Blink's Kink's (New Story Idea Each Week!)

[Blinkin]

Standard Disclaimer

The gender of the player and that of the character bears no relation to the other. It is totally irrelevant to me if you are a male wishing to play a female, a female wishing to play a male or a wolf pretending to be a sheep. As long as you are willing to engage and invest in the creative process, I would be thrilled to talk with you about writing with me.

Hello and welcome, thank you for stopping by and seeing what I’m offering this week.

First, what is this? This is, to put it as simply as I can, a sort of sister thread to my main request thread, Blinkin’s Thinkin’s, now with nearlyfifty story concepts.

Unfortunately, with that much content, and still growing, it’s easy to get lost in the wall of text, so this is meant to spotlight a new, or different story concept each week. My hope is that by doing things this way  it’ll generate more interest in some of the ones that I’ve wanted to do, but haven’t been able to for one reason or another. So, keep an eye out and maybe you’ll see something that’ll trigger your interest.

Now, for the O/O’s that everyone wants to put out there ]before you even know if there’s anything that you’re interested in. To be honest, I don’t get it; why look at the usually too long post when nothing is here that peaks your interest? Personally, I look at the ideas first, then go back to check out the O/O’s. Anyway, they can be found right here.

Alrighty, this is an important item, so I hope that you’ll read it.  While some of my concepts don’t have an obvious plot, or appear to seem to be smut focused, let me assure you that I do have a plot, or at least a quasi-plot in mind for each of them. It just doesn’t seem to be effective to go into the details of the plot when 90% of what readers want is the smut. So, if it’s not obvious and you can’t find a plot line for a concept, ask me about it.

Every story concept, in either thread, are open to 100% revision, adaption  or a total rewrite. My goal is to give you a story that you will want to write and both of us will enjoy creating. In the same line, if a story isn’t working for you, let me know; I’m usually happy to try and fix whatever is wrong, but you can’t fixit if you don’t know that it’s broken.

One last thing before we get into the story concept in the next post. If you PM me with interest in an idea, please, please, please give me more than a one line, “Want to do it!”. Tell me what you like about it, or who you want to play don’t mean something like,  “The female”, but WHO he or she is. If nothing else, tell me something that makes you really want to write with me.

So, with all of that   said and done, lets look at the offering of the week, shall we?

[Blinkin]

Offering of the week of 3/31/22

The Futa Companion Program

The screen flickers for just a moment as the current programming cuts to another infomercial... damn Youtube..

When the screen clears, a lovely blonde woman in a lab coat and scrubs appears; apparently in  a doctor's office of some kind. The blonde beauty smiled warmly and begins to speak, “Hello, I’m Dr. Sarah Turner. I'm the head of the Reproductive health Department at the Brook Valley School of Medicine and I’m here to tell you about my revolutionary new program, Futa Companions.”

The scene switches to 3 young women standing  in a garden with 3 exceptionally hung Futa,and for a futa, that’s saying something! The couples are obviously intimate and comfortable with each other.  In a voice over Dr. Turner continues, “We have already helped dozens of couples find a new, fulfilling life together."

The screen shifts to an automated digital recreation of the pelvic region; a large penis attempts to penetrate the vagina with apparent difficulty. The voice over continues, "The most common complaint from mix gender couples is the difficulty of penetration and achieving maximum stimulation for a satisfactory conclusion to a love making session.  "

The screen switches back to the doctor once again, "The average human body simply isn’t  capable of prolonged sexual contact with the average futa reproductive organ. The human partner is simply not prepared for the length or girth of a futa's needs in an intimate relationship."

The scene cuts to another shot, this time, it’s a  woman sitting in the lap of a taller woman. The two women give the camera shy smiles before the taller woman begins to speak,, “Helen and I used to have difficulty making love; I was just too big for her to handle for more than half an hour or so; often we would have to stop before either of us were satisfied because she would begin to hurt from the stretching."

Helen smiled shily before she picked up the subject, "I love Jenny to death and she's an incredible lover, but we quickly began to see that I was having trouble and was starting to gape for longer and longer periods of time. . Even my throat was showing the difficulty that I was experiencing; sometimes, I couldn't even breathe! We were becoming desperate because I didn't want to lose her and she didn't want to hurt me so much." She turned and gave Jenny a soft kiss before she continued. "We could make love a dozen times a day and not get enough, it was just that my body couldn't handle so much and I could never get her all of the way in. It was giving me anxiety attacks!

