhaps YC was out so far due to an unsuccessful fishing trip or his love for lonely drives. Perhaps MC was on her way back from visiting family or a trip with friends. Details like so I want to nail down. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts, and we can work out something that fits us best together!
Here is my flist for a reference on kinks I am looking for.
Hope to hear from you!
- I work full time and with an unpredictable schedule. I make an effort to respond 2-3 times a day for short form roleplay (long term needs to be discussed 1-on-1), and when the stars align a certain way I may be able to give more.
- I enjoy brainstorming and coming up with unique plots/pairs together. If ever you have an input, request, or idea, please do let me know!
- I heavily prefer 3rd person, however I am not completely against 1st should the plotting be good enough. Please mention if you only want to use 1st person.
- I mentioned previously about discussing long term roleplay responses as I am on the search for new partners in that department as well. I have a list of prompts separate to this thread. Just ask if you'd like to read!
Driver / Hitchhiker:
She's stuck. Alone in some forgotten corner of a county she's never heard of, in a state she could hardly even place on the map. One tire's been shredded to hell, her phone's got no bars, and as night stretches on, so do her worries about getting home. It's nothing but trees and darkness for miles, and not a single soul has passed her way.
Until his truck comes barreling around the bend.
He's not the kind who goes looking for company, but he's even less the kind to leave someone stranded. Especially not a woman alone in the sticks. He pulls over and she gives him the rundown— no service, dead tire. He listens, then offers her a lift to the nearest spot she might find a signal.
It doesn't take long to see how different they are. She's skeptical of him. Of his kindness, of the idea that he would help her for free. She's not used to the hospitality. So, unsure what else she has to offer, she suggests she return the favor the only way she knows how.
He can't deny the spark it sets off in him, yet he's a righteous man— someone who wouldn't sleep right if he used this woman when she needed more. He makes it simple: he doesn't want anything from her. Just a thank you. And that's all.
That should have been that. But something in her isn't satisfied with the rejection. She takes her time to notice him then. The way his hands stay steady on the wheel. How he speaks with no edge, no rush, like he's got all the time in the world. How intriguing it is when his smile reaches his eyes. It's disarming and alluring all at once.
The quiet between them stretches long. Not awkward, just full. He isn't a man of many words, despite the way he's internally battling himself to remain a gentleman under her ogling. She catches on.
So she tests the moment again, less subtle this time. A touch on his arm. A look that lingers. Maybe a curious massage against his thigh and something whispered.
Does he pull over then? Does he have the resolve to hold off until they've reached the blip of a town not too far off? What is this buzz in his gut that he feels with her so close, that she surely feels too?
I would love to discuss details and character motivations for this story before we begin. Perhaps YC was out so far due to an unsuccessful fishing trip or his love for lonely drives. Perhaps MC was on her way back from visiting family or a trip with friends. Details like so I want to nail down. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts, and we can work out something that fits us best together!
Here is my flist for a reference on kinks I am looking for.
Hope to hear from you!