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Planetoid
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- Feb 10, 2023
I'm still relatively new here, but I'm not new at all to writing, having engaged in adult-themed stories for a few decades now. I'm looking for a long-term partner to explore with, to develop characters with, and to see what we can come up with together.
As you'll see below, many of my story ideas involve contrasts: of age, of culture, of ethnicity, of power and economic status, and more. I find that two characters who seem to have no business being together can make for an explosive pairing. Sometimes society might frown on their relationship, while at other times they may be entirely forbidden to one another.
The men I write are naturally dominant, and are often mature and experienced. These men are flawed, though often those flaws are not immediately noticeable. Only a woman who becomes intimate with him would discover them. They can be demanding, and are often very particular.
I am glad to write here over PMs or on Discord. I do not set minimum word counts for each post, as I've found some writers are able to put incredible meaning into a single paragraph. I enjoy a varied pace to the posting lengths as well: in conversational settings, the pacing may be more rapid-fire, while in a scene-opening post it may take much more to properly describe the setting.
Here are a few ideas, but you're welcome to reach out and suggest any of your own as well. These are meant mostly to give you an idea as to the sorts of themes I enjoy exploring in my writing, and each is open-ended, for us to take it in whatever direction we choose:
Unexpected and inappropriate pairings
She'd been raised by her mother, and as an only child the two had become extraordinarily close. So when the diagnosis came, it was heartbreaking for the daughter. Soon, she'd have to be without the woman she felt closer to than anyone. Her mother reassured her, and made plans behind the scenes. In time, the inevitable came, and the daughter was now left alone to navigate the world.
Her mother left her a letter, to be opened after her passing, which laid out an unexpected plan for the daughter. If she ever needed help, she was to see a particular man, one whose name she didn't recognize. He could be trusted, her mother insisted.
In time, after college became too much for the distraught young woman, she found herself reaching out to him. And he - someone from her mother's past, someone who felt he owed her - invites her to stay with him, just as her mother had requested of him. He'll look after her and ensure she's safe while she regroups. But he never expected the connection they forged, and soon he may not be eager to let her venture back into the "real world."
He was a man she always felt comfortable going to when she needed advice or help. Perhaps he's a friend of the family, or a mentor of some kind. Whoever he is, she would associate him with feelings of stability and safety. They'd lost touch over the years as she began to pursue her own life - going off to college and then starting a career - but she didn't forget him. And when some traumatic event or crisis finds her, she'd go to him as the only man she feels she can truly trust and rely on. He'd take her in and show her the guidance she's always appreciated when she was younger, and as they settle into that dynamic, they'd discover a powerful attraction together.
She's off-limits to him, and belongs to someone else. Perhaps she's been promised to another man in an arranged marriage, or perhaps she's simply with a man she doesn't respect or love. Whatever the case, he'll come in and take what doesn't belong to him, feeling no remorse for doing so. And together they'll deal with whatever repercussions follow.
He was proud of her for growing up into an intelligent, sophisticated young woman, and he looked forward to walking her down the aisle. It was a destination wedding, somewhere where there was plenty of sun, sand and natural beauty. He'd been anxious about the day, knowing that he'd have to see his ex-wife once again. The two had divorced years earlier, but the sting still hadn't faded for him. But what he hadn't expected was to meet her, one of his daughter's bridesmaids. She was half his age, and completely off-limits to him, but each found themselves enjoying the other's company. Throughout the week they find themselves drawn together more and more, and they also find themselves having to hide this from everyone else. Their attraction would be a scandal if discovered, one both are eager to avoid.
It was no surprise that his work was being recognized by such a lofty honor, given how much of his life he'd dedicated to his profession. While everything else had managed to crumble around him - friendships, his marriage - his career was always solid, always his focus. He was flying into a particular city to receive an award, but his closest friend (and perhaps his only friend) was concerned that he had no one to accompany him to the presentation itself. It had been ages since the man had so much as gone out on a date with a woman, so his friend opts to arrange for a high-end escort to join him that evening. The man protests, of course, but there's no talking himself out of it. She'll be joining him. And what neither he nor she ever expected was that this would continue well past the one evening.
