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Online Mr QuixoticTopic starter

Note: This thread may be more generalised than seems to be the case with many on E.  My interests are varied, and I prioritise the finding of partners whose global preferences mesh with mine, and with whom I communicate well, over being wedded to specific storylines or cravings.

POST 1: Introduction, General Information, Ons/Offs and Pairings
POST 2: Plots and Note on Plotting
POST 3: Writing Samples
POST 4: Links To Thread Stories On BlueMoonRoleplay

I'm a male, who plays mostly dominant characters, always on the search for fun, creative and intelligent female partners. To save wasting both our time before you read any further, please note that when I say  I play dominant characters, that relates to them possessing a dominant persona, and should not be perceived as a label, or as them being 'Doms.' It also does not mean I'm looking to write opposite submissive females, I'm not.

Characters who are physically submissive are fine, however, I've no interest in characters who are intellectually or emotionally submissive. Nor those who are submissive in a general sense, and are unable to express or assert themselves sexually, and otherwise, both inside and outside of the bedroom.  If I am to do a domination or forced scenario, I have no interest in (preying on) the weak, so will only do one those that require 'taking' of control from the strong, or unwilling submission, however I will not entertain any long-term Dom/sub or Master/slave et all scenarios.

That does not mean my characters will not display sexual dominance, and that I have no interest in BDSM practices; it's purely that the submissive side of that relationship dynamic bores me to tears, as my intellectual and carnal interest, which extends to my preferences for fictional characters in both consensual and non-consensual contexts, is garnered by independent women who possess a desire for autonomy and natural inclination to act of their own volition.
In line with that last sentence, I will not portray male characters who are drawn to a woman for no other reason than she's female and breathing, opposite a female character who brings no motivations, goals, intent, purpose, and sexual agency of her own, to a scene, and/or creatively one-sided stories, driven entirely by the male characters motives, with a premise centred entirely around his agenda for the female.

Having stated the above  - something I felt needed to clarified, as what I have antipathy towards are, by far, the most commonly requested dynamics on here -  a little about what I do like!

Although I  have a slight preference for psychologically dark stories, I'm more than a one-trick pony, and  crave diversity over all else. My characters (and associated themes) can range from the portrayal of brutal rapists and sadistic serial-killers, without empathy or remorse, to cocky, flirtatious small-time thieves, manipulative porn producers, or playful familial rivals, as the Three 'Bears' in a re-telling of Goldilocks, and many points in-between. I'm here to write a variety of personalities and themes, generally preferring modern settings, but potentially open to others, such as historical or light fantasy, as long as any concentration on that aspect of the plot doesn't detract from the importance of character development and dynamics. The latter being, in any story, where my main interest lies.

Whilst I am looking for erotic stories, centred around a sexual dynamic(s)/premise(s),, that is not synonymous with wanting them to be 'smut-driven'.  In that regard, the majority of my stories tend to be around an 70/80-30/20 story-to-sex ratio,  as I find scenes that contain little but copious amounts of 'he thrusts/she moans' sex, lack depth, and swiftly become tedious to both read and write. It's the character interaction, buildup, foreplay, tension, and psychology of a sexual scenario that interests me as much, if not more, than the physical act.  An intrinsically sexual, driven by character motivation, plot with smut, rather than a lot of smut with minimal plot. I also like my stories with spice, so a little (or a lot) of kink and/or taboo adds to the fun.

As for specific plots, although I do have a few below, I'm fine if none of those are your particular cup of tea, as a lot of my most successful long-term collaborations have come about with those who weren't interested in any of my plots, or me in theirs, to begin with, but where our overall preferences were compatible, and we thought we could still mesh as writing partners! Therefore, I prioritise finding those potentially compatible partners with whom I can, in collaboration, develop something unique, or rework a basic concept, tailored to our individual tastes, over deciding upfront on any set plot. My plotting creativity also kicks up a few gears when I have someone to bounce off.

 My posts are usually in the 500 - 1000 words range, and I write on thread - no IM/PM/Email, sorry - preferring slower paced replies from both sides, with a substantive response around once or twice a week and no concerns if it's less often than that; as long as OoC communication is maintained, I'm good with extremely relaxed posting rates. To commit myself to more, or receiving super-rapid replies, places too much stress on my poor little brain due to me working full-time, and my time zone likely being much different from most others. Long-term over short term.

OOC Communication - I keep my 'real-life' and my roleplay life separate, however OoC banter and causally getting to know my partner is a must. Roleplaying is a collaborative endeavour, and I prefer to expend my creative energies on those I can share a friendly chat and a joke with. I never have, and never will, drop a roleplay without first discussing it with my partner, and have very rarely had it happen to me.

Kinks and Anti-Kinks

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*Intelligent and independent-minded females; my biggest kink, by far
*Good dialogue, banter, humour, a battle of wits
*Provocation/Power plays
*Non-Con/Rough seduction leading to consent
*Force/manipulation (psychological/verbal)
*Force/Rape - meaning no compassion, no remorse
* BDSM (Just because I have no interest in the Dom/Sub relationship dynamic doesn't mean I have no interest in BDSM practices, although I will quickly become bored if this is the only sexual component to a story
*Dangerous and/or taboo situations
*Public Sex
*Ménage à trois/Threesomes (I enjoy playing multiple characters with differing personalities)
*Age play - but only with intellectually mature characters
*Foreplay/Buildup/Sexual tension
*Multiple partners/gangbangs (forced or mutual)
*OOC Chat - I'm not after your life story but friendly banter, and ability to have a chat and a laugh with my partner is a must
*Pretty much anything else that isn’t on my ‘Things I’m not into list’. I also have an f-list:

Things I’m not into:

*Tentacles and Non-humanoid
*Typical 'Master/Slave' and/or 'Dom/Sub' pairings - way too cliché and overdone. I was bored of them even before Shades of Grey was released
*Willing subservience
*Passive/weak women (for the same reasons you don't like passive/weak men)
*'Asexual' female characters - meaning those incapable of displaying/taking any sexual initiative

Overarching Themes I enjoy:

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Some of the themes, which can be used in many settings and with many character types are:

The corruption of an innocent,
a taboo relationship (cheating/ageplay/power imbalance, etc),
dangerous lust,
betrayal of trust
a first-time experience (be it multiple partners, exhibitionism, voyeurism, or other),
an uppity female being 'put in her place',
manipulation and humiliation,
an arrogant male learning a lesson in humility,
a woman in a situation of utter helplessness,
a proud wo(man) stripped, both literally and figuratively, of his/her dignity,
and many more


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I could list a million pairings here but as there's infinite ways to play any pairing, I really don't see the point. I prefer to figure out what we want to write a story about (is it incest, cheating, corruption, rape, seduction?) first,  then develop/decide on characters who best suit the theme. As long as it doesn't conflict with my dislikes, it's a pretty safe bet to assume I'm open to it. But, for those of you who just can't live without any at all:

Obsessive Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Older Jock/Younger girl
Work colleagues
Incest - Not really a kink of mine but, if it is yours, I'm good with it

If you have a particular pairing you're craving, let me know, I can usually find a way to work them into a plot.
« Last Edit: December 05, 2016, 10:27:18 PM by Mr Quixotic »

Online Mr QuixoticTopic starter

Re: Mr Quixotic's Request Thread (Work In Progress)
« Reply #1 on: June 26, 2015, 02:22:12 AM »
Disclaimer: In all honesty, I'm crap at coming up with plots from a blank slate -refer to notes on plotting below -, and I what have here is only random thoughts. If you have a particular craving/kink in mind that you think fits in with the overall theme of my thread, don't hesitate to throw it at me, all I can do is say no.


