Here's a sampling of ideas that may prove interesting for a story, or that may inspire a whole new story idea. If this isn't your cup of tea, I'd love to hear whatever you may have in mind - don't be shy in writing a private message. (But please don't respond to this thread.)
All her life she'd wanted to escape her mundane life here in this village halfway around the globe, to explore the world and experience all it had to offer. So it was crushing when her parents explained that they had found her a husband, someone from a neighboring village she'd never met before. Her feeling of dismay only grew when she eventually met the young man. He was not some brute, as one might expect from so many clichéd stories, and in fact what he was she had deemed far worse: he was weak. Weak-minded and weak-bodied. She couldn't stand for it. And once she meets another man - one who makes her feel like she's never felt before - she'll know she needs to escape.
This is the story of this girl finding what it is she wants, and who it is she wants. Whether she actively seeks him out, or whether he finds her, she'll eventually be untangled from the promise her parents have made. But not without a fair deal of complications.
Their attraction had been instant. He'd seen her the moment he entered the lounge, having just finished a busy day in this city far from his home. And while he sat and enjoyed some cocktails with his associates, his eyes continued to drift towards her, admiring every inch of her and paying close attention to every detail of her appearance. She was younger, perhaps far younger than he, but he felt her gaze on him as often as he moved his eyes over her. So when his companions headed back to their hotels for the evening, it wasn't a surprise when he approached her.
The night was incredible, though when she left his hotel in the morning both knew they would never see each other again. He'd given her his business card, but she assured him she would not bother him. This was simply an evening for them both to blow off some steam, to unwind and enjoy themselves, and life returned to normal for him as soon as the sound of her heels faded away down the hall.
It was weeks later that he got the call. He was in his office, and the voice on the other end was soft and shaky. "I'm...pregnant," she managed to eventually confess through tears. There was a long moment of silence before he replied, his steady, confident voice not indicating any of the confusion he felt. "I'll come see you. Don't worry. Everything will be OK." Their fleeting moments together had created something that bonded them together in a way neither was prepared for. This was not supposed to have happened. Their lives were on such contrasting trajectories. But now they would need to come together again, no doubt reigniting the feelings and pleasures they'd felt that one evening spent together.
She had stumbled upon the job at the suggestion of a friend, one who had worked at the same establishment for a time. The city was an expensive place, especially for a student, but by dancing for a few hours each night she'd found that she could more than afford her rent, her tuition, and more. She'd been employed at the high-end gentleman's club for months now, and was more than comfortable dealing with the clientele: giving that small coy smile from time to time, whispering into an ear every now and again. She knew what she was doing.
He was in town only briefly, and a friend brought him to the place against his better judgment. Sitting down with a cocktail, he was offered dances by the various women, though he politely declined each of him. When she stopped by to see him, though, he couldn't refuse. She was the very embodiment of what he defined as beautiful. She sat with him in private for what turned out to be hours: drinking with him and dancing for just him. He was entranced by the girl's beauty, and in an inebriated state he even foolishly wrote his phone number down and slipped it to her before stepping out of the club. The next day, nursing a slight headache, he chuckled at the gesture, thinking of how cliched it was. So it was a surprise, then, when later that day his phone rang with a local number he didn't recognize.
(This is very much open-ended, and I'd love to hear the direction you think the story may go.)
When she had stepped out of her home she had no intention of impressing anyone. Meeting her boyfriend for a bit of shopping, it wasn't a special occasion in the least. She had worn casual clothes, and didn't bother with her hair and makeup.
He glimpsed her from across the way, immediately curious about this girl. A man of distinct taste - in women especially - her look made her stand out among the crowd. And so he kept his eye on her, evaluating not only her appearance but also her relationship with the young man she was with. Her boyfriend seemed disinterested, bored and even frustrated by the girl at times. It was clear to this observer that her boyfriend had no idea how to treat her.
The next day she'd no doubt be surprised to find the wrapped box and card on her doorstep. The fine piece of jewelry was accompanied by a mysterious note that read only 'From an admirer." She knows she should throw it away, but perhaps she thinks there could be no harm in wearing something so lovely. She knows better, but opts to try it on for a night out. And the next day she would find another gift on her doorstep, starting a mysterious cycle that escalates until she eventually meets this very persistent admirer.
She was a young woman when he first spotted her, a pretty but rather nondescript girl by the standards of many. She was living a life that could only be described as typical: a job working retail, a small apartment in the city, and a few friends. His life was far from typical: traveling the world and enjoying a lifestyle few could afford. After their first conversation he was already sure that he had to have this girl. His friends would have wondered what he saw in her - she's not of the same class, not the glamorous type a man such as him goes for. But he saw something inside her none of those other women had, something special.
