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I haven't been to this site in three years but am really feeling the itch to write. I do not necessarily want anything that is solely smut. I am much more interested in a captivating story surrounding the smut. I am going to be updating this as my main thread. As of now I just have the one idea typed up, but I am always willing to hear others ideas. I'm certainly open to more than what I myself am posting in here. I look forward to hearing from any willing partners.
Let me know your ideas! Long term and short!
Chris leads a pretty normal life. He works at an office building in Minneapolis. He mainly enters data from multiple projects into databases. Mind numbing, and repetitive. He often stays late, not because he’s behind or anything like that, but because the rest of his life is just as dreadfully boring. Ever since his wife’s death, he has withdrawn from family and friends. He lives a very isolated life. Most of the time, he is perfectly fine with that. However, that was soon going to change. Everything was about to change.
One night, as he was staying particularly late; nearly two in the morning, he started seeing some unusual things. Lights were flickering, doors were slamming, and thunderous footsteps could be heard all throughout his floor as well as floors above and beneath him. He would have believed he was being messed with by colleagues if his car wasn’t the only one in the dimly lit parking lot.
Suddenly, his computer screen started to flicker and glitch. He was about to try restarting it, when an IM appeared on screen. This was incredibly strange, as he was the only person in the building except for a couple of security guards, who were likely asleep in their office on the first floor, right next to the lobby.
The other strange thing was that he did not have an IM app on his computer. They were banned in his company, at least for someone of his entry-level status. Against his better judgment, he clicked ‘Open Message’. The following message flashed on screen:
‘Looking for some fun?’
Chris scoffed. How stupid could he be? It was obviously some strange ad, or even worse, possibly a virus. He glanced at the time, and it was even later than he thought. It was time to leave, he thought.
Gingerly pushing himself back in his computer chair, he arose from the chair for the first time in hours. He stretched as he got to his feet and looked around.
The lights were still flickering.
The message had distracted him from that. It was cold outside, but there was no wind. No inclement weather to facilitate a power outage. A cold shiver ran down his spine and a feeling of dread he couldn’t quite explain came over him. He quickly slipped his jacket on over him and zipped it up. He walked briskly out of his office space and down the hallway that led to the elevator. That feeling of dread intensified as the elevator chimed, and began to open. The problem was, Chris was only halfway to the elevator. Who called it?
He quickly ducked into a janitor’s closet, keeping an eye on the elevator. He couldn’t explain it, but he did not feel safe at this moment. To his surprise, the elevator was empty. Once again he cursed himself for being such a fool. He got back to his feet and continued into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator kicked to life and slowly ascended. Chris couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
As the elevator chimed and opened, Chris saw exactly what he expected: nothing.
Not a person, not a noise, nothing. Chris quickly exited the building and practically sprinted to his 2018 Mazda3. Even in such a short time, he felt an intense cold, and fumbled with his keys. He finally unlocked the car and switched it on.
As his LED headlights kicked on, he seen it staring there for the very first time.
The Succubus.
One night, as he was staying particularly late; nearly two in the morning, he started seeing some unusual things. Lights were flickering, doors were slamming, and thunderous footsteps could be heard all throughout his floor as well as floors above and beneath him. He would have believed he was being messed with by colleagues if his car wasn’t the only one in the dimly lit parking lot.
Suddenly, his computer screen started to flicker and glitch. He was about to try restarting it, when an IM appeared on screen. This was incredibly strange, as he was the only person in the building except for a couple of security guards, who were likely asleep in their office on the first floor, right next to the lobby.
The other strange thing was that he did not have an IM app on his computer. They were banned in his company, at least for someone of his entry-level status. Against his better judgment, he clicked ‘Open Message’. The following message flashed on screen:
‘Looking for some fun?’
Chris scoffed. How stupid could he be? It was obviously some strange ad, or even worse, possibly a virus. He glanced at the time, and it was even later than he thought. It was time to leave, he thought.
Gingerly pushing himself back in his computer chair, he arose from the chair for the first time in hours. He stretched as he got to his feet and looked around.
The lights were still flickering.
The message had distracted him from that. It was cold outside, but there was no wind. No inclement weather to facilitate a power outage. A cold shiver ran down his spine and a feeling of dread he couldn’t quite explain came over him. He quickly slipped his jacket on over him and zipped it up. He walked briskly out of his office space and down the hallway that led to the elevator. That feeling of dread intensified as the elevator chimed, and began to open. The problem was, Chris was only halfway to the elevator. Who called it?
He quickly ducked into a janitor’s closet, keeping an eye on the elevator. He couldn’t explain it, but he did not feel safe at this moment. To his surprise, the elevator was empty. Once again he cursed himself for being such a fool. He got back to his feet and continued into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator kicked to life and slowly ascended. Chris couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
As the elevator chimed and opened, Chris saw exactly what he expected: nothing.
Not a person, not a noise, nothing. Chris quickly exited the building and practically sprinted to his 2018 Mazda3. Even in such a short time, he felt an intense cold, and fumbled with his keys. He finally unlocked the car and switched it on.
As his LED headlights kicked on, he seen it staring there for the very first time.
The Succubus.
Detective Steve Patrick took one last glance through the morning newspaper before folding it up and taking his last sip of coffee. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was just a couple minutes past 7A.M. His wife, Michelle came over to grab his coffee mug and place it in the sink. Steve smiled as he rose from his seat and came up behind his wife. She smiled, sensing his touch and turned around, and the couple kissed passionately. Married five years ago, it felt like the spark had never left.
“I’ve got to get going.” Steve finally said as their lips separated. Michelle frowned but understood.