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Hypothetical (Crappy working title, but hey!)

A base idea that's been in my head for a while that I'd like some help to flesh out.

My character, a rapist, out of pure mischief decides that he requires psychological treatment to help resolve his anger issues. Very selective about who he'd bear his soul to, she'd need to be female, and attractive. Not one to easily trust, he doesn't intend to reveal all immediately, or admit to any actual crimes, even if she is bound by patient confidentiality, but to keep it all hypothetical. And if the Doctor happen to become aroused by what he hypothetically could have done to these women, that's her issue.

So, is he telling the truth, or lying? To get into his mind, and discover that answer, in order to be able to help, she'll need have him explain everything in exquisite detail, and, perhaps, perform physical demonstrations. All in the name of medicine, or course. Just how was the victim kneeling, and were he hands tied behind her back, or in front, and with what? Was she screaming, crying or begging when he raped her? Is that position even possible?

I imagine this as a fun game of cat-and-mouse, both of them knowing the truth, and that the other does as well, but continuing to couching it all in hypothetical terms, at least the beginning, with a lot of buildup, 'teasing' and 'foreplay,' as the talk/actions become incrementally more intense. However, it requires more than just counseling sessions and interaction between Doctor and Client, so am looking to add another over-arching plot element.

Does she become a partner in his crimes, enjoying watching him rape other women? Is she married, with a boring sex-life, and her relationship with her husband change as her demands for him to become increasingly sexually rougher and more violent , grow stronger? Does she step outside the relationship, putting herself in dangerous situations, and risking her marriage, career and reputation, to sate her new desires? A combination of all, or something else entirely?

Good Guy Lucifer

I've had a vague idea I've mentioned to a few people about writing a story inspired by the 'Good Guy Lucifer' Memes, whereas Satan is the misunderstood, good guy, and God, the Evil one who, by virtue of having her book published first, claimed all of the credit for being 'Good'. I'd envisage it as a parody, with a female God, but as far as fleshing out a greater story, I've a few ideas, but am finding them hard to coalesce in my mind.

Possibly Satan and God are a couple, having trouble with their sexually precocious teenage daughter, Eve, and wayward adopted son, Jesus, with every earthquake, tornado and  tsunami, a result of marital bickering, and a 'Just because we're married, you can't tell me what to do' attitude from God, met with a "I think we need counseling, honey, you've just killed another three-hundred-thousand people," one from her husband.  Of course, would also like to throw a solid overarching story-line in there as well.

Edit: One other thing that attracts me in this idea is that, with the concept of God being eternal and omnipresent, time-lines and location wouldn't matter. We could move from the present day in one post, to God, in a fit of pique, flooding the Earth in the next, then onto Samson and Delilah, or Sodom and Gomorrah, soon after, potentially playing the characters out, and putting our own unique spin on each scenario. Ah, this is what I mean about my brain getting ahead of me with possibilities, there's now about a gazillion different ideas rattling around, unchecked, in my head, and how they could all fit together.

The Reincarnation of Peter Proud

Supernatural isn't usually my forte, but this was a book I pinched off my parents and read when I was about thirteen and for some reason, it's always stuck with me.

From Amazon:

"Dr. Peter Proud’s ordinary life as a professor in California is threatened by recurrent dreams that all end the same: with his murder in a lake at night by a mysterious woman named Marcia. These dreams—which he comes to believe may be flashbacks from a previous life—become so disturbing that he seeks answers from a sleep researcher, a clairvoyant, and an expert in psychic phenomena in order to recover his past. But he soon discovers a new dimension to his dilemma while watching a television show called “America, Past and Present”—and realizes the show is set in the town in his dreams.

He travels to Springfield, Massachusetts, and comes face to face with the woman from his nightmares. The woman, Marcia Curtis, is shocked to see in Peter personality traits and characteristics that precisely recall those of her dead husband, Jeff, including his voice. Peter meets and falls in love with Marcia’s daughter, Ann, just as Marcia realizes that he is a reincarnation of Jeff. Will a second tragedy occur just as Peter is about to unravel the mystery behind his dreams?"

Though, probably not the same precise storyline as the novel, I think the premise could make for an interesting collaboration.

The Intern

Also, something with Political Intrigue, and an intern who's more than she appears to be; sent to sexually entrap a Senator for Political gain, however receives more than she bargains for. Could be dark, as in revenge/consequences for the Intern, or turn into them working together towards a greater purpose.

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Would like to do a coercion/blackmail roleplay where a female 'victim' is complicit in her own corruption. Basic concept that comes to mind is a daughter/wife of a well-known businessman, bored with her safe life, or disciplinarian upbringing, escapes for an evening of excitement, leading to her, of her own volition, hooking up with the 'wrong guy'; a drug dealer/criminal, or the like, who, on discovering her identity, sets out to extort her for sexual favours, and possibly as a drug-runner. The point of difference being, rather then a hatred or the situation, the female character would be aroused by it, with any 'resistance' not real, but used as a self-justification for her to enter (and pro-actively place herself) into increasingly depraved and dangerous situations. Thinking the scenario would jump between that relationship, and the one with her Father/Husband, where she'd need to maintain her 'good-girl' persona, and keep her secret life hidden.

The Betrayal

He’d managed to conceal it his entire life, to hide it from those who would try to change or 'help' him. Sure, some had their suspicions, but it was nothing they could put their finger on, nothing which could be proven – he'd never allow that to happen.

Some knew more than others, of course; the ones he'd hurt before and a couple of his friends. Friends? Maybe acolytes was a better word, 'friends' implied that he was capable of caring for someone other than himself. It wasn't like they'd tell anyone though, the acolytes reaped the benefits, and the others? Well, they'd seen what he was capable of.

Still even then, they didn’t really know, not the whole truth. That underneath the charming, intelligent and friendly exterior there lay a true sociopath, totally incapable of remorse or empathy; one whose sole pleasure in life came from the pain of others, who could only feel true emotion through their suffering.

From the moment he saw her, he knew. She was just another victim, another toy to play with. He’d charm, befriend, manipulate and isolate her, until, in the end, he was the only one she could depend upon, the only one she could trust and, in return, he'd be the only one who cared for her. And once she trusted him, completely, he'd betray her.

They had yet to speak, but he knew how it would be, it would be as it was before. He closed his eyes and the images ran through his mind, as if  watching a silent movie. He could see the look of pain and disbelief on her face; the dawning realisation that this is what he'd always wanted. Although there was no sound, he knew through her wide open mouth she would be screaming and begging for him to make it stop, pleading for it not to be true.

And he'd watch, and he'd laugh and he'd mock, as his friends systematically used and violated her and her mind and body were broken, but most of all he would feel. Her emotions and her pain would be his emotions, his pain, and for that fleeting moment in time at least, he'd be able to feel something.

(Looking for a particular dynamic in this, in that not a female 'victim' type, but a normal, girl-next-door, and for the relationship to include consensual, 'enjoyable' sex, initiated by either/both parties, as subtle manipulation occurs behind her back, leading to a brutal, non-consensual coup de gras.)

The Girl-Next-Door

“Models (female), 18-19, required for catalogue, website and private photo shoots. Great hourly rate and flexible conditions with a reputable company. Afternoons, weekends, or evening work available. Perfect opportunity for college students, all welcome to apply. No nudity required. Contact Connor on ..............."

That was the advertisement thirty-three year old Connor Adams had placed in local newspapers and on the college community boards a week ago and as far as he was concerned, it spoke the truth. His company, Girl Next Door Productions, was reputable - within the pornography industry - and nudity wasn’t a requirement. Not, that was, unless you wanted regular work and the ability to earn ten times as much as you could flipping burgers in a fast-food joint. A small fish in a big pond, Connor planned to become a shark.