He takes her in, and as they become closer that inner beauty that drew him to her begins to manifest itself as outer beauty. His friends would no doubt eat their words when they saw her later on, since she would put their wives and girlfriends to shame. She is not only beautiful, but the bond the two have developed has made her entirely loyal. And all the while he cherishes her, his polished jewel. His prized possession.
She was an ambitious and hard-working girl, one who had toiled all her life, just as her family had for generations. She was born in a country where it was incredibly difficult to climb out of one's caste, and though she had dreams of somehow working her way into the upper class, she dared not mention her ambitions to anyone around her. In her small world, hope was considered a dangerous thing. So she continued to labor in her family's small business, plotting her rise to the top all the while.
He was an outsider: an American with wealth who stood out wherever he traveled in her country. He was, to many in this region, the epitome of success, and he found himself on the receiving end of far more attention than he was accustomed to back home. He was also very much alone.
When this man came into her world, she opted to make her move. This was her ticket, and she wouldn't miss the opportunity without putting forth an effort. He'd be flattered by her attentions, but he's also not naive. He understands exactly what's happening here, he simply doesn't mind. And so these two will fall into their roles in this unique arrangement, one in which both benefit. And over time, the arrangement becomes a true relationship, despite the whispers and gossip of naysayers all around.
She took the position a few months ago as a second job to help pay the bills. Her duties were simple enough: as an employee at a high-end luxury hotel she was to deliver items to the guests' rooms as needed. The guests typically tipped very well, especially considering she was only delivering food or drink much of the time.
He had traveled far from home and was very much a stranger in this city. At the end of his days he enjoys a strong drink, though he is in no mood to venture down to the lounge where he might have to make small talk with strangers. He needs his solitude and his quiet. So he calls room service, and finds her greeting him at his door when she delivers his drink.
Immediately there is an unspoken connection between the two, and while very little is said it is as if they understand each other. That connection grows and manifests itself into physical acts. There's very little conversation, but this isn't cheap and meaningless either. Over time, she learns more about him, and he about her. Their situations may preclude them from truly being together, but perhaps it doesn't matter to them. Each time he returns to the city, he'll stay at that hotel. And each night at 11pm he'll request the same drink order be brought to his room. And each night she'll be there. For him.
On her 18th birthday she had vanished. There had been no warning signs, none of the usual indicators that she may be in trouble or that she may be planning to run away. They'd found only a history of email exchanges between the young woman and a man, one they couldn't identify. Her single mother was too lost in her own world to bother looking for her daughter for more than a few months, and 5 years later the missing girl was all but forgotten.
One person, however, had never stopped searching for her. Perhaps this girl is her sister, perhaps a best friend, but she never relented in her pursuit of the truth. Finally, after following false leads for years, she finds herself knocking on the door of a large estate far from her home. The woman that opens the door is barely-recognizable, her look completely changed, but it is her, the girl missing for so long. And she has absolutely no desire to leave her new home, her new world, the new life he has created for her.
Rather than this being the story of a search for a girl, I see it as a story about what has happened in the intervening 5 years. This could be done with flashbacks, or it could start from the beginning and move to the point where she's found. Alternatively, it could be told from the point of view of the friend/sister, who must slowly come to terms with what this girl's world is like 5 years later.
He's worked hard his entire life and has achieved incredible success, but something triggers a crisis in him. Some might call it a mid-life crisis, others may simply label it burnout. But, for whatever reason, he flees his reality, choosing to go abroad to some exotic place or another. It's there that he enjoys the company of a young woman, one he probably has no business being with because of their difference in age. It may start as a casual fling, but quickly develops into something much more intense. He would invite her on his travels, and the pair would move from one locale to another, deepening a connection that should never have been forged in the first place. This is a story for those who want to venture wide and far, geographically and emotionally.
He's a man who should know better. He's well-educated, successful, and seemingly-happily married. And yet, well into his marriage, he finds himself attracted to another woman. She, too, should know better. She's in a similar situation to him. And yet the two cannot help themselves. It could be that they work together: she may be his business rival, or perhaps his secretary. In any case, the two begin to take bigger and bigger risks, discovering pleasures they never knew existed before. She'd begin to live a sort of double-life, behaving and appearing differently for him than she does for anyone else. And as the affair goes on, the pair become more and more tangled in each other. It's not healthy, but they cannot resist.