He had a rule when he traveled, and that was to never speak to a seatmate unless absolutely necessary. Too many times he'd found himself seated beside someone who felt they needed to share their life's story with him, when all he wanted to do was read or sleep. It was a rule he rarely broke, though when she sat beside him he couldn't help himself. The words were uttered without him even thinking of them, and they opened up a conversation that lasted the entire flight. Only this time he was glad for the company. Neither of them should have been so interested in the other - perhaps one or both wore a wedding band - and neither could have known that that flight would begin a torrid affair, one that came with plenty of risks, but also plenty of rewards.
After a few decades of working towards success, a man reaches middle age and begins asking existential questions. Is he fulfilled? What has all this work gotten him, besides a bit of wealth? His devotion to his job has cost him his marriage, friendships. So he opts to leave it all behind, if only for a little while, setting out on his sailboat for parts unknown. Along the way he meets her, a girl who is likely too young for him, but they connect. And she comes along with him, sailing from port to port, country to country. Taking in the culture, taking in each other.
She was taught her whole life to dream, to go after everything she wanted. Why, then, were her friends disappointed in her when she realized that dream? He gave her everything she could have ever hoped for: stability, a luxurious lifestyle, affection, attention. But those around her frowned on the relationship. Perhaps it was the difference in their ages. Perhaps it was that he spoiled her with gifts. Perhaps it was his exacting nature, never completely satisfied. Perhaps it was his unhealthy sense of possession. As with any dream, there were necessary sacrifices she'd had to make. College, of crucial importance to her family, soon felt like an exercise...so she left. Her friends, family gradually receded into the background of her life before fading out entirely. She had little room for anyone who couldn't understand her dream, or how she was living it. And he ensured that she was gradually entwining herself around him, so she couldn't free herself if she wanted to.
He'd built his home high in the mountains years before: remote, private and isolated. His routine each day was the same: he made the long drive to his office in the city, while his housekeeper would arrive and tend to the many tasks required to keep such a home running smoothly. One afternoon, though, the forecast called for heavy snow, with the news media predicting road closures for days. He'd tried to reach his housekeeper to let her know she should leave early to avoid the weather, but she wasn't answering. By the time he made it home, the snow was already drifting across roads, and his housekeeper's car was covered in ice. Even though she attempted to drive home, she couldn't make it more than a few feet down the snow-covered drive. She'd be stuck there, with him, for days. And in that time, the two would explore together and develop an intense bond, no matter how forbidden it may have been.
A touch of mystery
He had found incredible success at a young age, having founded a company whose value skyrocketed immediately. By his mid-20s he had already managed to be featured on the cover of Forbes and had been written about in every newspaper of note. He was both respected and envied. And then, without notice, he disappeared. He'd sold his company and vanished. This was newsworthy for a very brief time, but soon he was forgotten.
Many years later, though, an enterprising reporter takes an interest in the mystery and manages to discover his whereabouts. He's living on an island in the tropics, far from the rest of the world. She'd carefully work her sources until she secures an interview and an invitation to his island for a weekend. What she discovers is a man living by his own rules, and while she may be confused by his lifestyle at first, she may soon become fascinated by it as well.
She was in her final year of college when she disappeared, a bright future seemingly extinguished without a trace. The investigation turned up little, and all that was known was that she'd been chatting online with an older man, one with whom she exchanged messages that were often powerful and intense. The last of these messages spoke to her willingness in her own vanishing: I'm coming for you, he'd written. Come get me, she'd replied. And then there was nothing. No sightings, no communications. She was gone.
A friend, or perhaps a sister, never gave up the search, though the authorities had long ago. Doggedly pursuing any hint of a lead she could find, she eventually finds herself at the doorstep of a luxurious estate, ringing the bell, hoping and praying. The door swings open and the eyes looking back at her are familiar to her, even if the rest of the young woman's appearance is not. Her hair, body, clothing, and mannerisms...all different, all so provocative. But those eyes, they were the same. It was her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, not recognizing the other woman, with whom she'd been so close only years before.