The films the larger porn production company's made, and the girls they used - pretend 'teenagers' with bleached blonde hair, pierced lips, noses and eyebrows, tramp-stamps, and the most incredibly fake orgasms he'd ever witnessed -. were all too similar, and no longer offered the public anything they hadn't seen a thousand times before, so he'd come up with a new idea. The girl-next-door. A barely legal,, articulate and personable young woman with a bright future ahead; one who Father's would be proud to claim as a daughter, and Mother's to think of as a son's future bride.

And once he found that Girl-Next-Door, he'd take those Mothers and Fathers, along with brothers, sisters, friends, lovers and peers, on an ever intensifying journey; able to watch every minute of the once normal teenage girl's life as she was transformed into an Internet sensation, and filthy, depraved, insatiable, cock-craving whore. There, but for the grace of God, goes my daughter. It was a sure-fire winner.

If, deep down, she desired what he offered, so much the better. Now he just had to find her.

The Proposition

She's an eighteen year high-school senior, near graduation and looking forward to moving to a new state to attend college after the Holiday's, and beginning her quest for independence. Attractive, but not stunningly gorgeous, neither a virgin or a slut, she's your typical, studious, girl-next door. He's an elder man, around thirty or so, and handsome enough, who approaches her outside the school gates with a proposition.

One night, $5,000 an hour, and all she needs do is to entertain he and some high-flying business colleagues for the evening at his mansion. A chance to let her hair down; in total confidence, without judgement; and experience something many woman fantasise about. It will be her secret to keep forever, and she's free to leave at any time with the money earned;  however a further $100,000 will be paid if she stays until morning. Enough to ensure she'll be able to be concentrate on her studies, and enjoy College life, without the need to work.

A once in a lifetime offer, and it's only one night.

The Businessman and the Stripper

He frequented the clubs, not because of the women, well girls really, dancing naked up on the stage. He did it, because, since Amy died and his wife had left there wasn't really much else. At least it took his mind of things for a while. That and his job, it helped keep the anger at bay.

From the moment he saw her, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Not in a lustful way, or not that he recognised as such. It was her looks, her smile, her youth, how she reminded him of his daughter. He had  the money, he might be able to help her. To help her leave that dirty business, to find something else, to maybe even to go to College.

She was young, and she stripped for a living. It was as simple as that. She got naked for strange men, and she loved it. She loved the attention, the admiring glances, the money, the fact that all those men wanted to touch have her. Who would want to work their ass off eight hours a day at minimum wage when they could do this?

All he wants to do is help her, all she wants is what's in his wallet. Who'll win this little game of manipulation. And what will become of the loser?

The man of her nightmares:

She'd met him at a college party. She hadn't really wanted to go, but her friends teased her and told her she'd never meet a guy if she never went out. So in the end she went, and was glad she did.

He was a little older, maybe too old to be there, but she didn't care. He was different from the other 'boys', the ones who just wanted to get her drunk and sleep with her. He was mature and funny and charming and made her feel good.

Still, she couldn't help wondering, out of all the girls at the party, why would he be interested in her? Not that she wasn't attractive, she was. She was just a little shy and didn't show off her body or act slutty like the others.

Why her?

(Closed for now)

The Tease

She was known as the Tease, but that's he what he always called a woman who refused to sleep with him, but in this case he was right. She knew she was attractive, and she loved to flaunt and taunt. Usually, he'd take things into his own hands, but this time there was a problem. She just happened to be his boss. If only he could find a way to turn the tables, what with the business convention coming up and all. The entertainment at those things was always so boring, he'd love for her to become the main attraction.

Partners In Depravity

Our own take on the Ian Brady/Myra Hindley serial killer partnership.  The relationship between the two of them, and how they become a partnership, as well as their depraved acts. Would require a female partner to play as a joint protagonist with my character. I have a concept of this being a group roleplay - initially commencing as a 'one-on-one', where the relationship is developed between the two main characters, then opening it up to others (one at a time) to join in and play as one of their 'victims'.

Internet Killers

He was a thirty-something security consultant, highly intelligent and  respected by his peers. She was a twenty-something college student, bright and attractive, your typical girl next door. He was a closet psychopath. She had a dangerous kink. He fantasised about raping, torturing and killing young women. She got off to seeing others in pain. They met in an underground chat-room. She issued him a challenge. Did he have the balls, or was he all talk? That was how it began.

  I'm in the mood to unleash my dark side, and write something violent, misogynistic, and depraved. Whilst I expect the interactions between the two main characters to, at times, be mentally and physically violent, both sexually and non-sexually, I am looking for a fellow protagonist, not a 'Villain/Victim' relationship. Not for the squeamish, I envisage this being  a Richard Laymon-esque serial killer/slasher movie parody,  along the lines of 'Natural Born Killers', on steroids, but with more character development/plot, and quite an amount of dark humour. Depraved, but fun, and light-hearted at times. Many kinks and acts of perversion are on the table in service of the story, depending on limits. I've a lot of ideas of where it could go, and how it could work, and am open to suggestions.

Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears'

Goldilocks has came of age, and in her desperation to escape the evil clutches of her widowed Step-father, and his plans of betrothal - to him - she leaves her cottage in the dead of night. Tired and hungry, she breaks into an empty house, usually occupied by a Father and his two son’s, the Bears. On her discovery, and on hearing the story of the young woman, a plan is hatched to keep young Goldie on as a household maid. From there, begins a tale of sexual initiation, and high-adventure, as the four protagonists undertake a perilous quest to save all those other Fairy-Tale characters in need. (I have lots of ideas for this, and am looking to include as many Fairy-Tales as we can, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella, Snow White, Jack and the Beanstalk, Rapunzel, and Little Red Riding Hood, just to name a few. There's also a lot of scope for both writers to play multiple characters, and for any number of sexual situations and kinks, as we take detours into the other character's stories).

Snow White and the Seven Perverts

The concept I have is for a long-term play, with separate chapters based/themed on the name of each dwarf. Bear in mind that what's below is just a rough draft. If anyone is interested, I'm sure we could brainstorm, and tailor it to better match both of our kinks.  Of course the chapter order isn't set either. Because I've been asked when I had this idea up before, my original idea to play the perverts as normal sized males, but hey, if you really want dwarfs, I'm amenable to it.


Chapter 1 –Sleepy, anything but a prince
Snow White awakes to receive her first inkling that the Evil Queen may not be so bad after all

Chapter 2 – Doctor, Doctor
Snow White is instructed on the rules of the house and prescribed her medicine 

Chapter 3 – Snow White gets Grumpy
Snow White discovers what happens when she disobeys the rules

Chapter 4 – A Dopey Night in
                  Drugs work better than chains

Chapter 5 - Happy times
                Snow White receives a reward

Chapter 6 - A Bashful excursion
                Snow White entertains at the local tavern (It could also be a bashful/shy 'dwarf', where Snow White takes control of the situation)

Chapter 7 –Sneezy shares Snow White  (and Snow White!)
                 A cocaine-fuelled night of debauchery, and sharing

Plot bunnies

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*A college student gains an internship at a Law Firm to take revenge on her sisters abusive ex boyfriend, except she gets more than she bargained for.

*A female 'Mata Hari' type character, is sent into foreign territory to gain/seduce information from a foreign army general/politician. What happens when her motivations are discovered?

*A college student/work colleague with a grudge sets out to have sex with her Professor/Employer, in order to film it and ruin his career and marriage. After she succeeds there's only one thing left for him to live for. Revenge.