Jenny blushed then, "We were at our wit's end in frustration and pent up physical needs, but then we met Dr. Turner about sex- I mean six months ago and she's changed our lives for the better." She looked at Helen and nodded. Helen smiled shily again and started to lift herself from her lover's lap.

as Helen rose, a thick tube of flesh appeared  from between them, inch after inch of penis being revealed until Helen was breathing heavily with a long gleaming shaft connected the two women together. Helen was obviously a petite woman who stood no more than 5'3; the differences in height became more apparent as Jenny grasped Helen about her waist and lifted her into the air. Accompanied by a cry from Helen, another 2 or 3 inches appeared before the head of an incredible 14 inch cock appeared; her ass stretched to allow the mushroom tip to come free. Helen cried out as she climaxed on screen; her juices splattered Jenny's lap as she convulsed in pleasure.

Jenny picks up the dialogue “Before Dr. Turner performed her incredible procedure on Helen, I could only get about half of my cock up her Ass and we were looking at the prospect of diapers. Now I can pound her ass for hours and she’ll never be loose again!"

Both women, in unison calls out, “Thanks Dr. Turner!" as they look into each other eyes and smiled.

Again, the screen changes scenes to The image of a nurse in a hospital room with a futa, reclined and comfortable in a bed. The nurse pulled out a device that resembled nothing more than a thick cigar. Without a word, she lowered the device down over the futa's erect cock. Dr. Turner’s voice continues in voice over, “My program seeks out the most optimal path for an individual’s body type, the dementions and space of her reproductive system and what her body can do without."  After a brief pause, dr. Turner continued, "At the same time, our highly trained team measures the futa's dementions. Using all of the gathered data, we begin the procedure of growing artificially enlarged organs from the tissues of the human patient. When this is completed, the new material is implanted into the positions of the original tissue. After a careful closure and a few days of recovery, we have a woman who can accept her lover's organ with more comfort and openings that are designed to return to normal dementions within a few minutes."

The screen flickers back to Dr. Turner, still in her office, "We have to rearrange some organ function for the sheath to fit the body, but the results have been very positive when the procedures are completed. What might be even more interesting is the patient is now capable of accepting larger objects, in one instance, a road cone,  without discomfort". Her smile becomes a little more mischievous at that moment, "It was quite a sight."

Dr. Turner continued, “There are  some side effects from the procedure and we are only allowing confirmed couples into the program at this time, but as you can see, our program has improved the lives of many couples. If you want to know more, or register for a procedure, you can contact the Futa Companion Program Admissions Department at the number located at the bottom of the screen, or contact us via the social media sites included at the bottom of the screen.

Dr. Turner smiles a friendly smile, “And get the most out of each other today." Another woman steps onto screen, her arm wrapped about Dr. Turner's waist. "We certainly have!"

The screen returns to it's previous programming, Critical Role And Fresh Cut Grasssaying "Happy day to ya." for the 12,00th  time...

Bonus offer!

This one is a really bare bones idea and I'm looking for someone willing to work with me to flesh it out and make something fun and entertaining to write.

The basic idea is that a younger male, female or futa seduces my character, an older female character in some position of power over YC. During the resulting intimate scene, YC dominates MC and forces her submission. How this is done is open to discussion and development. Afterward, the relationship develops into a semi-D/S relationship as the power base shifts from MC to YC and YC grows into an ever deepening control over her life.

Ideally, I would love for this to be a taboo relationship that starts off quietly, but will becomes public over time; how this happens and YC gets away with it is also open to discussion. There will be a lot of opperttunity for smut, but I want a story with mor than smut, but with real character development and world building.

Some potential pairings are (but not limited to):

Teacher/student,
Incest in any of it's forms (except for steps),
Offspring's friend/ mother,
employee/supervisor,
Employ/boss's wife,
Doctor/Patient
Client/attorney
egc.

[Blinkin]

Iffering for the week of April 7th:

Rights of Ownership.