Mixing business with pleasure
He'd been sent abroad for a number of months to oversee the merger of his company with a foreign one, finding himself completely out of his element. In this distant place, he didn't speak the language, nor did he know the customs. The man who is his home country was so effortlessly confident was now put off-balance by his new surroundings. His one lifeline was the woman assigned to him as an interpreter. She was to accompany to him to all business functions, be they meetings or meals, and to ensure his statements and those of his counterparts were properly conveyed and understood. In time, though, these two would end up spending time together outside of business hours, as he sought to understand the culture better and as she attempted to make him feel more at home. What began as a professional arrangement would soon transform into something highly unprofessional.
Yes, it's clichéd, but for good reason. The idea of a boss/assistant pairing opens up all kinds of themes, from taboo relationships to ideals of devotion to risky behavior. If done well, there's much to explore here.
He specialized in making women feel beautiful. His studio, a home overlooking a lake, was the essence of comfort, with each bedroom decorated in soft, feminine textures to serve as backdrops for his portraits. He was a boudoir photographer, his clients coming to him on special occasions: a landmark birthday, an upcoming wedding, or even a divorce. These women were not models, but he made them feel as if they were for a few hours. He'd always managed to keep his shoots professional, and he prided himself on that. But there will be one woman who steps into his studio that tempts him to shed that professionalism, to indulge himself a bit.
The darker side
It was the sort of trip she'd always dreamed of: a few weeks spent with her closest friend, along with her friend's family aboard their sailing yacht. This was unlike anything she'd experienced before, but she found herself enjoying the ocean scenery and the rocking of the waves. Foolishness, though, led them into bad weather, and while it all became a blur, she remembered the boat sinking, and she remembered being separated from her friend's family. There was one life raft, and she was its only occupant, drifting aimlessly with the current.
Eventually, she found herself washed up on an island, one that seemed too remote to be inhabited. But its remoteness is precisely why its lone resident chose to live there and build his home there. It was a sanctuary from the rest of the world, one that had been infiltrated by the unexpected guest. He'd help her recover: feed her, clothe her. But he may not let her go. She may not want to go.
It wasnʻt supposed to have happened this way. It was meant to be a fling: a few days in paradise and then theyʻd go on their separate ways. Had he trusted his instincts, heʻd never have gotten so entangled with the girl, since there had been something off about that look in her eyes from the start. She had brought an intensity to him that was both refreshing and intimidating, and he wasnʻt able to resist her pull. But now she had worked her way into so many aspects of his life, and he couldnʻt shake her. She thrilled him, but she also frightened him. And yet, even now, he couldnʻt say no. He didnʻt want to, even if he knew it was what needed to happen.
Maybe she lived in a village in this far-flung, forgotten part of the world, or perhaps she was a young tourist setting out to see the world alone...whatever the case, she never imagined she'd end up on this stage, dressed so provocatively, being sold like some kind of object. There are men, and some women, eyeing her from the dimly-lit room with ill intent, but perhaps there is also a man there who takes pity on the girl, one who feels a sudden rush of sympathy when he sees her brought out onto the stage. He'll win the bidding war for the young woman, but then his next moves are unclear: does he attempt to return her to her family? Does she even want to be returned? There are many avenues to explore with this one.
The two young women had been best friends for years, virtually inseparable. There were no secrets between them until he came along. He'd swept the best friend, Clara, off her feet, and soon Clara was no longer returning calls or texts. She had entwined herself around him so quickly that within a few months she had retreated from her friendships and familial relationships. She'd all but disappeared.
When the friend did see Clara, she was dressed differently....provocatively. She didn't seem herself, staying quiet while her lover did most of the speaking. It was as if someone had replaced the old Clara with this new woman. It was troubling, to say the least.
Then, after a few months, Clara finally reached out to her friend, her voice shaky on the phone as she broke the news that she was no longer with the man. The two old friends met up, but Clara seemed broken, her mind and emotions shattered. Clara's friend, incensed, vows to track down the man and chastise him for ruining the poor girl. But, as it turns out, the friend is not immune to his charm and magnetism. And soon, against her better judgement, she finds herself spiraling into him, giving herself over to him.