*A college jock and his friend/s use a younger girls crush to take advantage of her (thinking of a manipulation/seduction first-time threesome or more-some scenario for this one)

*A new girlfriend becomes the centre of a tug-of-war between two old friend. (seduction/consensual, but could go many other ways)

*College student is blackmailed and turned into a whore for her Dean's voyeuristic pleasure (pretty much as it says - mental more than physical force)

Some notes on plotting:

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Being able to fully fleshed-out plots, or seeing others on threads that immediately spark my interest enough to approach, is not something that really works for me. A lot of that is down to me being a totally global thinker/learner, as opposed to linear or sequential, where my thought-process tends to differ from the majority. Without context, gained through communication, there's too many possible variables in regards to what overarching themes/dynamics the other is looking for the story to include, for me to gain a full comprehension, and make an informed decision on if we're on the same page.

Context is everything to me, and I really need to determine, in conjunction with a partner, what we're looking to write 'about' first, to not only gauge overall compatibility, but also to allow details in regards to what settings, characters and pairings would best suit the story/theme, to fall into place. In that sense, I generally like to develop a broad synopsis, such as a blurb you'd find on the back of the book first, then backfill from there. Attempting to work forward from a bare outline, pairing, starter post, or open-ended plots, without defined goals, purpose or direction (which can change naturally and morph into something completely different as the story progresses) causes my mind to remain in a state of perpetual motion, so consumed by the infinite possibilities, that it can't settle on any particular one.

My preference is to first open up the lines of communication with potentially compatible partners, with compatible overall preferences, and then discuss plot, as I think finding someone that you believe you'd work well together with, is the basis of a good long-term writing partnership, and once you have that, plots that one may already have an interest in writing can be tweaked to better suit both tastes, or an original scene developed anew, off the back of it.

Below are some examples of what I'm referring to in regards to more of a 'blurb', and what then enables my plotting creativity to kick into gear. These are plots I have played, or am currently playing, on BMR, so not particularly looking for partners for them now, however may possibly be open to taking up the same broad theme again on some. 


After being viciously raped and beaten by a small-town Sheriff's son, watched on by three of his friends, then having her accusations summarily dismissed, a devastated woman meets up with a damaged ex-army veteran, who kills to soothe his own emotional pain. A sweet romantic relationship forms between the duo as they embark on a murder-spree, together vowing to 'rid the world of its immoral scum,' and exact brutal revenge on her assailants, and those who stood by and did nothing.

Not So Snow White - A Parody

Jealousy is a curse. The Evil Queen, never one to accept second place, sets out to embarrass her daughter, and have her become the campus whore. Just think of all the money she can make. Luckily, she can keep her hands clean, and stay out of trouble, by having the Huntsman, Dean Hunter Forsythe, do the dirty work for her.

The Huntsman, left with no choice but to agree, decides to turn it to his own advantage, and have Snow sleep with 'specially selected' customers, and obtain the information he needs that will allow him to take over, and control, the Campus drug trade.

Snow will have to work her way up to the top of the food chain. In the mean-time she and the Huntsman will need to deal with Prince trying to befriend her, Bashful being lonely, and Grumpy stirring up trouble.

The Heiress and the Hacker

A man's attempt to reconnect with his adolescent love is complicated by class differences, the hatred of her wealthy Father, and his Head of Security's uncovering of the renewed relationship, who'll use that information for his own ends. Can they find a way to use their own discovery of her Father's secret perversions against him, so that they can be free, or will it all come crashing down around them?

A Royal Catastrophe

When the entire known British Royal Family (along with Elton John and Justin Beiber) is wiped out in a catastrophic catering accident at the wedding of Prince Harry, a war-mongering, Russian mob boss is next in line for the throne. That is, until the discovery of a possible descendant of a child borne by the, apparently mis-nomered, 'Virgin' Queen Elizabeth 1, living in America.

Now all Ben Roberts, MI6 special agent, needs to do is get Schuyler Lassiter to England for DNA testing, whilst being chased by the police and FBI, and avoiding the Russian Mob and rogue British agents who want her dead.

The Road To Fame

Set in the 1960's, an intentionally cliche-ridden, fun romp about the (mis)adventures of a small-time thief, on the run from the Law in his home state, and a down-on-her-luck Nightclub singer, intent on making her fame and fortune in Vegas, who team up and embark on a petty-crime spree throughout Nevada.

Unholy Conspiracy

In a Christian safe-house for women eighteen and up, residents are being systematically abused by those they've been raised to believe of as 'Men of God', whose words cannot be questioned, and where, contained in those words, the threat of Hell is ever present.

These safe-houses, dotted around the country, are condoned, even encouraged, at the higher levels of the church hierarchy. After all, if it's going to happen, best it happen to the 'dregs of society' rather than 'respectable' parishioners, whose claims of clerical abuse are more likely to be believed, and attract media attention. They've already had enough of that.

Pimped out, sold off, raped, abused, degraded, forced into pornography, and exchanged for political favours, the residents are trapped with nowhere to run, and no-one to trust; they don't dare. Except for one. Can she, in collusion with an Investigative journalist, bring the unholy mess to an end or will those in power discover the treachery, and like others before them, the duo simply be made to vanish into thin air?

Internet Killers

A psychopathic, sadistic serial-killer meets a woman on the dark web, who is aroused by the suffering of others, and, together they form a depraved, antagonistic partnership, involving rape, torture and murder.

Farewell, My Lovely

A happily married husband and wife's relationship is forever changed when a stalker, who first toys with his female victims from afar before ultimately raping and leaving them for dead, ups the stakes, and selects a couple as his next target.

Goldilocks and the Three 'Bears'

A take on the classic Fairy-Tale, where, after having broken into the Bear's residence, Goldilocks is rescued from the clutches of her evil Stepfather, and moves in with the Bear's, where she needs to deal with competitive sibling rivalry for her attentions, and the boy's quest for adventure.

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Internet Killers

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Norris' lips curled up into a tight smile as he led her towards the vehicle. "Yes, Juvenile, though it's to be expected, considering you're a dyke, and lack experience with men. Vulgar is our natural state." As to her question of whether it had turned him on, the rapist left that unanswered, aware of the conflict between any denial, and the erection he sported. Though that was mostly a product of his anticipation of the night's events, Pete wasn't about to provide Ms Helm with ammunition to call him a liar; that concern forgotten when his mind was distracted by rare misgivings.

He'd taken his previous victims in isolated areas, the first snatched off the side of the road, the second, followed down a dark, empty alley, and Whitney, alone in her own house, and the current plan caused Pete's skin to crawl with nervous tension. To hunt for prey in a crowded club was a different situation entirely, and he debated whether he should have issued Analise this particular challenge. Whilst arrogance and confidence left him in no doubt that he'd be able to recognise the moment she began to prove herself incapable, and allow him to withdraw before it was too late, what would that mean for their partnership?

For, despite his threats to carve her up, and nail the woman's tits to his apartment wall, those were threats he didn't wish to be forced to follow through with. A living witness to his crimes was what he'd craved since he'd first begun to browse the dark-web, enhanced, and brought to possible reality by their meeting. A brief thought to locate an easier target had crossed his mind, however, he'd dismissed it, and decided this evening it was to be all or nothing. If Analise displayed the figurative balls to lure a victim in full view of a crowd to her certain and painful death, without hesitation and drawing unwanted attention, then she'd surely be capable of all else, and he could put further concerns to rest. One night, one chance to fully prove herself. Or not.