Spoiler=Note:]
I'm looking for a specific feel or tone for this story concept. It is a Master/sex slave sort of story with incest tossed in along with BDSM. However, the character of Brian should not be portrayed as an expert Master, or a saddistic asshole either. I'm looking for, what I suppose would be termed a gentle dom; more focused on the sensual and the emotional/relationship  dinamic than pain and punishment. If you have further questions about this, please feel free to drop me a PM and I'll try to explain further.[/spoiler]]

Brian Webber paused to wipe sweat off of his face with his already soaked t-shirt; even for March,the attic was already turning into an oven under the late winter sunlight. He couldn't believe that he had agreed to give up his one day off that week to help Karen, his mother, pack up the things left behind by his father's recent death.

It had only been a couple of weeks since the funeral, but she believed that delaying the task much longer would of made it twice as hard once spring came and it really got hot up there.

He had already moved a truck load of storage boxes out of the attic and had a second load stacked up in the hallway below; Karen was already down there sorting through the boxes for things that she might want to hold onto. another half of an hour and he figured that he should have the task finished. After that, all he would have to do is take all of it to Good Will and it wouldn't be another reminder of his mother's loss.

The 19 year old university student let out a breath as he lifted a heavier box and something slipped off of the box; he found a padded  envelope leaning against the wall, where it must of landed when it fell. Curious, he put the box aside and picked up the legal sized envelope and studied the surface. In faded ink, he could read, 'Legal Documents, Karen Waters-Webber.' "Hmmmm, I wonder why this wasn't with the rest of Dad's records?" The man had always been a little on the anal side when it came to anything resembling important documents. Brian's own birth certificate had beenkept with doctor reports that dated back to before his birth, so why wasn't this with the rest of it?.

His curiosity peaked, Brian opened the envelope and looked inside;  a shift of the cardboard allowed a folder to slide out and into his hand."really odd." he muttered as he opened the folder and scanned the top document... and scanned it again, reading each word carefully... it appeared to be a brief medical report; titled, "Physical Record, waters, Karen." and listed, in alarming detail, a report of his mother's body! it even listedthe color of her nipples! It wasn't completely correct, the paper said that her breast size was a B-cup when he knew that she was at least a C-cup, if not a D.

If the first sheet had been a surprise, the second was confusing... It was a document that seemed to be several pages with the header of "Slave Contract. The rest of the stuff in the folder only confused him more!

Finally, the last page in the folder was a copy of his father's will; it listed everything  in the marriage should go to Brian; nothing at all was earmarked as going to his mother, but every last thing went to Brian! Including- No, that can't be right- it had to be some kind of prank; you couldn't leave a person to your heir... could you?

Thoroughly confused and unable to processs the document, he carried it down stairs to confront his mother, it had to be a prank!

Karen didn't seem surprised by the folder and after a few seconds of thought, motioned him down the stairs, "We should sit down, this may take a while." After she had stepped off of the stairs to the second floor, she turned and strolled into the dinning room and sat down at the table. "Sit down, please?"

To his horror, Karen Webber, without quibble   simply nodded to his questionns, "Your father had me sign that when we were getting serious about our relationship;. My mind is my own, but my body belonged to him. Now, it belongs to you."

Brian sat heavily into a chair and looked at her for long seconds, "Mom, I don't want to -" he shook his head again, "This is crazy! Can't I just set you free or something?"

Karen gave him a wan smile, "No,honey, that's expressly forbidden in the contract. You can give me away, you can sell me, but you ca n't free me." She bit her lower lip for a moment and decided to be truthful with him, "There are good reasons for my situation. Being a slave is all that keeps me from being self distructive. Being owned means that I can't do anything to harm this body..."

[Blinkin]

The Offering for the week of April 13, 2022

Returning To Their Youth

It’s July and the weather along the coast of South Carolina is perfect for the annual family gathering of the Williams family. Hosted by the matriarch of the clan, Elizabeth Williams, 4 generations of Williams will converge on the estate for a month of fun, sun, beaches and living in the finest locations in the state. 28 days of luxury and pampering with the only goal of reconnecting with family.

The event will be something special for two siblings with a secret. As teens and well into their twenties, a brother and sister were lovers; so inseparable that nothing could come between them… well, nothing but careers, children and marriages. For 12 years, the siblings have been faithful to spouses and children in two different states. But, a month pressed together may be too much to resist as the old passion is rekindled and burns with the heat of a sun again. The ultimate question will be, can they keep from getting caught as they give into the old feelings of their youth? Or, will they be revealed and stagger a family?

[Blinkin]

"No Shit, I woke up and...

