[M4F] The Runaway dirtypenpals

Hey DPP,

(I have been lurking for a while now and I thought I would try and posting something. I'm looking for a female to play between 18-20. Her back story is her own but she is a runaway.)

The violent crash of thunder snaps Quinn awake. As he stares up at the the ceiling he prays for the rain to stop. It has been pouring for three days now, with no signs of letting up. He turns and looks at his clock. "It's 2:30 in the morning. Terrific." He says to the empty room. He rolls over and stares at the vacant spot on the bed. It's so hard to sleep without her here. The storm is just making it worse.

Quinn closes his eyes to try and sleep.A flash of lightning brightens up the room followed by another boom of thunder, loud enough to shake the windows. "Fuck it, I'm up."

Climbing out of bed, he puts his slippers on and slides into his robe. He remembers when he was a kid, a glass of milk used to help settle his nerves. Hopefully a glass of milk now and he should be back in bed in no time. Making his way towards the kitchen, he can't believe as a man of 38 he needs some home remedy to get through a stormy night. With his thoughts elsewhere, he does not notice the puddle until he plants his foot right in it, completely soaking his slipper. "God damnit!" He pulls off his dripping slipper and looks up at the ceiling expecting a leak. When he does not notice anything, he looks back to the floor. He is surprised and curious about the trail of puddles he finds leading to the kitchen.

The light from the refrigerator fills the kitchen with a dim glow. Quinn stares in shock from the kitchen door as some stranger is rummaging through it. "Shit!" he whispered. He forgot to set the alarm when he went to bed. Now he probably has some psychopath homeless man stealing his food. "I need to call the cops." Checking the pockets on the robe, he cursing again as he forgot his cell phone upstairs. He attempts to slip out of the kitchen when another lightning strike illuminates the room. The figure behind the fridge jumps back, letting a glass jar tumble to the floor, shattering. Quinn can't believe his eyes.

The girl lets out a high pitch cry as the jar hits the ground. From the little detail Quinn could gather, the girl was frail and soaked. He can't see much from the light of the fridge, but the panicked look on her face tells Quinn a lot. She seems to disappear as the strange girl drops to the floor to clean up the mess. Quinn, still unsure what to do, knows she will cut herself if she tries to pick up the glass in the dark. Fully entering the room, he flicks on the light switch. She looks up from the ground, panic-stricken. Quinn smiles, "Hello."

(My limits are piss, scat, snuff, gore, beastiality. Hope to hear from you soon.)

Submitted December 09, 2016 at 01:35PM by Roleplaythrowaway47 http://ift.tt/2grf5Ki dirtypenpals