I should disclose right away that I have not had the most time or energy for writing lately. I'm mostly limited to weekends, and even then I can't always guarantee I have the energy to post. I can't say how long exactly this will continue, but until Christmas at least seems likely.
If that doesn't discourage you...
... in spite of the above, I'm trying to make a conscious effort to write more, even if it's only a little per day. A pretty common side effect of that for me is ideas. Now . . . this is kinda awkward. I came into this with just some scattered ideas, and I had this post all written out when I realized I actually had some ideas I wanted to focus on. So, I will do just that. However, I want to stress that if any of this seems even remotely interesting, even if the specific ideas don't - please let me know! Anyway, on to the ideas.
The Virgin: She's a reserved, demure woman. A bookish librarian type, maybe. Beautiful in her own way, but unaware of it. She also has a dick that, over the years, seems to have brought nothing but problems - comments, bullying, and general trouble. To the extent that, approaching 40, she's still a virgin - and by this point pretty much resigned to it.
Enter the Younger Woman. She's peppy, a bit of a brat - and she finds the older woman adorable. She's aware the older woman isn't exactly comfortable with sexuality, and she's not shy about teasing her about it. In a good-natured way. She's also got a pretty big crush on the woman, for reasons she probably can't quite articulate.
Chemistry: The two characters' families sees them spending a week together at a cabin, an exotic resort - maybe in tents in the woods? Whatever the case is, in the space of a day or two, they discover they have some pretty great chemistry. They just click. Now, there's a pretty significant age gap - and they're surrounded by family.
Even so, one night they're on their own. Maybe on the couch watching some movie they both happen to love after everyone else has gone to bed, or they're the last two around the campfire. The older woman, being more or less the opposite of the one above, eventually asks the question: "So, are you going to make a move, or what?"
There we are, and there we go. It ain't much, I know, but it's what I have. If either of these - or anything like it - strike your fancy, well, I don't know why you haven't messaged me yet.
