[F4M] - The Forbidden Prison Love

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

Please do not message unless you are 18-26

I want someone around the same age as me, around the same time zone, I’m in Eastern US time.

Hi! I'm 18F. If you decide to message me do it with the following please:

1. your description (please include your age and time zone)

2. Favorite list (links but with a “k” it doesn’t like that word on here lol)

3. Any ideas for the plot if you have them

I’m in eastern US time so I want someone around that time zone, 1st person preferred, and 2-4 paragraphs, more if needed. Thanks!

The Forbidden Prison Love:

I tap the bars lightly when you stop in front of my cell.

“You got a minute?” I ask, already smiling like I know the answer.

You don’t say yes, but you don’t walk away either.

I pull a pack of coke from my pocket just enough for you to see it, then tuck it back like it’s no big deal. “Crazy what one of these can do in here,” I say. “People act like it’s gold.”

Your eyes flick to my hand. Fast. Controlled.

“You shouldn’t have that,” you say.

I shrug. “I shouldn’t have a lot of things.”

I tilt my head, watching you think. “Relax, sweetheart,” I add. “I’m not offering. Just making conversation.”

I let the silence sit before I say it, like I’m deciding whether you’ve earned the truth.

“Distribution,” I tell you. “Not small-time either.” I smile faintly. “I was good at it. Organized. Careful. Thought I was untouchable.”

Your expression tightens just a bit. Not judgment, awareness.

“I never used,” I go on. “Never carried. Just moved product, collected cash, kept my name clean.” I glance at the pack again. “Turns out clean only lasts until someone decides you’re convenient to flip.”

You tell me to put it away. I do, but slow, deliberate.

“See?” I say lightly. “I listen to you.”

That gets you. Not much. Just enough.

I lean back against the wall, arms crossed. “Funny, though,” I go on. “Everyone else sees a pack. You see a problem.”

I smile. “Guess that’s why you’re out there and I’m in here.”

You shake your head, mutter my name like it’s a warning. I grin wider. I’m not pushing hard—just enough to get under your skin and stay there.

When you finally walk off, I don’t watch you go. I don’t have to.

The fact that you looked back once already tells me I did exactly what I meant to.

Hey!!! That’s for reading the starter. I’d really like to try this out. A forbidden love type of thing. It could go a lot of ways. We do fall in love for really or it could be on sided. I fall in love with you and you just use me for sex. A fun thing to do at work.

I’d love to hear your ideas and thoughts on it!