Located someplace remote lies an oasis of pleasure and beauty. Here, the wealthiest of men pay incredible sums for the privilege of becoming the exclusive clientele to an escort agency of the highest caliber. It's spoken of only in whispered rumors, and those who know if its existence say little of it. But some say the women spend months or years training, and each retires after her service with more wealth than she knows what to do with. I'm interested in exploring this place, imagining there must be an intelligent man who runs the operation. If the idea of a secretive, high-class agency such as this one interests you, do send me a PM.
She had been discovered before she'd even finished high school and had quickly secured several modelling jobs for various designers. The busy schedule of a model had prevented her from living the life of a normal young lady: she'd had no time for going to the movies, having girl-talk with friends, and she certainly didn't have time to date. In her photos she looked so sophisticated and mature, and she did come across that way in person as well, but because of her early success there was something left unbalanced inside her.
She met the older man while traveling for a shoot, and the two hit it off immediately. He felt a guilt within himself that she was too young for him, but still he was drawn to her sweetness and her beauty, and also to her intensity. And so the two begin a relationship, seeing each other on those rare occasions when they're on the same continent. Eventually, as their connection deepens, her imbalanced personality begins to show. She behaves at times irrationally, other times obsessively. The two have an incredibly-intense physical relationship, but it's clear to him that something isn't quite right about her feelings for him. They're too much. He should call things off, but he cares for her too much to break off their relationship. So he stays with this girl as she becomes more and more dependent on him, more obsessed.
(This can go many ways - write me a PM if you'd like to discuss it)
The ad online was rather cryptic, stating only that a woman with a bachelor's degree was needed for a personal assistant position. "Must be willing to travel, and to be away from friends and family for long periods of time; Must be willing to work long hours; Must be committed to excellence. Will be compensated quite well for good work." No pay was listed, only an email address was given.
The man who has posted this brief ad lives far from most of the world - a wealthy, reclusive man who lives mostly alone in a beautiful estate. He has been through a number of assistants recently, but no one knows why. Each assistant signs a non-disclosure agreement, and it's said by the locals that he must pay them well because none of them have ever so much as uttered a word about what goes on at the house. Some say the man is eccentric, an artist; others think he is a businessman, perhaps trading in illegal jewels or narcotics. There is no shortage of rumors about the man in the estate, but of course they are only rumors. No one knows the truth.
The girl who sees this ad wouldn't know any of this, of course, she would just be looking for a job, for adventure and travel. Perhaps her curiosity gets the best of her, and she writes him, starting a chain of events that would forever change her life.
He is a man who lived the American dream: He'd become a highly-successful businessman, lived in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife, and had the respect of his friends and colleagues. He has some wonderful qualities: he works hard, he is handsome and fit, he is direct and headstrong, and he brings a creativity to his work that has led to his success. But those same qualities sometimes manifest themselves in negative ways: he can be demanding, myopic and unsympathetic. His world view is narrow, and the only part of the paper he seems interested in reading each day is the financial section. It hadn't always been this way, as he is a well-read man, but lately he's been focusing only on his work.
It came as a shock, then, when he was told he'd be moving to an East Asian country for three years (it could be Japan, Korea or China), in order to expand his business's presence there. He'd never been that far away before and, frankly, he had no interest in going there. His world consisted mostly of his home and his office and the roads in between. This would be a severe change for him, something as far from his comfort zone as he could imagine. His wife was furious about it, emphatically stating she would not go. For months this created tremendous tension in their relationship, until the day he left - when she sent him off without so much as a kiss on the cheek.
Upon his arrival, though, things aren't what he'd expected. He meets someone - a woman - with whom he gradually becomes close. She is his translator, the woman who eases his frustrations at communicating with the foreign world around him. She teaches him about the culture, about the customs. She is not the type of woman who dates around. She's serious about her work, and goes to great lengths to ensure every job is done properly. Perhaps it's because of her intense focus that she, too, is in an unhappy relationship, or perhaps she simply hasn't found time to find a man that interested her. But he would certainly interest her. This woman brings out only the best qualities in him, and helps open his eyes to a larger world he'd previously ignored. She accepts his persona, even that side of him that is so demanding, and they fall into an intensely romantic and physical relationship. Because of her, the pangs of homesickness he felt so strongly slowly fade away, and he begins to feel "at home" in this foreign place.
The role could begin shortly after his arrival to his new home, upon their first meeting.
He'd managed to push the memories of that Winter to some hidden corner of his mind, that Winter 15 years ago. He'd been dating a nice, pretty girl in his senior year of high school. They were both 18, and were slowly exploring together - stepping into the adult world side-by-side. She was sweet to him, everything a young man could have wanted in a girl, and yet still he found himself in that situation that has stuck with him ever since.