If any of these interest you, or spark an idea of your own, I'd love to hear from you via PM.[/spoiler]
As you'll see below, many of my story ideas involve contrasts: of age, of culture, of ethnicity, of power and economic status, and more. I find that two characters who seem to have no business being together can make for an explosive pairing. Sometimes society might frown on their relationship, while at other times they may be entirely forbidden to one another.
The men I write are naturally dominant, and are often mature and experienced. These men are flawed, though often those flaws are not immediately noticeable. Only a woman who becomes intimate with him would discover them. They can be demanding, and are often very particular.
I am glad to write here over PMs or on Discord. I do not set minimum word counts for each post, as I've found some writers are able to put incredible meaning into a single paragraph. I enjoy a varied pace to the posting lengths as well: in conversational settings, the pacing may be more rapid-fire, while in a scene-opening post it may take much more to properly describe the setting.
Here are a few ideas, but you're welcome to reach out and suggest any of your own as well. These are meant mostly to give you an idea as to the sorts of themes I enjoy exploring in my writing, and each is open-ended, for us to take it in whatever direction we choose:
Unexpected and inappropriate pairings
She'd been raised by her mother, and as an only child the two had become extraordinarily close. So when the diagnosis came, it was heartbreaking for the daughter. Soon, she'd have to be without the woman she felt closer to than anyone. Her mother reassured her, and made plans behind the scenes. In time, the inevitable came, and the daughter was now left alone to navigate the world.
Her mother left her a letter, to be opened after her passing, which laid out an unexpected plan for the daughter. If she ever needed help, she was to see a particular man, one whose name she didn't recognize. He could be trusted, her mother insisted.
In time, after college became too much for the distraught young woman, she found herself reaching out to him. And he - someone from her mother's past, someone who felt he owed her - invites her to stay with him, just as her mother had requested of him. He'll look after her and ensure she's safe while she regroups. But he never expected the connection they forged, and soon he may not be eager to let her venture back into the "real world."
He was a man she always felt comfortable going to when she needed advice or help. Perhaps he's a friend of the family, or a mentor of some kind. Whoever he is, she would associate him with feelings of stability and safety. They'd lost touch over the years as she began to pursue her own life - going off to college and then starting a career - but she didn't forget him. And when some traumatic event or crisis finds her, she'd go to him as the only man she feels she can truly trust and rely on. He'd take her in and show her the guidance she's always appreciated when she was younger, and as they settle into that dynamic, they'd discover a powerful attraction together.
She's off-limits to him, and belongs to someone else. Perhaps she's been promised to another man in an arranged marriage, or perhaps she's simply with a man she doesn't respect or love. Whatever the case, he'll come in and take what doesn't belong to him, feeling no remorse for doing so. And together they'll deal with whatever repercussions follow.
He was proud of her for growing up into an intelligent, sophisticated young woman, and he looked forward to walking her down the aisle. It was a destination wedding, somewhere where there was plenty of sun, sand and natural beauty. He'd been anxious about the day, knowing that he'd have to see his ex-wife once again. The two had divorced years earlier, but the sting still hadn't faded for him. But what he hadn't expected was to meet her, one of his daughter's bridesmaids. She was half his age, and completely off-limits to him, but each found themselves enjoying the other's company. Throughout the week they find themselves drawn together more and more, and they also find themselves having to hide this from everyone else. Their attraction would be a scandal if discovered, one both are eager to avoid.
It was no surprise that his work was being recognized by such a lofty honor, given how much of his life he'd dedicated to his profession. While everything else had managed to crumble around him - friendships, his marriage - his career was always solid, always his focus. He was flying into a particular city to receive an award, but his closest friend (and perhaps his only friend) was concerned that he had no one to accompany him to the presentation itself. It had been ages since the man had so much as gone out on a date with a woman, so his friend opts to arrange for a high-end escort to join him that evening. The man protests, of course, but there's no talking himself out of it. She'll be joining him. And what neither he nor she ever expected was that this would continue well past the one evening.
