Hey All!

Today I'm looking to open up a sort of cinematic universe of stories with a shared theme! A collection of sexy stories written by sexy people. Maybe I'll turn it into the next great American novel. But probably we'll just have fun writing out stories together. And that's a pretty good outcome for me. I'm really caught up in the idea of two people being together who shouldn't be at all. Interactions where power dynamics, age, race, and obligations elsewhere dictate that these two people shouldn't be together. I want these to be slower burns, building tension and escalating things to the point of climax! I'm looking for you!

About you: I'm looking for a good, literate partner who likes to write detailed and well thought out responses. I'm looking for a respectful partner that understands life happens elsewhere, and we write good responses when we have the time and head space to do so. I don't want a partner who writes for my character either, that's such a huge pet peeve of mine. I'm looking for creative partners who can both take ideas and provide input that makes them better, and partners who can introduce new ideas. Either as a one-off writer, or somebody willing to jump in and write a diverse, unique collection of characters. You can only write about somebody who is literally you? Probably not who I'm looking for with this one.

I'm going to share a couple previously well thought out prompts below!

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"My Boyfriend's Neighbor"

Katie was having a terrible trip. She was supposed to be enjoying her spring break, staying with her boyfriend's family and meeting them for the first time. Instead, the week had been filled with fighting, conflict, friction, and everything else that would make for an uncomfortable time in tight quarters. She had been seeing her boyfriend, Austin, for the entire schoolyear. This was her first ever college spring break, and she couldn't have been more disappointed. Instead of partying on a beach with her girlfriends, she was subjected to passive comments from Austin's mom about some sort of perceived inadequacy Katie had. She couldn't take it anymore. And when pressing Austin to fight back on her behalf, he refused. It seemed, to Katie, that he would rather cower in the presence of his family than push back and stand up for her. Oh well, Katie thought. She would fix all of these problems when they got back to school. She was going to breakup with him, she just didn't want to leave herself stranded as a house guest of theirs. That morning, Austin's family decided they were going to go to the beach. Katie had faked a stomach bug to stay home. Predictably, Austin opted to go with his family to the beach instead of stay back with her. No worries, she was hoping he would let her down again. She decided to lay out back, catch some sun and just zone out with some peace and quiet around the house. As she laid back in a two piece light blue bikini she'd packed, she heard a voice call out from across the fence.

"Hey, if you get bored over there, I've got a pool in my backyard. You're free to come over. Lord knows I don't use it anymore!"

Katie looked up to see an older man poking his head above the fence across the backyard.

"Didn't mean to be nosy, I just saw the Thompsons leaving for the day, thought you might be a little lonely." He said.

Katie sat up, smiling to herself. "You know... a pool could be really nice!" She said, standing up and walking out to head nextdoor. "I'll be right over!"

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"The Sales Associate"

"Oh Shit!" You immediately realize you have fucked up. You and your wife have your big anniversary dinner tonight. And your procrastination over getting her a present has left you in a massive pickle. Your marriage has been on thin ice lately, and you really can't screw up something like an anniversary gift at a time like this. You've been working non-stop since your promotion, and the time spent at the office instead of home has caused your wife to grow some resentment. She's voiced to you that she's beginning to worry you don't love her the same way, that things are starting to fizzle out between you two. And, to be frank, they have. The bedroom has almost completely dried out, and you fear that if this trend continues she'll leave you.

So you go into panic mode, hopping in your car and driving to the mall hoping you can figure something out. "Come on... think... think... what do women like? Jewelry? Perfume... come on man think!" It's been a while since you've earnestly tried to shop for a gift. And it's absolutely a deteriorating skill if you don't practice it routinely. You head to the luxury department store at the mall, scrambling inside as you try and brainstorm an idea. You sprint inside, checking your watch. "Calm down... you've got a few hours until dinner. Just take a deep breath and browse, it'll come to you."

You begin to walk around the department store, browsing through the bags, the dresses, the jewelry. You're still wearing your suit from the office. Your eyes suddenly stop and become fixated on the lingerie section in the back corner. You chuckle to yourself, allowing yourself a few moments to check out the options and imagine what they'd look like on some of the younger women at your office.

"Hello Sir, are you looking for anything in particular?" An accented voice comes out from over your shoulder, startling you.

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"The Cowboy"

I was on another one of my wanderlust trips. These happen from time to time. I get a bit antsy, and I have to get as far away from home as possible. I always came back, but I normally wouldn't return until I'd had some sort of an adventure or experience that helped me forget about what had been worrying me before I left. This time was no different. It started off as it always did: I looked at a map and then said "well, I've never been to this place before!" Without looking at what to do in the area, I booked an Airbnb that appeared to be an old barn that was converted into a quasi hotel room of sorts. It looked nice enough, and the reviews were solid enough to convince me I wasn't going to get murdered. So I booked it, and then next day I was in my beat up car and on my way to the middle of nowhere. I was excited, yet a bit skeptical, to be heading out to a part of the country I'd never been before. It was fun to experience something new, but I always had to be careful. In remote places like this you never knew how people would feel about a girl like me. My car spun through rolling hills, vast plains, and then finally arriving at what appeared to be a sprawling cattle ranch in a valley fixed between two mountain ranges. It was the winter, and the chilly air made me shiver as I regretted not packing for more brutal weather.

I checked into the barn, which had been renovated to provide for all the comforts you'd want. A nice, large bed. Comfy fabric lined furniture. A big fireplace with a rug laid out in front of it. As I settled in, using the self check-in process described on my listing, it began to snow outside. After a little while, trying to adjust the heat, I made an attempt at the gas fireplace but couldn't figure out how to get it turned on. The snow outside continued to pour as the wind could be heard crashing against the walls outside. I reached for my phone, attempting to contact the host to see if I could gather any help with the fireplace or the heater. A few minutes later, a loud knock on the door breaks the silence and I answer. Standing in front of me is a large, imposing, and handsome older man.

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DM's only please

Kinks: foot fetish play, anal play, oral play, rough sex, dirty talk, multiple positions, lingerie/heels, outfit control, age gaps, group sex, threesomes, cuck play, being filmed, outdoor play,

Limits: scat, gore, violence, gross, beast, yada yada