"Your, look-at-me, I'm not scared of being gutted like a fish, ego." The tension departed Pete when they entered the car which, like the man, was clean and organised, including the cache of perfectly legal hunting equipment and camping paraphernalia stored in the trunk. Out of sight and earshot of prying eyes and ears, he took the opportunity to enjoy Analise's company, barely speaking as she issued directions. That was until her hand landed on his thigh, adjacent to the hard-on encased in tight denim.

Glancing at her, he placed his hand over hers, and dragged her fingers over the fabric outlining the full length of his erect cock. "I hope you do better with women than you do men, Analise. What I really can't figure out is if you're putting on an act, or if you're honestly too fucking stupid to believe I wouldn't kill you in a heartbeat." Smiling, the man paid her a rare compliment. "I don't think you're stupid, in fact quite the opposite. However, remember one thing, your seduction games won't work on me as I'm not turned on by women who want their brains screwed out. Only those who don't." Peter gripped her wrist to tug her touch away but, simultaneously instructing him to take a right, she beat him to it. "

As the turn brought them close to their destination, Pete's shoulders stiffened, his body straightened, and blue eyes scanned the flashing neon signs of the clubs, and the throng of customers headed towards them in hopes of an evening to remember. For one, in particular, it certainly would be, but only if there was afterlife in which to recall the events.

The killer spoke in a whisper as he drove into a parking lot, switching the headlights and ignition off when he turned into a space at the very rear, under a broken lamp, and focused his intense gaze on Analise. "One of them?" Inclining his head towards a group of twenty-something women, dressed to nine's in their club outfits, tight bodies on display underneath, and make-up enhancing their attractive features, Pete appraised them for a few moments, before his eyes flicked to a second group of women. "Or one of them?"

Eyes returning his companion,  Norris raised a questioning brow. "How does it feel, honey? Knowing that, by the end of the night, an innocent girl you've never met is going to be dead. Gone forever, her friends and loving parents devastated, any potential she possessed, gone with her. She could have  have been the one to develop a cure for cancer, foil a terrorist attack, stop a school shooter,  but we'll never know, will we? Because, in a few hours time,  she'll be nothing but a raped, ravaged, piece of lifeless human flesh, left to rot and be devoured by wild animals, and that will be your doing."

Unlatching his seatbelt,  and opening the drivers side door, the killer's pupils shone bright with evil intent when he stepped out, and peered back in at his companion. "Ready to play God, Analise?"

Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears'

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The weasel shook like a leaf in Papa Bear's grasp, and his head bobbed up and down in agreement as Rupert whispered in his ear, and explained the way things were to be. It was easy to order a young woman around, but not such a simple task when faced with a man your own age, and twice your size. Jacob Slint was receiving an idea of how poor Goldilock's must have been made to feel, and it was obvious the man didn't enjoy it.
However, unlike Goldie, who'd mustered up the courage to defend herself, and denied being his possession - which had only furthered the Patriarch's admiration for the young woman - Jacob offered no resistance. Though Papa's words were rough, and so was the grip by which he held Slint, he was a gentle soul underneath, and had no intentions of maiming the man - if he even deserved to be thought of as such. He wasn't  one to cause hurt for hurt's sake, though that wasn't to say that putting the frighteners through Mr Slint didn't bring him any satisfaction. The wink and sly grin he shot the boys as they entered the house attested to that.
Walter and Edmund reached the door at the same time, and each emitted an 'oomph', as they became stuck half-in, half-out, of the entrance in their combined rush to be first. It took a few seconds for them to untangle their limbs from the others, with Edmund, the eldest, and strongest, gaining the advantage. He arrived at the room where Goldie was just in time to see the undergarments she held being slipped into the trunk. His eyes followed the movement of the lacy material, and he opened to his mouth to comment, but that turned into another 'oomph, as he felt an elbow dig into his ribs. He tilted his head, and the look on Walt's face, and way he appraised Goldie made it obvious that his sibling had noticed the same as he. The elder boy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, as if to scold his younger brother for an obvious lack of maturity, and moved further into the room. Just as she clicked shut the trunk, and stood to face them.
"What bath?" Walt's tone was one of confusion, as Edmund moved closer to the young woman.
The shyness with which she had spoken, and the way her cheeks blushed, made the elder boy smile. He completely ignored his sibling's query as he reached out and brushed her elbow with the pads of his fingertips. "Sure, the offer still stands. We'll stop and bathe in the river. That way you won't have to wait until we get all the way home." The images that brought to mind caused Walt to flick his gaze to her chest - the one which contained her clothes, of course, although he was also tempted to glance at the other - , and swallow down the lump which had suddenly formed in his throat, and momentarily forced him to stop talking. He couldn't help but imagine what she wore under the filthy dress. And what, exactly, she'd bathe in.
'What bath?" Walt asked again, but this time his tone contained more annoyance than confusion.
Before he could ask a third time, there came stomps on the floor, and Rupert popped his head through the entrance. He took in the scene, then focused his attention on Goldie. "Your step-father was very reasonable, and we've come to an agreement. You're free to stay with us as long as you want."
"See Goldie, we told you everything would work out. My papa never lies." Edmund's voice was filled with admiration, and he shot her a wide grin. At the same time the fingers which touched her elbow slid down the soft, warm skin of her arm to take hold of her hand. "Let's go".
Walt meanwhile stood there open-mouthed and stared at the two of them. He didn't move an inch as Edmund, with Goldilocks being gently dragged along with him, passed and clapped his younger brother on the shoulder. "Do something useful, and carry her trunk, will you".
Edmund's eyes raised to Papa's. "Goldie asked if we could stop on the way, so that she could bathe in the river. I told her we could, now that everything is okay. We can't make her walk all the way home as she is." That wasn't precisely what she'd said, but Edmund thought phrasing it as such would make it more difficult for Goldie to resist his  plan. And, his plan it was. He had no intention of asking his Father or brother to join in the fun. In fact, he hoped they could be convinced to continue the journey home whilst he spent the night by the river, 'bathing' with their new house-guest.
It wasn't until they'd almost made it to where Papa stood that he realised, in his enthusiasm, he hadn't even given a Goldie a chance to respond, or to see if she was ready to leave. He stopped so abruptly, that he stumbled, and his expression was one of nerves, and apology as his eyes came to rest on hers. "I mean, that's if you have everything you need, and you're ready?"
Papa chuckled at one son's actions as he watched another collect Goldie's trunk, and place it over one shoulder. Walt's pupils narrowed at his brother, and the look said that whatever Edmund had in mind,  he wasn't to be allowed to get away with it. Not if Walt had any say in the matter.
"Are you ready, Goldie?" The Patriarch stepped inside to give her shoulder a reassuring pat. "If so, just follow me, your Step-Father won't cause us any trouble."

I've Come To Stare. You Want Me To Stare?

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Jensen could feel it. The adrenaline surging through his body, and the power. That sensation of having control and adulation. Ever since he was a child, he'd been the one to talk loudest, do the daring and dangerous stunts, and take risks that the other kids wouldn't. All to impress, and be the centre of attention. That's why he'd eventually gotten into the club scene. So that he could have a bevy of gorgeous young women at his beck and call. Women who would follow his orders and do whatever he wished. Women who feared him, and his power. As much as he'd wanted Jinx, cared for her and, in his own way, even loved her, those emotions weren't strong enough to over-ride his need to be the man. One who demanded respect and subservience from those beneath him.

And the slut had disrespected him by spreading her legs for Parker Kane. Now she was to face the consequences. This wasn't only about Jinx, but also every other dancer in the club, and any who may work there in the future. They'd hear the story, they'd hear what he'd done. How he'd fucked a virgin stripper in full view of the audience, and ripped away what was precious to her, simply because she had disobeyed his wishes. No-one would dare do that again. No-one. Sacrificing Jinx to ensure that happened was a hefty price to pay, but Jensen had no choice. His pride demanded it be paid.