Everyone's heard some whopper of a story that's so overblown that it can't be real and everyone knows it's so much hot air... well, someone in the
crowd  may believe it just because he's just that wasted. Maybe it's a fish that got away, or a ?Bobby got caught with Mrs. Jefferson's panties on his head in the locker room!", or mayb even "I fucke the shit out of... last night." Someone's telling stoies if they had one.]Everyone's heard stories about what you know who did with what's her name. It's always bull shit and there's always someone in the crowd falling for the line of crap and believes it.

But, what if the story is  so  far  beyond the limits of believability to even be thought of as a farceactually happened? What if two people set everyone up by doing the unthinkable? The least likely couple on earth are not only saying that they are doing it, but telling all of their friends about it for the shere shits and giggles? Sure, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Unfortunately, things go just a llittle too far and the two either has to explain, or get stuck with the aftermath to save their pride, or worse?

I want to work with someone to come up with the outlandish and have some fun writing all abouthow it backfires and the two either accept the humiliation, or keep it all going and deal with the chaotic ride to the finishline.

[Blinkin]

A Timeline Derailed

Going back to the years of Harry Potter and Hoggwarts, a Dark Stranger appears in 16 year old Hermione Granger's life to awaken desires hidden in the darkest places of her  being; desires, needs to be objectified, humiliated, degraded... owned. Almost immediately, Harry and Ron notices her change in behavior; with all of their efforts to come between her and the Dark Stranger, they are met with failure. Over the next weeks, her friends watches as she changes both physically and mentally.

Then, one morning, the Dark Stranger is gone.

The next morning, except for the changes in her figure, Hermione seems to be back to herself; until they enter the Great Hall for Breakfast. When Harry and Ron start for their table, Hermione headed for Drako Malfoy. Without warning, she shrugs her robes off of her shoulder to reveal her naked body beneath; she kneels before Drako and begins to loudly beg him to take her then and there and own her from that moment onward. In the uproar of shocked voices, Drako demanded her wand. With  a gleeful expression, he snaps her wandand grabbed a fistfull of hair and shoved her  head to the floor ; with a laugh, , while the echoes of her being expelled bounce off of the walls, , he pushes the pieces up her ass, insuring with a curse that they could never be removed; forever altering hermione Granger's timeline beyond any hope of restoration.

Wjat I am looking for is someone to take on the role of the Dark Stranger and later Malfoy, or just Malfoy from the end of the above description. This will likely be a darker story with extreme, perhaps objectional content, so be aware of this.

[Blinkin]

Offerings for the week of May 22, 2022.

Those Magic Hands (and Lips!)

A well respected teacher has had a rough day'; if something could go wrong, it was in her day. All that she wants is to go home and have a bubble bath. But, she has to finish grading the exams before she leaves or it'll never be done. Adding to her day is a sweet guy who, apparently, is this years crushing student; there's at least one in every class.

Usually, she can ignore the crushing boys and they get over it, butt this time, he's persistant and finds reasons to stay after school and talk with her about whatever comes up... If only he were a few years older. Today, she's overworked, over stressed and under appreciated.

Suddenly, hands are  on her shoulders and knots that she didn't know were relaxing as Mr. Sweet gives her a massage and it feels so good that she can't find it in her to tell him to stop. Hours later, or is it minutes, his hands move and covers her breasts, still massaging. So relaxed are she that it takes several seconds to respond.

The harsh response is on the tip of her tongue and she's turning her head to speak; He's leaning over her and their eyes are only inches apart. Her hands are covering his to pull them away when he kisses her! She's about to pull back, but it feels so good, it wouldn't hurt anything to let him play with her  breasts for a few seconds, would it? at least as long as he's such a good kisser.

[Blinkin]

After taking more than a month away to adjust to dialysis, I'm back on a limited basis; my right hand is still at about 50% and not getting much better. I'm probably looking at another surgery to try to fix the restricted blood flow situation in a few weeks. My arm is starting to look like the victim of a tragic farming accident. lol

At any rate, here's the offering for the week of Juuly 24, 2022.

You Belong With Me!

April sat on the edge of his bed, her eyes following him as he paced back and forth, 5 steps from one wall to the other; she had counted them many times and knew that he had taken 53 of them tonight. Tom was… well, not ranting… letting off steam maybe? He had called her half an hour before, needing someone to talk to after the latest fight with his cheerleader girlfriend, Hope… the bitch! April hoped that the little slut would get a clue this time… or at least Tom would and not take her back again… Afterall, Hope didn’t really care about him; not the way that April did.