The two of them had plans on a Friday night: he was to take her to dinner and a movie, as he often did. There was a winter storm approaching, though, and by the time he pulled into her drive, the roads were quickly becoming impassable. Her mother, an attractive woman in her 40s, answered the door and brought him inside, explaining that her daughter hadn't yet made it home because of the weather. As she prepared him a mug of hot cocoa, the phone rang. She spoke briefly, a disappointed tone in her voice. After hanging up, she explained to the young man that her daughter wouldn't make it home tonight - the weather was simply too dangerous. No one expected the blizzard that ensued, that let loose 6 feet of snow and trapped most everyone in their homes for the weekend.
He couldn't go, he had to stay there with her until the weather cleared. And in those three days he and his girlfriend's mother became quite close, sharing intimate moments and, eventually, physical moments as well. It was intense at times, him experiencing so many pleasures for the very first time. It seemed neither of them could resist, as morally reprehensible as it was. By the time the roads cleared on Sunday, he felt he'd grown into a man, with her help. The two of them never spoke of that weekend again, and a few weeks later he broke up with the girl - unable to live with himself for what he'd done. The last time he saw her mother was just after the breakup, as he left her house, her daughter in tears. He gave the mother only a nod.
Now, 15 years later, the mother and he are somehow reunited by chance. It could be a casual meeting in the grocery, or perhaps they happen to pass each other on the street one afternoon. Both of them are reminded instantly of that winter weekend, and all the feelings and emotions come to surface. Both are still conflicted, but they would agree to meet to chat a bit. What happens next is up to us...
The past few years had been rough on the young woman. Her mother, Lisa, was slowly heading downhill, diagnosed with a terminal disease years earlier. The girl had dropped out of an Ivy League college in order to look after her mother. So while she felt profound sadness at the passing of her mother, she also felt a great release. Her life would slowly return now that she wasn't responsible for someone else every hour of the day. But her mother's medical bills had nearly bankrupt her family, and she had no funds for school, for food, for living. Her mother knew this would be the case, so she made arrangements months before her own passing to have her daughter put up with her sister's ex-husband. Lisa's sister married the man many years ago, but was tragically taken in a car accident 6 years ago. Now he lived alone, a wealthy man in a large home with many luxuries, but without anyone else around. He'd spoken with Lisa about her daughter coming to stay with him until she got on her feet, and he promised to take good care of the girl.
When she arrives at his home, he'd be slow to open himself to her - staying quiet, studying her a bit, trying to understand this new woman in his home. Eventually, he'd begin to look at her more often, finding himself attracted to this girl, and she would feel the same towards him. Eventually, they would both acknowledge their attraction, and she would begin a slow journey - learning to take care of him, to please him, to understand what it meant to be his. In return she would gain his care, affection, and his guidance; something he'd given only one woman before her.
A highly-successful man has flown into a large city for an event, where he is to receive an award commending his charitable donations. Living alone, he has no one to accompany him on this trip, and - at the suggestion of a friend - he calls an escort service catering to the wealthiest clientele. He's not entirely comfortable with the arrangement, but upon meeting his "date" for the night, he quickly comes around. What neither of them expected, though, is that their night would be incredibly powerful, and that both he and she would be thinking back to that night for weeks to come. Eventually, they will seek each other out, and after many weeks of searching they'll finally find each other. The rest is up to us...
He was sitting in the first-class section of the plane, having just boarded and stowed his things, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. A soft, sweet voice whispered in a foreign accent, "Excuse me," and he looked up to find a lovely woman standing beside him. He stood and let her into her window seat, then took his own seat. He was an observant man, and noticed her impeccable appearance: clothes, jewelry, hair, all seemed to be meticulously planned out to subtly match, and it was clear that this woman was one who paid attention to even the slightest details. He also took note of the enormous diamond on her finger, not surprised at all that some wealthy man had reserved this woman for himself.
He normally made it a point never to speak to the person beside him on a plane, too many times before he'd ended up in hours-long conversations that he couldn't escape from. But something made him want to say something to this woman, and it confused him because it was completely out of character for him to do so. But he glanced over, her diamond earrings glinting in the sun that poured in from the window, and he spoke in his low voice, "And what is bringing you to the States?"
He never knew that his simple question would put something in motion that could not be stopped. He wouldn't have ever guessed that he and this woman would become incredibly close, that he would have to protect her from an angry lover, that he would have to help her mend her emotional wounds (the result of years of psychological abuse), that they would travel the world to escape her past, and that he would eventually bring a smile to her sad lips.