His erection grew as he pulled her head up by the hair, and saw the knowledge in her expression, that yes, he was going to go through with it. Jensen was going to make her suck his cock, and then he was going to fuck her. Right here, in full view of a hundred screaming and cheering men, all of whom would be wishing they could be in his place. He'd never experienced what it was like to perform on stage, as the girls did, removing their clothes in front of adoring customers, but he began to sense a little of how it must feel. He was the centre of attention, like he'd hadn't been in years, and he realised why some of the girls kept coming back. Why they became addicted to performing, and couldn't give the game away.

Like the whore on her knees in front of him who, at that moment, had no idea that after he humiliated her, he'd rip away the opportunity to keep feeding her addiction as well. He knew every club owner in the city, and none of them would dare employ her without his approval. After he threw her out on the street, she wouldn't be dancing again. Not for hundreds of fawning, pussy-whipped men. Men who screamed for her attention, and showered her with money and gifts. Men whose glazed eyes evidenced how much they wanted her. How much they needed her. After tonight, the bitch would have to go cold turkey, and Jensen wasn't sure which would hurt most. That, or the humiliation he was about to put her through.

Although he'd wanted to ravage Jinx for so long, this moment wasn't so much about the sex, and feeling her tight, no-longer-virgin pussy clamped around his cock, than it was about revenge. "That's right Jinx, after this it will be different. You have no fucking idea". Raimi spat the words out, then gasped as he tugged her head forward and her tongue slid up his shaft. His eyes narrowed, and darkened. "Suck it, slut", He didn't give her a chance to refuse as he thrust his hips forward, and slammed his entire length in her mouth.

The next fifteen minutes were a blur. Afterwards, Jensen Raimi would have no real memory of the detail. Just snippets here and there; the cacophony of noise; every bouncer in the club lined up at the front of the stage to stop it from being stormed; grown men, in business suits and ties, jeering like rowdy children watching a school yard fight. He would later recall how his hand ripped at her hair, and his balls slapped her chin as he fucked her mouth. That, from somewhere, a table from the floor had been thrown on the stage, and a chant had gone up from the crowd, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her". That he'd slammed Jinx face-down on the table, and fucked her without mercy, and left scratches on her skin and bruises on her thighs.

It was only when he'd released his seed deep inside her, and his breath slowed, that the arena came back into focus. Men stood and applauded as he placed one hand on Jinx's head, and shoved her cheek down onto the cold wood, so that he could withdraw his cock and move to his feet. The crowd quietened. With the young stripper splayed out, face-down, her skin bruised and marked, and cum leaking from her pussy, Jensen whispered. "Goodbye Jinx"

Then he raised his voice, and motioned to the security staff. "Get the bitch out of here, and make sure she never comes back".

The club owner didn't even so much as glance over his shoulder as he walked back to the office, and two muscled bouncers - four times Jinx's size - each grabbed an arm, and dragged her away. "You heard the boss". The audience parted like the Red Sea to allow them through, and thirty seconds later Jinx was thrown out onto the street, the club doors slammed shut behind her.

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As Richard's nails scraped Lexi's body, teeth bit and nipped skin, fingers tugged hair, and he fucked her without abandon, the man's mind was in another place. With his head dipped, he couldn't see Lexi's expression, but the manner in which she squealed and tightened her legs around him indicated that she enjoyed the roughness, and possibly desired to be fucked, not made love to, as badly as he desired to fuck her. There was nothing gentle about it, or his urgent pants and moans. When he came, Richard's hips thrashed against hers, and the hand on her ass pulled her as close as it could; the synchronicity of their orgasms something rarely achieved. It was meant to be. As were they.

The release brought him back to earth, and still twitching and gasping, hair matted with sweat, and both hands planted on her ass, he finally managed to meet Lexi's gaze. Momentarily he tensed, for he'd never previously taken her in that manner; never would have dared in his youth;  and he wondered how she'd perceive the change in him. That Richard had become more hardened, both in his lovemaking, and outside of it. He'd been aware of her body's arousal, but what did Lexi think? Her giggle, and the look on Alexandra's flushed face, put him immediately at ease, and for the first time in weeks, the laugh that escaped his own lips was natural and unaffected.

"I guess we do have to get to know each other again," he replied with a grin, as he shivered with the feel of her nails raking his skin, and returned the soft kiss. "I may have more surprises in store."  His palm playfully slapped her ass when her legs untangled, and they both stood on their own two feet. In those few moments, everything was perfect; a man and woman, happy in love, together basking in the afterglow of their climaxes, and the outside world of no consequence. It didn't exist. Then Lexi's phone chirped, and reality returned.

The man glanced at it when she spoke, and his hand clenched into a fist by his side. He didn't want Lexi to go, and was certain she felt the same, but there was no choice. He admired her nude body for a few moments; imprinting it in his mind; then nodded. "Why don't you dress, my phone's in the study." Richard straightened his clothes, zipped himself up, and turned to walk to the room which he used for his work. As he collected his cell-phone from the desk and dialled a Taxi, Richard unlocked his safe, and removed the flash drive containing the software they'd spoken of earlier.

"Taxi's on its way." He attempted to keep his tone light as approached her, pressed the drive against her palm, rested the other hand on her waist, and leaned in for a kiss. "Be careful." His gaze drifted down to the panties on the floor, and Richard smiled against her lips. Whether they'd be left deliberately or not, Richard wasn't certain, but he wouldn't be drawing Alexandra's attention to their presence. The smile remained on his face when he pulled back, however the man's eyes contained sadness. "Call me."

That was all he said, and it was all he needed to. There was no point of going over their plan again, or extending the goodbyes, and making her departure any more difficult than it already was. Richard reached up to gently cup Lexi's chin with his palm, ran the pad of his thumb across her lips, then kissed her one last time as the beep of a car-horn was heard from outside. "You'd better leave. Be safe."

Sophie Scott, or as she was becoming known in the Internet Community, 'The Girl Next Door'.

Karl smiled as he clicked on the red x, and closed down the video capture of her original 'modelling interview', with Adam Levine. Then he laughed. The naïve bitch. Granted, Levine had been smooth, and perfectly played off her innocence and girl-next-door looks, but what had she expected? That, as an attractive young woman, she wouldn't be asked to undress, and show herself off, or that the 'photographer' had no desire to fuck her? Not that she hadn't appeared to enjoy it, or the next day, where the idiotic slut had been duped into taking on two men at the same time, and agreed for it to be filmed.

Oh that's right; by then the greedy teenager with dollar signs in her eyes, fantasies of worldwide fame, and promise of more intense orgasms from her experienced new lover, had signed a contract, hadn't she? Sophie really should have read it first.

From what Karl had seen of how Levine operated, he was confident that agreement would be watertight; and ensure the man's plan of transforming the intelligent, personable and normal college-girl into nothing but a depraved, cock-hungry whore, left with no other life options but to be used for the pleasure of men in front of the shocked eyes of the world, would come to fruition. But for the grace of God, it could be their daughter, it could be anyone's daughter, it could be The Girl Next Door. That was the hook, and initial subscriptions to the website were far greater than even Adam could have imagined.

In fact, Karl held no doubts at all about the legality of the contract, or Levine's intentions for the young co-ed. The man himself had confirmed both over the phone when the Head of Security had called to inquire about procuring the girl's services for a night or two. A surprise for Mr Huntington on his upcoming visit to Los Angeles. After some hesitation, and negotiations which involved the offer of a considerable sum of money, Levine had agreed to Karl's proposal; with only one stipulation. That he be allowed to film the entire event.