Hope never listened when Tom talked about going camping during the summer; how he wanted to be out in nature and 'get back to basics.'

April had been in love with Tom since that first day of school in the 3rd grade when she had been the new girl and he had shared his PB&J with her after Hope had stolen her own lunch… the bitch! Hope didn’t know his favorite song… didn’t care that his favorite color was red… she didn’t bother to find out that Tom wanted to be an arcatect and loved drawing. She didn’t even know thatTom hated peas… But April did,.

Hope hadn't listened when Tom talked about wanting to take a couple of weeks to go  camping and getting back to the basics; to be out in nature. But, April had.

April wasn’t a cheerleader, but she didn’t lack for attractiveness, or invitations to go out… she just didn’t want to date anyone but Tom… and he didn’t think of her as anything more than a friend… which had been the subject of the fight and that steamed April to no end! Hope had demanded that Tom stop spending any time at all with April… that he should be spending every waking moment with her! As if they had anything in common!

Finally, Tom fell back on the bed and blew out a breath. “It’s over this time, I’m tired of the hot and cold thing.” He pronounced as she turned and looked down at him. Was this her chance? Could she finally make him see that he belonged with her? With a pounding in her chest that rivaled the wasp in her stomach, she suddenly leaned over and kissed him… hard! When she pulled back, she looked into his eyes and hoped that he wasn’t thinking about Hope.

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of August 1, 2022...

Coming Home Again.

Note: In this story, I have a srong desire to play mother.

"Oh... oh my god..."

When it had happened, it flipped everyone's world upside down. Everything that used to be safe was all of a sudden suspect. Cities, the throngs of people rushing and living together that made everything exciting, adventurous and  satisfying were suddenly steel and concrete death traps; only waiting for the unwary, or the foolhartyto forget to take care.

In the end, it took only a few days for them to come to the only logical conclusion: she would take the kids out to Dad's house in the mountains to wait it out, however long it took. She could work from home, even if her husband couldn't. They agreed, of course, that he'd try to visit her and the children as often as he could, but in practice that meant the odd weekend once a month, leaving her to manage the kids by herself, on top of the demands of her job and adapting to living in the mountains again

If it wasn't for Dad, She'd would have gone mad in a matter of a couple of weeks! His house, secluded in the mountains, was gorgeous. And the way he handled the kids, like it had just been minutes since he'd last had children running around the house; it touched an ache at the bottom of her heart that it took a while to identify. When she realized that it reminded her of how much he'd been in her life as a father, and how little her own husband made time for the kids, she started to resent the times when her husband planned to visit their mountain escape, rather than look forward to the visits... And that was all before the other things returned from her childhood....

Note

Due to an accidental violation of site rules, a Moderator has edited this post and removed a description of a sexual act. As the removal of the edited section may create confusion as to the plot and story arch, I will simply state that the story concept involves incest between the characters of the mother and her father. There was also the suggestion of D/S and BDSM elements. I will be happy to PM the edited section to anyone interested  in seeing the removed section.

Just what is happening between them? Did it start long ago, or is it something new? What sort of relation was it behind their relationship? Help me answers those questions and create a great story!

Thanks goes to the original creator , JaceMerner for his permission to use this story concept. . I stumbled across it one morning, but was a little too late to grab the role. Thanks Jace!

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of Augest 8th, 2022 is... drum roll please...

And Baby Makes Three

When Marine Recruit Kevin Sullivan was ordered to report for boot camp early the next morning, he and friends decided to go out for one last bash before Kevin would have to disappear into 'The Green Machine' for months to come; he could never of imagined just how much that one night would set his life on a new course   that no one could of expected.!

She had been hot with a capital H, Not in a slutty way, but a classy, high school sweetheart way that was simply irresistible to him. Odds were, if he wasn't going to disappear the next morning, he may not of approached  her at all, or get  through her gang of friends, also out to celebrate getting accepted to a prime university. Some conversation, some dancing and the drink provided the spark that put both of them on an express train to destiny. The emotions were heated, the feel of skin on skin electric as the two realized that the other was exactly what they needed; what they wanted without knowing it. They made love through out the night; just lubricated enough to forget protection with the passion that flowed through their veins. It was glorious, it was unimaginable, unforgetable, it was the worst timing in the world. When he woke the next morning to the image of her sleeping beside of him, he was loathed to wake her, to spoil the perfection of being together in that special moment... So, he left a note and left without waking her... If only he had put his telephone number on the damned note!