He had a rule when he traveled, and that was to never speak to a seatmate unless absolutely necessary. Too many times he'd found himself seated beside someone who felt they needed to share their life's story with him, when all he wanted to do was read or sleep. It was a rule he rarely broke, though when she sat beside him he couldn't help himself. The words were uttered without him even thinking of them, and they opened up a conversation that lasted the entire flight. Only this time he was glad for the company. Neither of them should have been so interested in the other - perhaps one or both wore a wedding band - and neither could have known that that flight would begin a torrid affair, one that came with plenty of risks, but also plenty of rewards.
After a few decades of working towards success, a man reaches middle age and begins asking existential questions. Is he fulfilled? What has all this work gotten him, besides a bit of wealth? His devotion to his job has cost him his marriage, friendships. So he opts to leave it all behind, if only for a little while, setting out on his sailboat for parts unknown. Along the way he meets her, a girl who is likely too young for him, but they connect. And she comes along with him, sailing from port to port, country to country. Taking in the culture, taking in each other.
She was taught her whole life to dream, to go after everything she wanted. Why, then, were her friends disappointed in her when she realized that dream? He gave her everything she could have ever hoped for: stability, a luxurious lifestyle, affection, attention. But those around her frowned on the relationship. Perhaps it was the difference in their ages. Perhaps it was that he spoiled her with gifts. Perhaps it was his exacting nature, never completely satisfied. Perhaps it was his unhealthy sense of possession. As with any dream, there were necessary sacrifices she'd had to make. College, of crucial importance to her family, soon felt like an exercise...so she left. Her friends, family gradually receded into the background of her life before fading out entirely. She had little room for anyone who couldn't understand her dream, or how she was living it. And he ensured that she was gradually entwining herself around him, so she couldn't free herself if she wanted to.
He'd built his home high in the mountains years before: remote, private and isolated. His routine each day was the same: he made the long drive to his office in the city, while his housekeeper would arrive and tend to the many tasks required to keep such a home running smoothly. One afternoon, though, the forecast called for heavy snow, with the news media predicting road closures for days. He'd tried to reach his housekeeper to let her know she should leave early to avoid the weather, but she wasn't answering. By the time he made it home, the snow was already drifting across roads, and his housekeeper's car was covered in ice. Even though she attempted to drive home, she couldn't make it more than a few feet down the snow-covered drive. She'd be stuck there, with him, for days. And in that time, the two would explore together and develop an intense bond, no matter how forbidden it may have been.
A touch of mystery
He had found incredible success at a young age, having founded a company whose value skyrocketed immediately. By his mid-20s he had already managed to be featured on the cover of Forbes and had been written about in every newspaper of note. He was both respected and envied. And then, without notice, he disappeared. He'd sold his company and vanished. This was newsworthy for a very brief time, but soon he was forgotten.
Many years later, though, an enterprising reporter takes an interest in the mystery and manages to discover his whereabouts. He's living on an island in the tropics, far from the rest of the world. She'd carefully work her sources until she secures an interview and an invitation to his island for a weekend. What she discovers is a man living by his own rules, and while she may be confused by his lifestyle at first, she may soon become fascinated by it as well.
She was in her final year of college when she disappeared, a bright future seemingly extinguished without a trace. The investigation turned up little, and all that was known was that she'd been chatting online with an older man, one with whom she exchanged messages that were often powerful and intense. The last of these messages spoke to her willingness in her own vanishing: I'm coming for you, he'd written. Come get me, she'd replied. And then there was nothing. No sightings, no communications. She was gone.
A friend, or perhaps a sister, never gave up the search, though the authorities had long ago. Doggedly pursuing any hint of a lead she could find, she eventually finds herself at the doorstep of a luxurious estate, ringing the bell, hoping and praying. The door swings open and the eyes looking back at her are familiar to her, even if the rest of the young woman's appearance is not. Her hair, body, clothing, and mannerisms...all different, all so provocative. But those eyes, they were the same. It was her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, not recognizing the other woman, with whom she'd been so close only years before.