What the anonymous caller proposed - Karl hadn't revealed on whose behalf he spoke, and Huntington's identity would remain secret -  would see Sophie take another step on her journey, and Levine had been excited by the concept. All that was required to seal the deal was for Adam to email a signed copy of their agreement, and for Karl to transfer the negotiated payment.  Huntington's head of security was very much anticipating the opportunity to be able to sink his cock into the girls hot, young cunt. Or ass. Or mouth. Possibly all three. Just as he anticipated the fun to be had with Alexandria.

He hadn't forgotten about Lexi; no way in hell. Karl hadn't decided yet how to best make use of that morning's discovery, but that was okay; she wasn't going anywhere. The man smiled, and thought the day couldn't have turned out any better as he switched off the computer, stood from his seat, and glanced at his watch. The young lady of the manor should be home shortly. If not, he knew precisely where she could be located.

Not So Snow White -

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Stuart Thomson had viewed a lot of pornography in his young life; a lot; and in each and every one of the video's, the women had revelled in being treated like a piece of meat, and called every name under the sun. Slut, whore, bitch, tramp, hussy and more that he couldn't even recall. From their reactions, and expression on their faces, as the men - often more than one - issued their orders, and forced them to their knees to insult and degrade them, before they then bent them over, whipped their asses, pulled on their hair, and fucked them, cuffed, bound and at the male's complete and utter mercy, it appeared to be every woman's fantasy come true. Those men, to Stuart, were the epitome of what a 'Dom' should be.

 Obviously the poor boy was a little confused, and unaware of the vast difference between Gonzo porn, and a Dominant, or that the women on screen were actresses, and the screaming, writhing orgasms; the likes of which Stuart had never elicited from a girl; were in fact, faked. Luckily for Sofia White, although not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stuart hadn't been denied every last vestige of common sense, and was somewhat cognisant of the possible effects of his own inexperience. He couldn't risk harming Sofia, and having her found unconscious, or worse, in his dorm-room. That would not reflect positively on Delta Tau Chi, and could well see him excommunicated. He'd need to take it carefully, but that wasn't an issue, as she'd stated this wouldn't be their first and last time. There was always the next for both to look forward to.

That he was already on the right track was evidenced by the raven-haired woman's reaction to his authoritative voice when the door clicked behind her, and it elicited a smile from her new 'Dom'. As did her acknowledgement of his importance in the Fraternity hierarchy, and the touch of her fingers which brought goose-bumps to his skin, and a shiver to his spine. "That's right." Stuart's chest puffed out as he followed her gaze to the paddle and handcuffs; the wrist bands the last thing on his mind at that moment; then turned back to her with a cocky smirk pasted across his features. "I can have any girl I want now, and I got myself the hottest piece of ass on Campus." Just because she was his toy for the night, didn't mean she wasn't worth a compliment.

He grinned and took a step forward, then stopped as her words reverberated in his ears, "Are you ready for me to be your slut?" The girl was really getting into it, and Stuart nodded and squirmed at the sensation of his jeans tightening around the crotch as his gaze dropped to the sight of Sofia's fingers commencing to undo her pants. He gulped, and stood as though entranced, until a lightning bolt struck him. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work; he was meant to be in control! Suddenly, with his burgeoning erection forgotten for the moment, Stuart's arm snaked out, and he gripped an elbow. "Did I tell you to get naked yet?"

He raised an eyebrow, quite proud of the commanding tone he'd managed to convey, and shook his head. "No, I didn't. You gonna be my slut, you need to learn to do what you're told. Got it?" It was a rhetorical question really, as he released her arm and motioned to the floor without allowing Sofia time to respond. "On your knees, and......." The boy's mouth flapped open and closed, and his pupils widened, as with green orbs locked on Sofia's, words failed him. What the fuck did he do now? He licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze flicked uncertainly around the room. Confidence was restored when his eyes lit upon his implements, and when he turned back, he released his grip on her arm, and lifted a hand to point. "You need to be spanked. Fetch that paddle, and bring it to me."

He then stepped to the two-seat sofa, turned it to provide a full view of the room, smiled at the woman, and completed his instructions as he dropped into his seat. "Between your teeth. And remove the top, I want to see your tits."  Stuart Thomson was starting to get the hang of this domm-ing thing, and could only hope that Sofia was enjoying herself nearly as much, as  with new-found composure, he waited for his command to be obeyed.

Scaremonger -

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Kyle sighed in contentment as he handed Zai a coffee and muffin, sipped his beverage, and openly appraised her attire. She looked just as good in shorts and tank-top as she had in the red dress, and the memory or her revealing her body to him the night before floated through his mind. That had been a sight to behold, and he shot her a cheeky grin when he responded to her comment. "Obviously you held no regrets, otherwise  I'd have been cut up in little pieces and been flushed down the drain-pipe by now." Kyle bumped his head lightly against hers and stole his own kiss before he pulled back. A short while later, they were on the road.

With the sun shining, birds chirping, forest animals visible through the trees, and roads deserted in the early morning hour, it was as peaceful a scene as Kyle could envisage, and for the first part of the journey he reveled in the ambience. The silence was only intermittently broken by  casual conversation with Azairah, but made comfortable by the admiring glances, exchanged smiles, and squeezes of the hand, along with what appeared to be a shared psychic connection. Soon, once Ian and Lauren were no longer breathing, Cole Douglas would be aware he and Zai were also gunning for him, and the arrogant rapist would, for the first time in his spoiled and protected life, be forced to live in fear of becoming the victim. Would the kid crumble under the pressure as, one-by-one, the remainder of his friends met a violent and painful end, and his mind already be broken before Kyle and Zai got to him? If not, it would be after they were done.

In regard to how their rendezvous with Ian and Lauren would go down, brutally and without a shred of mercy was Kyle's preference, and he possessed no doubts after the incident in the forest that Azairah was capable of the most heinous acts. The thrill of causing human beings to plead for their lives, to howl in terror and pain, and holding the ultimate power of life and death in your hands was a thrill like no other. Although Kyle had always previously  selected victims he deemed unworthy of living, he'd discovered something new about himself when, the day before, he'd killed for no other reasons than for killing's sake. Had the blonde and brunette deserved such violent retribution for their petty baiting and theft? Not really, concluded Kyle, but damn, hadn't it been fun.

Eventually, he was brought out of his internal contemplations by the sweet sound of Zai's voice as it contrasted against the words she uttered. Kyle tilted his head, raised a brow and a smile flitted across his face. 'You know, Zai, I'm beginning to think you find this as enjoyable as I do?" He paused as his eyes shifted to the caramel hand moving over his, and shivered at the cool touch, then brought his attention back to Zai. "Not just the revenge, but the killing itself. It feels good."

That was more of a rhetorical question and a statement, and Kyle didn't wait for a reply before he continued. His hand moved on the wheel to cover hers, but stopped in mid-air when she shifted closer, and the soft insistence of her requests entranced him. Enticed him. There was a palpable seductiveness to her demeanour that he hadn't witnessed before. "If you want to me to break each bone in her face, smash her nose, and extract every last tooth with a pair of pliers. I'll do it. I'll damage her so badly, and then gut her like a fish so that she's no longer recognisable as a person if that's what you desire. Anything to show Ian exactly how it feels for a woman to be overpowered, and incapable of stopping the pain. He'll come to comprehend what he and his buddies stole from you that night, Zai, and believe me, to have you there  as I do it will arouse me.