“Okay. Are you still working on the Mr. Williams case?” She asked.
“You know I can’t tell you about ongoing cases. But, yes.”
“Stacy is a mess.” Michelle confessed, as she turned away.
Stacy Williams was Michelle’s best friend. Her husband had mysteriously disappeared a month ago and Steve had been assigned the case. He had been working incredibly long hours and Michelle hadn’t seen him much, but she completely understood his absence.
After saying their goodbyes, Steve left through the side door, stepping quickly into his Lexus. He peeled out of the driveway as he headed to a residence not too far away. In fact it was just one neighbourhood over.
He pulled into Stacy Williams’ driveway.
What Michelle Patrick didn’t know was that Steve wasn’t due at work for several hours.
And there was no Williiams case. He hadn’t disappeared at all. But he was gone, and Steve Patrick and his wife Stacy had conspired to make that happen.
A huge grin worked it’s way onto Steve’s face as he climbed up the front steps, met by Stacy as she opened the door to greet him. They didn’t even share a word before she grabbed him by his silk tie and dragged him inside.
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I think this could go a couple of ways. I would like someone to play Stacy and Michelle(names can change if you prefer) as Steve lives this double life keeping things up with Michelle while he has an affair with Stacy. This does not need to be heavily smut, either. Developments can occur either way, perhaps Michelle finds out there is no case, perhaps Stacy wants Steve to finally leave Michelle. I am open to any and all ideas.
“I’ve got to get going.” Steve finally said as their lips separated. Michelle frowned but understood.
“Okay. Are you still working on the Mr. Williams case?” She asked.
“You know I can’t tell you about ongoing cases. But, yes.”
“Stacy is a mess.” Michelle confessed, as she turned away.
Stacy Williams was Michelle’s best friend. Her husband had mysteriously disappeared a month ago and Steve had been assigned the case. He had been working incredibly long hours and Michelle hadn’t seen him much, but she completely understood his absence.
After saying their goodbyes, Steve left through the side door, stepping quickly into his Lexus. He peeled out of the driveway as he headed to a residence not too far away. In fact it was just one neighbourhood over.
He pulled into Stacy Williams’ driveway.
What Michelle Patrick didn’t know was that Steve wasn’t due at work for several hours.
And there was no Williiams case. He hadn’t disappeared at all. But he was gone, and Steve Patrick and his wife Stacy had conspired to make that happen.
A huge grin worked it’s way onto Steve’s face as he climbed up the front steps, met by Stacy as she opened the door to greet him. They didn’t even share a word before she grabbed him by his silk tie and dragged him inside.
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I think this could go a couple of ways. I would like someone to play Stacy and Michelle(names can change if you prefer) as Steve lives this double life keeping things up with Michelle while he has an affair with Stacy. This does not need to be heavily smut, either. Developments can occur either way, perhaps Michelle finds out there is no case, perhaps Stacy wants Steve to finally leave Michelle. I am open to any and all ideas.
A new government mandated program has been created for the city to help alleviate the pressure felt by the overcrowded prison system. Nonviolent female offenders are able to be placed under strict house arrest with daily visits from their appointed counselor to aid in their rehabilitation. The only catch is there is no term limit and their rehabilitation is complete only when the counselor says so.
Mark Clayton is every woman's dream. Slick dressed, devilishly handsome and charismatic. Not to mention standing at nearly 6’6”, Mark has never struggled to meet women. However, ever since becoming counselor for his neighbourhoods division of the detention program, his sex life has been at an all time high.
All the young ladies he oversees are brimming with raw sexuality. They throw themselves at him every single day. Content for their sessions to consist of nothing more than using Mark to satisfy every craving they have since they are not allowed contact with anyone else. Mark takes full advantage.
This story is much more smut heavy. You could play multiple women and maybe there are some more long term seeds we are able to plant.
Mark Clayton is every woman's dream. Slick dressed, devilishly handsome and charismatic. Not to mention standing at nearly 6’6”, Mark has never struggled to meet women. However, ever since becoming counselor for his neighbourhoods division of the detention program, his sex life has been at an all time high.
All the young ladies he oversees are brimming with raw sexuality. They throw themselves at him every single day. Content for their sessions to consist of nothing more than using Mark to satisfy every craving they have since they are not allowed contact with anyone else. Mark takes full advantage.
This story is much more smut heavy. You could play multiple women and maybe there are some more long term seeds we are able to plant.
Dave’s friends have a weekly poker game. For a while, he always attended. Hearing his friends ramble on about their wives and other problems soon became far too much to bear. He lied, and told them he’d been placed on a later shift and it just wasn’t feasible for him to make it to their poker night anymore.
The truth is, Dave had a sex addiction like nobody would believe. He had begun fucking all of his friends wives, and even their daughters if they were old enough. It became like a sick game to him. He knew they all fawned over him at barbecues and any social gatherings, and he used it to his advantage. Poker night became his time to stick it to his “friends” that always used to belittle him about his crappy job or because he was still single in his forties. He didn’t care about that now, when every one of his friends’ wives called him daddy.[/spoil
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The truth is, Dave had a sex addiction like nobody would believe. He had begun fucking all of his friends wives, and even their daughters if they were old enough. It became like a sick game to him. He knew they all fawned over him at barbecues and any social gatherings, and he used it to his advantage. Poker night became his time to stick it to his “friends” that always used to belittle him about his crappy job or because he was still single in his forties. He didn’t care about that now, when every one of his friends’ wives called him daddy.[/spoil
er]
Let me know your ideas! Long term and short!
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