For the next 3 years, Kevin would dream of the girl nightly, he couldn't get her out of his mind! No girl could measuire ulp tp her, nor he find himself desiring another woman; Then, came his trip home; some called it the million dollar wound, but for Kevin, it just spelled the end of a career while he recovered and waited for the Core to decide if he had a future as a Marine... In the mean time, he searched high and low for his mystry girl. It took months for him to admit that he wouldn't see her again, only to literally trip over her the next day! While visiting a brother and Sister-in-law in their new home, He found out that She had been contracted to remodel the house. She hadn't ever expected to see him again. Particularly after sneaking out on her... especially after being too cowardly enough to even wake her up! Things were about to become a serious complication when they fell back into bed... only to meett his son the next morning!

The question is, what does a Marine do when you suddenly have a hot girlfriend who doesn't want  more than good sex and a 2 year old son? The battlefield was never anything this dangerous!

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of August 14, 2022 is...

The Curse

Jack Franks had just about everything that he could want out of life; a beautiful wife from a prestegious New Orleans family, a partnership in one of the biggest law firms in the state and the ear of more than a few important people in the city. If he continued to play his cards right, there was even a serious shot at the state senate in 2024. One could say that he had it all and was living the good life in the Big Easy.

But Jack had a weakness that he couldn't control regardless of how hard he tried; he loved women. Not just loved women; he loved the chase and the capture, the feel of their bodies as they kissed and cuddled, of being intimate with them in ways that they would never forget.  Even after his marriage, the draw of the female form was too strong to resist and he gave into it regularly. He did love his wife, but being tied down to any single woman simply wasn't in his nature and not even the women he bedded knew for sure that he wasn't already chasing another skirt... most of them never even realized that he was married!

Jack worked hard to keep it all low key and seperated from his personal life, but like so many men, he wasn't as subtle as he thought he was; Blaire, his wife, caught him with one of his ladies one afternoon... in their bed... humping away in the doggy position, his dick up her ass.

Blaire wasn't a woman who took these things laying down, so to speak. A true daughter of 'Orleans, she went to a voodoo priestess and paid handsomely for a particularly appropriate form of revenge. If Jack was going to act like a dog and hump everything in sight, then he was going to be a dog, by God!

The next morning, Jack awoke to find himself laying on a thin mat on a concrete floor; the sound of barking dogs non-stop with the strangest smell in his nose. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that he was looking at a grid of metal bars... a cocker spaniel glaring at him from across the isle!

Then, there was a round, dark head looking into the cage, "Good Morning Mr. Franks... My, what a beautiful boy you turned out to be, I'm impressed!" A wide smile formed on her full lips, "Don't worry, you'll keep your balls, but until my curse is broken, a dog you will be." She cackled and wiggled her fingers, "Until you find a woman that you will love beyond all others, until a woman can love you as a man even as you are. Until the flesh is sated, a dog you will be." She grinned again, "I even let you keep your lovely blue eyes and to make things interesting, if you can make a woman climax, you will be able to speak to her... after a fashion at least." She blew him a kiss and started to rise, "Good Bye Jack, enjoy your life as a dog and be a good boy."

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of August 21, 2022 is...

The Dog And Pony Show

He laid on the bed, his bright blue eyes followed Her as she moved back and forth past him again; apparently preparing for an evening out. He could smell her perfume, even her natural scent that told him so clearly of her excitement; excitement tinged with nervousness and anxiety.  Although she was hiding the last two emotions fairly well, he knew her too well to be deceived by her  in that way.

He adored her, worshiped the ground that she walked on and would do anything for her. His love was the kind of unconditional love that could only come from an uncomplicated heart and was complete as the center of his life. Even though they hadn't had sex, that he hadn't mounted her petite body and reveled in the pleasure that he gave her for nearly a week, it didn't matter at all to him. Well, it did, but he was a patient soul and she was worth waiting for.

As she settled at the table with the mirror, he jumped up from the bed and sat beside of her, his head resting on her bare thigh in hope of a petting, maybe even letting him give her a special kiss. As he looked up at her  with his cutest puppy dog eyes, his fluffy tail thumped the table leg and his ears twitched cutely. Maybe if... Without hesitation, he rolled over onto his back and bared his softly furred belly; that never failed to get her attention, after all.