His promises were emitted without thought, and Kyle scanned her face to see if his response pleased her, before the spell broke.  He relaxed back in his seat, and took a deep breath. "However, I want you to take care of Ian. An eye for an eye.' Kyle spoke softly when his gaze returned to Zai. "Make him hurt, Azairah,  make him bleed. Exact your revenge." The intensity then dissipated  and Kyle teasingly patted her knee, and returned his focus to the road. "As to how we'll go about it, those plans are best left to the Master. All will be revealed in good time."

A couple of hours later, having crossed the state line, and the humidity in the hot Florida night air closing in around them, he once again pulled into a budget hotel, and yawned and stretched when he stopped the vehicle. "Let's eat and rest up." Kyle met Zai's gaze as he reached across to the glove-box, and removed a map of the Everglades. "'Then, tomorrow, we walk in when it's dark, ensure they have no visitors, and knock on the door. That's all there really is to it, I'll control Ian from there." The man exuded self-confidence in his abilities as he tossed the map on her lap, a marked red X indicating the isolated location of the cottage, and began to exit the car. "In the middle of nowhere, where their screams can't be heard. We'll have all night. Now, let's find a restaurant, I'm craving a steak. Rare."

A Royal Catastrophe

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Watching the machine gun turret slowly turn towards them, Ben was in a quandary of exactly how to make it to their destination without being shredded to pieces, when Sky grabbed his arm. Bullets ricocheted around them, and there didn't appear to be a clear path, even if they continued to ziz-zag. Then he noted their one opportunity, however, Sky had beaten him to it, and before he could open his mouth, she'd already commenced to drag them towards the opened doors of the elevator; a slug furrowing his scalp as the metal doors closed behind them. "Fuck, that was a little." Weapon in hand, he urged the car to move faster, and checked himself in the mirrored rear wall patted down his newly-parted hair, and forced a smile when he turned to face Schuyler. "Hair-raising."

The joke intended to calm the woman before they exited on the top floor, and were once more in the midst of a war zone, the Spy swiftly realised it hadn't really been required. Sky seemed to be even more composed than he was, and a quick-thinker to boot. Nodding as she spoke, and keeping one eye on the floor numbers flashing past on the LED display, his full attention was soon drawn to her. 'What the fuck?" Shaking his head, the man's eyes followed her movements, even at a time like this, lingering on the revealed cleavage a moment longer than was totally appropriate, before he refocused on her face, and gripped Schuyler's shoulder. "Are you kidding me?"

His expression changed when the elevator bell dinged; it wasn't like he had a better plan. "What the hell, it just might work." Hardly able to believe he'd said that, the doors opened, leaving him no chance to regret it before he jumped out, and called back over his shoulder. "You better not die when I'm just beginning to like you. And don't forget those valuable assets now belong to the United Kingdom."

Rushing forward, Ben missed Sky's shedding of her trench-coat, but not the group of rebels eyes widening, and pupils opening in shock, and some other, more lustful expression, as he allowed his legs to buckle under him. The MI6 agent's ass ass hit the floor, and forward momentum drove his feet into the knees of two men, sending them tumbling like bowling pins. Once through, and clear on the other side, he backflipped to his feet, and left Sky to deal with the rest.

"Shit." Spotting the barrel of a gun aimed directly at his head, the Spy immediately hit the floor again, this time initiating a forward triple-somersault, and a slug whizzed in the air where Ben's brain would have been, simultaneously as he slammed his head into the man's stomach, eliciting a surprised groan, and sent him catapulting over the railing. A scream following all the way behind him, until it abruptly stopped when his body impacted the ground floor with enough force to break every bone. However, the spy didn't pause to witness the landing.

Instead, as the man fell, he'd slipped the knife from the scabbard on his belt, turned, twisted, and hurled it end over end, impaling the heart of the ninja who stood on the skids of the helicopter. The Russian's death throes caused his finger to jam on the trigger of his weapon, and shoot a hail of bullets into the air, before he fell forward, and hung upside down off the skids, suspended by one foot. He was the last, and with the path cleared, Ben's instinctual reaction was to stop and assist Sky behind him, but as he turned to do so, the Helicopter pilot, obviously aware of their intent, began to lift the aircraft towards the roof line. Five or ten seconds and it'd be out of his reach, so she'd need be left to her own devices.

Certain, at least, that Schuyler remained alive, by the banter he heard, he could only think, "at least they didn't call her a hooker", before sprinting towards the chopper. No gymnastics on this occasion. As soon as he gained leverage, Ben clambered up, avoiding the boot that attempted to stomp his fingers, hooked the man's ankle with one arm, and dumped him on his ass, then entered the cockpit, and planted a bullet in his head. At that precise moment an explosion ripped through the air.

His heart sunk, and Ben was consumed with a sense of failure, as his gaze searched for what remained of Schuyler Lassiter. Flames and amputated limbs shot out from a cloud of smoke, and he consoled himself with the fact that at least she'd gone painlessly, and taken a few with her. Then, a female voice split the air, screaming his name, and a huge smile broke out on his face. He should have known she wouldn't have gone that easily. However, his pleased expression swiftly dissipated when he noted her precarious location, and the throng of machine-gun wielding thugs remaining on the lower floors.

There was no way he could both retain control of the chopper and run to her aid, so he scanned the area to find a solution. "Hang on Sky, I've an idea." Ben's gaze landed on the dead Russian hanging off the skid. Acting swiftly, he removed the knife embedded in his chest, sliced at the man's clothing, then kicked him over the edge, met Sky's eyes, and tossed the leather harness, attached to a thick nylon rope, he'd been wearing, in her direction, expertly landing it two inches away. "Clamber into that," he screamed over the cacophonous noise of the rotors, and glanced over his shoulder. "And hurry." Two dark specks had appeared on the horizon, headed towards them.

All Ben could hope as he ensured his end of the rope was securely fastened to the frame of the chopper, then dropped into the pilot's chair, placed his hand on the throttle, and began to raise the aircraft higher, in order to facilitate their escape before further company arrived, was that Sky's dance training incorporated climbing practice. Or she'd be left dangling in the air, like a worm at the end of a fisherman's hook, until he could dare stop to assist. At least the two disparate groups of assailants were now apparently too occupied shooting at each other that it appeared they'd momentarily forgotten their real quarry. Fucking amateurs!
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Without a lot of posting history on Elliquiy, and having had to take a long hiatus due to family reasons not long after joining, added Links to current stories on BlueMoonRoleplay to provide those interested a better idea of my writing style, and commitment to long-term stories.
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Re: M In Search Of F For Plot Based, Sexually-Themed, Character-Driven Stories.
« Reply #5 on: September 15, 2016, 08:18:38 PM »
Added Good Guy Lucifer, The Reincarnation of Peter Proud and The Intern to plot section
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Re: M In Search Of F For Plot Based, Sexually-Themed, Character-Driven Stories.
« Reply #6 on: September 28, 2016, 10:24:15 PM »
Revised and reworded the third post, added a couple of plot bunnies to the post above.

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Added two plots, Curiosity Kills the Cat, and The Betrayal to the first post.

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Completely reworked thread, revised introduction, moved plot section (and, hopefully, made it easier to read), updated active BMR stories and links.
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1. Reworded the introduction post
2. Noted the 'Curiosity Killed The Cat' plot as taken; being written on BMR. Opener posted today.
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Re: M In Search Of F For Plot Based, Sexually-Themed, Character-Driven Stories.
« Reply #10 on: November 20, 2016, 07:10:39 PM »
Added a new idea, 'Hypothetical' to the plots section in the second post.
Re-opened Curiosity Killed the Cat Plot