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BloodRedRomeo
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2017
Hello everyone. I had two ideas recently that just won’t stop bugging me. So I’ll throw them out here and see if I get any takers. Let me know what you think.
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When I was 17, something happened to me. Something I genuinely believed at the time to use up a lifetime’s worth of luck. I was never a popular guy, having been a chubby nerd hanging with other nerds. But she hadn’t cared. Allison was amazing. Smart, pretty, and the only child of a wealthy family, she still managed to be down to earth and caring. Obviously, I fell for her. And for some reason, something I’ve never been able to understand, she liked me back. So much so, that she asked me out. It truly was the most shocking moment of my life.
My friends didn’t believe it. Neither did hers. They said we wouldn’t last a week, that Allison would wise up and break it off. But she didn’t. Instead, she worked at it. Not much of a nerd, she tried to understand my hobbies in order to relate to me. I, in turn, began to try her hobbies of cooking and archery. It was strange, but fun. And we were happy.
A week passed. Then a month. Then two months. Then half a year. Every milestone that people swore we wouldn’t make, we did. If anything, we were a stronger couple each time. We moved through highschool, and then we even got accepted to the same elite college. We went together. At first, we lived in the same dorm. But that was too much distance. By our sophomore year, we had an apartment together.
When the two of us had graduated, it had been six years since we had gotten together. You had taken a position at your father’s firm while I would be pursuing graduate school. When I was accepted into the program, you threw a celebration for me at your parent’s house. There, I was given my gift. All of my student loans would be paid off and even grad school was completely covered. Your father said it was the least he could do for his future son-in-law. I don’t think I ever saw Allison smile wider than when he called me that.
Unfortunately, the college and the firm were a ways away, nearly three hours apart. We ended up deciding to live apart. Just until I finished my education. Then we’d love out our idyllic life together. That was the plan.
Then I met you.
You were something else. Allison was beautiful, but in a subtle way. Less consuming. You? Every thing about you screamed sex, and you did nothing to silence it. You were a student in the class I was a TA for and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And for some reason, just like Allison all those years ago, you approached me.
I shouldn’t have accepted. You’re my student. If this was discovered, Alison would leave me. I’d lose her family’s support. None of our friends would talk to me again. I’d lose my position at the university. And it’d be one hell of a challenge to find another school to accept me. I’m gambling everything on these trysts. And yet when I see you in my bed, it all feels worth the risk.
You are my addiction. The only question is will I be able to break myself of it? Or will it break me first?
(Obviously, I’m looking for someone to play the woman my character is cheating with. And while the prompt is written in first person, I was hoping to write the story in third)
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A hookup party. That’s what she needed. At least, that what her friends decided. As teachers, there weren’t really a ton of opportunities to meet guys. So this would be their gift to her and themselves. Invite a few guys they met online over to their place, make it clear what they wanted, and see what happens. At least, that was the idea. So imagine their surprise when the men at the door are their students.
(For this idea, I’d be playing multiple men to your multiple women. We’d have the group come together without predetermined pairings and we’d see what happens. Open to flipping the genders with older men to younger women. Or doing a mix with male and female students and teachers)
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That’s what I’ve got. Not sure how popular these will be, but I hope someone likes it. Feel free to reach out if it does. You can also check out my main thread or pitch your own ideas. Or don’t reach out to me at all. Whatever you do, I hope you have a good night.
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When I was 17, something happened to me. Something I genuinely believed at the time to use up a lifetime’s worth of luck. I was never a popular guy, having been a chubby nerd hanging with other nerds. But she hadn’t cared. Allison was amazing. Smart, pretty, and the only child of a wealthy family, she still managed to be down to earth and caring. Obviously, I fell for her. And for some reason, something I’ve never been able to understand, she liked me back. So much so, that she asked me out. It truly was the most shocking moment of my life.
My friends didn’t believe it. Neither did hers. They said we wouldn’t last a week, that Allison would wise up and break it off. But she didn’t. Instead, she worked at it. Not much of a nerd, she tried to understand my hobbies in order to relate to me. I, in turn, began to try her hobbies of cooking and archery. It was strange, but fun. And we were happy.
A week passed. Then a month. Then two months. Then half a year. Every milestone that people swore we wouldn’t make, we did. If anything, we were a stronger couple each time. We moved through highschool, and then we even got accepted to the same elite college. We went together. At first, we lived in the same dorm. But that was too much distance. By our sophomore year, we had an apartment together.
When the two of us had graduated, it had been six years since we had gotten together. You had taken a position at your father’s firm while I would be pursuing graduate school. When I was accepted into the program, you threw a celebration for me at your parent’s house. There, I was given my gift. All of my student loans would be paid off and even grad school was completely covered. Your father said it was the least he could do for his future son-in-law. I don’t think I ever saw Allison smile wider than when he called me that.
Unfortunately, the college and the firm were a ways away, nearly three hours apart. We ended up deciding to live apart. Just until I finished my education. Then we’d love out our idyllic life together. That was the plan.
Then I met you.
You were something else. Allison was beautiful, but in a subtle way. Less consuming. You? Every thing about you screamed sex, and you did nothing to silence it. You were a student in the class I was a TA for and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And for some reason, just like Allison all those years ago, you approached me.
I shouldn’t have accepted. You’re my student. If this was discovered, Alison would leave me. I’d lose her family’s support. None of our friends would talk to me again. I’d lose my position at the university. And it’d be one hell of a challenge to find another school to accept me. I’m gambling everything on these trysts. And yet when I see you in my bed, it all feels worth the risk.
You are my addiction. The only question is will I be able to break myself of it? Or will it break me first?
(Obviously, I’m looking for someone to play the woman my character is cheating with. And while the prompt is written in first person, I was hoping to write the story in third)
—————
A hookup party. That’s what she needed. At least, that what her friends decided. As teachers, there weren’t really a ton of opportunities to meet guys. So this would be their gift to her and themselves. Invite a few guys they met online over to their place, make it clear what they wanted, and see what happens. At least, that was the idea. So imagine their surprise when the men at the door are their students.
(For this idea, I’d be playing multiple men to your multiple women. We’d have the group come together without predetermined pairings and we’d see what happens. Open to flipping the genders with older men to younger women. Or doing a mix with male and female students and teachers)
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That’s what I’ve got. Not sure how popular these will be, but I hope someone likes it. Feel free to reach out if it does. You can also check out my main thread or pitch your own ideas. Or don’t reach out to me at all. Whatever you do, I hope you have a good night.