Kevin  Stevens strolled into the bedroom; he had to finish packing tonight for an early morning flight to Miami, it wasn't a secret that he wasn't happy to spend the last night with his wife going out with friends. he had been home less than a week and while they had made love several times, he had wanted to spend tonight together all cuddled up before the fire. He hoped that he would only be away a couple of days, but knew that if he made it home before next weekend, it would probably be classified as a miracle; not to mention a site to be seen.

The 24 year old Electronics Engineer did on-site technical support for his company and was often out of town for days at a time. He  gazed at the bare back of his wife of 2 year's and couldn't stop himself from stepping closer to lift her hair away from her silky skin to place a light kiss on her slender neck, "Are you sure that you can't get out of this?" he asked in a soft voice while his hands slipped about her waist. Even though they had made love several times recently, it never seemed to be enough. and
seeing her half naked was too much to resist.  "Stay home and I'll lick you from neck to ankle and make a couple of stops on the way." he grinned as he lightly palmed her breasts.

Alpine, the family dog, huffed in frustration for not getting the belly rub that he so richly deserved. it had been days since they had been able to enjoy knotting her in a corner together and while He would be gone again in the morning, a dog had his needs and breeding his mistress was one of his favorites. Little did alpine know that in that evening, he would not only breed her again, but do it in a room filled with men at a batchlor's party!.]/justify]

[Blinkin]

I's a two for one for the week of August 28, 2022 is-

Forgivable Deceptions

John "Jack" Parish is the owner of an upscale tavern that has, with a variety of little investments, netted him a comfortable, if not luxurious lifestyle. ”The Town tavern” is, during the day, a family orientated restaurant; even the dinner rush sees a lot of families out for a good meal, a little live entertainment and a relaxed atmosphere where the staff may know your name and greet you with a genuine smile as you cross the threshold. During the night, it's more of an adult's only place that offers live music most nights, a   karaoke night and even a comedy show for people who like to dance, drink and kick back a little. All in all, Jack’s well known and liked by the community for both the level of entertainment and his contributions to the town as a  whole, not to mention the bar.

Karen is the tavern's hostess and occasional bartender/server ; she’s been working for Jack for several years and is, aside from being a close friend, is his right hand man… err woman. At least since her bitter divorce from Jack’s once best friend, Randy.

Karen’s divorce was actually caused by Jack, who had told her about Randy’s affair and infedalities throughout her marriage. It was, for Jack, a step made to protect Karen after he had discovered that Randy had been abusing her in both a physical and mental fashion that never failed to leave bbruises in concealed areas. After the fist fight that left Randy in the ER and Jack nursing some cracked ribs, he helped Karen get a divorce and a job, working for him at the bar. Things worked out remarkably well and she quickly became a partial owner in the business.

There had always been an attraction between Jack and Karen; from the moment that they met at the rehersal for her wedding, but both knew that it could never be pursued by either. Jack had pushed it deep down; he would never poach, much less ask someone to cheat on their vows. But still, it was always there under the surface. Even now, the emotions are there, but Karen is off limits; not just because she was both a friend and an employee… but because he dreams of her in ways that would be hard to explain.

Late one afternoon, an excited Karen came into the office for her shift; all but dancing as she held up a ticket. “I got one! It's for the masked ball! Do you have any idea how hard these are to get?”

Jack paused in what he was doing and leaned back in his chair; a loud creak erupting from the abused springs. “I think I have some idea, congrats Karen.” He grinned a little, “I hear that they have a good time at that thing… lots of morning after tales about wild stuff. You got your pepper spray?”

The annual event was indeed one of the biggest events in town and by all reports, tickets are not only hard to get, but expensive to boot. The proceeds goes to a local children's charity and funds the foundation through most of the year.

Karen, in her excitement spends the next hour telling him in great detail about what she intends to wear, what she’s going to do and more to boot! Jack, seeing an opportunity to give Karen a little adventure he begins his own plans. He knew that he could get a ticket and who doesn’t want a romantic encounter with a handsome stranger?

It was suppose to just be harmless fun, some flirting with Karen, maybe a kiss and some dancing; she would never know that it was him who swept her off of her feet. An entertaining way to get out of the tavern, away from the employer/employee mind set and cut loose;just to make her smile that dazzling smile that he hasn’t seen very often lately.