Mixing business with pleasure
He'd been sent abroad for a number of months to oversee the merger of his company with a foreign one, finding himself completely out of his element. In this distant place, he didn't speak the language, nor did he know the customs. The man who is his home country was so effortlessly confident was now put off-balance by his new surroundings. His one lifeline was the woman assigned to him as an interpreter. She was to accompany to him to all business functions, be they meetings or meals, and to ensure his statements and those of his counterparts were properly conveyed and understood. In time, though, these two would end up spending time together outside of business hours, as he sought to understand the culture better and as she attempted to make him feel more at home. What began as a professional arrangement would soon transform into something highly unprofessional.
Yes, it's clichéd, but for good reason. The idea of a boss/assistant pairing opens up all kinds of themes, from taboo relationships to ideals of devotion to risky behavior. If done well, there's much to explore here.
He specialized in making women feel beautiful. His studio, a home overlooking a lake, was the essence of comfort, with each bedroom decorated in soft, feminine textures to serve as backdrops for his portraits. He was a boudoir photographer, his clients coming to him on special occasions: a landmark birthday, an upcoming wedding, or even a divorce. These women were not models, but he made them feel as if they were for a few hours. He'd always managed to keep his shoots professional, and he prided himself on that. But there will be one woman who steps into his studio that tempts him to shed that professionalism, to indulge himself a bit.
The darker side
It was the sort of trip she'd always dreamed of: a few weeks spent with her closest friend, along with her friend's family aboard their sailing yacht. This was unlike anything she'd experienced before, but she found herself enjoying the ocean scenery and the rocking of the waves. Foolishness, though, led them into bad weather, and while it all became a blur, she remembered the boat sinking, and she remembered being separated from her friend's family. There was one life raft, and she was its only occupant, drifting aimlessly with the current.
Eventually, she found herself washed up on an island, one that seemed too remote to be inhabited. But its remoteness is precisely why its lone resident chose to live there and build his home there. It was a sanctuary from the rest of the world, one that had been infiltrated by the unexpected guest. He'd help her recover: feed her, clothe her. But he may not let her go. She may not want to go.
It wasnʻt supposed to have happened this way. It was meant to be a fling: a few days in paradise and then theyʻd go on their separate ways. Had he trusted his instincts, heʻd never have gotten so entangled with the girl, since there had been something off about that look in her eyes from the start. She had brought an intensity to him that was both refreshing and intimidating, and he wasnʻt able to resist her pull. But now she had worked her way into so many aspects of his life, and he couldnʻt shake her. She thrilled him, but she also frightened him. And yet, even now, he couldnʻt say no. He didnʻt want to, even if he knew it was what needed to happen.
Maybe she lived in a village in this far-flung, forgotten part of the world, or perhaps she was a young tourist setting out to see the world alone...whatever the case, she never imagined she'd end up on this stage, dressed so provocatively, being sold like some kind of object. There are men, and some women, eyeing her from the dimly-lit room with ill intent, but perhaps there is also a man there who takes pity on the girl, one who feels a sudden rush of sympathy when he sees her brought out onto the stage. He'll win the bidding war for the young woman, but then his next moves are unclear: does he attempt to return her to her family? Does she even want to be returned? There are many avenues to explore with this one.
The two young women had been best friends for years, virtually inseparable. There were no secrets between them until he came along. He'd swept the best friend, Clara, off her feet, and soon Clara was no longer returning calls or texts. She had entwined herself around him so quickly that within a few months she had retreated from her friendships and familial relationships. She'd all but disappeared.
When the friend did see Clara, she was dressed differently....provocatively. She didn't seem herself, staying quiet while her lover did most of the speaking. It was as if someone had replaced the old Clara with this new woman. It was troubling, to say the least.
Then, after a few months, Clara finally reached out to her friend, her voice shaky on the phone as she broke the news that she was no longer with the man. The two old friends met up, but Clara seemed broken, her mind and emotions shattered. Clara's friend, incensed, vows to track down the man and chastise him for ruining the poor girl. But, as it turns out, the friend is not immune to his charm and magnetism. And soon, against her better judgement, she finds herself spiraling into him, giving herself over to him.
If any of these interest you, or spark an idea of your own, I'd love to hear from you via PM.[/spoiler]
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