(This story can go any number of directions, of course...)
The day had finally come for his son to be married. He was proud of how his son had managed to do well out of college, and the beautiful, smart woman he'd met was a testament to his achievements. Everyone was traveling to a tropical destination for the big day, and he was looking forward to getting away from it all for a few days. He and his wife had long since divorced, and he hadn't dated in years, so he came to the event alone. What he hadn't expected, though, was that the bride's sister would be as beautiful and enticing as she was. Half his age, filled with youth and enthusiasm, he enjoyed dancing with her that night. But he hadn't predicted what would happen next: the intense (and forbidden) affair that lasted their few days away, the raw passion, and the feelings he developed towards her. If his son, if his new daughter-in-law ever found out, they'd both be shamed.
As a wealthy and powerful member of the community, he had gained a reputation for his lavish parties. Incredibly exclusive, they were filled by other members of "The 1%," where party-goers dined on rare and exotic foods, sipped exorbitant cocktails, and mingled in his extravagant, elegant estate. He hired hostesses for each event: women whose duties included greeting guests, serving drinks and food, and the like. An incredibly particular man, these hostesses were beautiful - each had a look at body that suited his own very distinct tastes. They were hired (and paid quite well) for their looks and ability to impress his guests. It was a completely superficial arrangement, and of course he knew that. He, himself, had never shown any interest in any of the hostesses before. To him, they were just vacant placeholders, serving their purpose by doing their duties at the parties. But then he met her. She encompassed his idea of complete femininity and beauty, and - a surprise to him - she had wit, humor, and was perhaps one of the most caring women he'd met. (The theme in this role is substance beneath superficiality.)
They had met when they were young: He was a young man just out of high school. He'd been accepted to a number of Ivy League schools, but turned each offer down in favor of traveling the world. She was a young ballet student, the first from her country to be picked to study at a famous French academy. They'd met at a cafe in Paris and hit it off almost immediately, spending a few weeks together exploring the city and exploring each other. But their budding romance was cut short when she was forced to go on a world tour with her company.
They'd never forgotten each other, nor the experiences they'd shared, and kept in touch over the years, meeting occasionally when they could. Over the years he became a wealthy man, and she a famous dancer. They both had relationships with others, but it seemed they were always on each other's minds. And whenever they met, which was infrequently, they rediscovered that relationship they found years before, and she became his again. She felt she belonged to him, and he felt that she was completely his.
(For this story, I imagine us jumping between time periods, visiting the two during different stages of their lives: from their first encounters to their lives decades later. I'm seeing her as a submissive woman, but only to him.)
The man was a regular on the long-haul intercontinental flight, and could be found in the same first-class seat at least four times a month. The flight crews had come to know him by appearance, though he rarely spoke more than a few words to any of them. After many months of traveling this same route, the flight attendants had learned his routine. He preferred a glass of scotch with one cube of ice before takeoff, followed by another after dinner. Before landing, he took his coffee black. One stewardess in particular had served him more than the others, and while the two never spoke much, his stoic face at times seemed to soften just slightly when she was speaking to him, his lips hinting at a smile. She was the only one among the flight crew who had managed to have a conversation with the gentleman, short as it may have been. He would compliment her, often commenting on subtleties of her appearance: her hairstyle, her nails, or jewelry.
This particular stewardess met him on a flight months ago in which she filled in at the last minute for another flight attendant who had called in sick. Shortly after, she found herself assigned permanently to this flight. She had assumed it was good luck, but she didn't know that the man had personally made a call to the airline's corporate office to recommend her for the international flight. It wasn't surprising, perhaps, that the airline took the man up on his suggestion, as he'd flown an incredible number of flights with them over the years.
And he continued to make these calls every so often, commending the young lady for her excellent service. Soon, she found herself promoted, enjoying the bump in pay that accompanied the raise. Still, the man never let on that her good fortune was due, in large part, to his commendations.
Over time, the unspoken bond and accompanying tension between these two builds. I have no doubt that they are forbidden to each other in some way: perhaps the airline has a strict policy of flight crews not fraternizing with passengers, perhaps one or both are in a relationship. But, eventually, the wall that separates them crumbles, and they are brought together, this strong older man and the impressionable young lady. Their relationship expands beyond the confines of the jet, and once he has her, he'll be protective of her and she'll be incredibly loyal to him. Under his guidance, she'll find herself undergoing a gradual transformation, discovering desires within her that she never knew existed. Over time, she would become completely his.