[M4F] My Asian Roommate

When are you finally going to FUCK your roommate?

Every time my buddies come over to watch a football game or Succession, they’re pestering me with this question. You and I have lived together for over a year and the chemistry is white hot. We cook meals together, share intimate details of our sex lives, and constantly rib one another with inside jokes and teasing remarks. We’re like a couple in every respect expect one: we don’t fuck.

It’s not because we’re not attracted to each other. I’ve always had a special weakness for cute Asian girls. I knew I was in trouble the day you showed up on my doorstep to tour the spare room. But we had a shared principle: roommates fucking was nothing but trouble; proof of the axiom “don’t shit where you eat.” So, we became friends instead… close friends… maybe too close.

It’s not uncommon for you to traipse around our loft in just a t-shirt and panties. Most Sunday mornings, I could be found sprawled across our couch, drinking coffee in my boxer briefs and watching Meet the Press. We give each other tips on creating the perfect Tinder profile. We exchange high fives in the kitchen every time one of us gets laid.

Our friends find all of this extremely annoying. Every time they learn a new detail about our intimate friendship, they roll their eyes and sigh. “Just fuck already.”

Little did they know, things were on the verge of boiling over.

It was early Saturday morning and I was just a touch hungover. I had no idea if you were home or had spent the night getting railed by one of your latest Bumble conquests. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the shower, scrubbing my body down with my pine-scented body wash. But when I got out, I realized I had forgotten to grab a towel.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

I open the bathroom door—just enough to poke my head out. I was relieved to see you standing at the kitchen counter.

“Hey!” I called out with a smirk, “can you grab me a towel?”

[Thanks for reading! If you’re interested in playing the part of my cute, Asian roommate — shoot me a message. Let me know your character’s name, age, appearance, and what she’s wearing on this fateful morning. Feel free to continue from where I left off or ask any questions you may have about the scenes direction.

My character is named Thatcher and he’s 27. He’s 6’2, with a thin lean build, short but messy dark hair, and blue eyes. He wears fashionable glasses with clear, thick rims and works as a graphic designer. Despite his thin physique, he’s fit and toned thanks to a running and rowing regiment.

Feel free to respond whenever you read this. I’m looking forward to writing with you!]