Hello! I'm Vale and I'm pretty new in long terms rp.
I can (and like to) play sub but not the kind of immediately begging, worshipping or calling "mistress".
I'd like to discuss a nice story line that we can set up together, I'm open to ideas, roles and kinks
I, mistakingly, take your grocery shopping cart, and walk away. You call after me and run to catch up as I stop. You tell me that that cart is yours and once I look in it and see your purse and items I wasn’t looking for, I apologize and give you back the cart. I say, as I walk by you, looking for my cart, complimenting you that you are a very beautiful young lady. I also notice that you are only getting a few items and guess that maybe you’re just starting out being on your own. We run into each other, again, in the frozen food area and we talk a little. I thank you for being so kind and that you remind me of my late wife when she was your age. At the checkout stand, you are just in front of me and when the clerk tells you the amount owed, you rifle through your purse, looking for an additional $17.00. I look at the clerk and hand him my card and ask him to put your bill on it. You thank me and then walk very slow as I check my cart out. As I walk out the door, towards my car, you stop me and thank me again. You now have your things in your backpack and start walking towards the street. I offer to give you a ride home, know that the nearest Apt complex is 2 miles away. You accept and get in my SUV. Once at your place, you offer me a beer or cup of coffee and I accept the coffee. We talk for an hour before realizing the time. I stand up and you give me a hug and then kiss me on my cheek. As I begin to turn to you to thank you, you then kiss me full on the lips. It’s a very NICE and long kiss and you rub yourself against me, making me very hard. When you pull away, you smile and ask, “is that for me”, looking at the bulge in my pants. I’m embarrassed and say that it’s been over 2 yrs since I lost my wife and you’re the first female that has kissed me. We exchange phone numbers and I leave.
Later that evening, you call me and ask how my wife died. I tell you the story and then you as if we could be good friends? I heartedly agree.
A week later, I call you and invite you over for dinner. I give you my address and you tell me that you have a ride, but, I will need to take you home.
let me know if you’d like me to go on, or, feel free to add what you’d like.