But, the best laid plans and all of that finds him, the next morning, waking up beside her and ppanic in his heart!By the time she opens her eyes, the only thing that she finds Is the mask and a rose on the pillow; It would be a night to remember for both of them.

At least until Karen finds out who her mystery man is; Is there really such a thing as a forgivable deception?

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The Kiss!

The whole idea was deemed inappropriate, demeaning and not without a risk of political fallout for everyone involved. But, the shortfall in the new budget and the fact that some important programs could be cut was a powerful motivator. the only real question was, could they get the girls to cooperate?

As things turned out, while there wasn't a lot of cheering for the idea, the girls agreed to the hair schemed stunt and the proposition was floated before the reluctant schoolboard, the parents and the cheerleaders of the Brook Valley Buccaneers as a fund raiser; the offer was placed before the student body, along with a list of 'not going to happen's' as the "Win A Date With A Cheerleader!" was announced.

Obviously, the girl's boyfriends weren't happy about the idea of auctioning their girlfriends off for a night, But, it was in the name of school spirit and the money raised from the raffle would go a long ways to maintaining some much loved school programs. even if it meant an evening with an undesirable personage... like a geek.

The amount of money raised was shocking, and was kept quiet until the event was over. for the chance to have a date with one of the elite of the school; dinner, an after dinner event and, perhaps most of all, a good night kiss from one of the 10 girls proved to be a powerful lure indeed!

A week before the dates were to occur,on a lovely Fall evening, thestadium stands were nearly packed with students wanting to see who got the 10 cheerleaders; As each bid came in over the student's devices, one by one, the cheerleaders were joined at the 50 yard line with their dates.; including our hero, Scott Parker.

The date went surprisingly well for Scott and his cheerleader, Amy Miller; a pleasant dinner with a thoughtful and anxious geek, a chick-flick movie that he had asked her to pick out, a stroll around the park with an  actual interesting conversation to make it all seem like an enjoyable, maybe even a little romantic evening; even if it could never lead anywhere.

Later that night, when they pulled up to her house, like a gentleman, he walked her to the door; unlike her boyfriend, Keith, had ever done for her.

Finally, the moment of truth… that moment that she had dreaded for over a week was nigh. she had intended to give him a brush of lips on the cheek and a hurried Good Night; what she got was... something else!

What she got however, was… something else. Scott Scott knew that this would be his only chance, his only opportunity to hold the girl that he had crushed on since the 6th grade and he wasn't going to waste it... he was going to make sure that Amy Miller remembered him for a long time. When their lips were nearly touching a cheek, he shifted ever so slightly and threw everything that he had into that kiss! All of the motion, all the longing and admiration, he may of even tossed in the kitchen sink for good measure!  Scott hadn't intended to electrecute himself though.

Had it been natural talent? A particular chemestry between them? maybe the stars had alined at just that moment... or someone could of left a live wire in a puddle of water. It didn't matter, the kiss was electric, heated and all consuming as she let out a soft groan of pleasure when he pulled her more tightly against him.
What passed through their overwhelmed mental processes as their lips finally parted was anyone's guess; the only thing that held her up were hhis arms about her. Amy had little trouble telling that Scott was as effected by that kiss as she was... his erection pressed firmly against her hip! As they leaned into each other, trying to catch their breaths, the only thing that passed through her thoughts was, “Holy shit!” " A

As  amy slowly pulled away and with a shaky breath she whispered "good night." and fumbled for the door handle. When she was inside and the door secures, she let her quivering knees go and slid down to the floor and started to giggle.

For the rest of the night, Amy was plagued by dreams and thoughts about Scott and that kiss; … he hadn’t been the only one excited by the time they had pulled away from each other. She wondered what it might be like to kiss him again, do more than kiss maybe. Who would of ever thought that a geek could kiss like that!
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[Blinkin]

This one is a little late and one that I really want to write with someone. But, since this is so late this week, it's the offering for the week of September 11, 2022.

The Bride's Secret

The Setting:

In a world very much like our own, a world a little more advanced, a world a little more liberal, a new form of slavery has become, if not fully accepted, at acceptable in polite society. Not yet wide spread, it's common enough to be unsurprising to see a collared slave on the street.

Unlike in less enlightened eras of the past, the Federal Slave Protection Agency, a department of the U.S. Marshal's Service, insures that the limited rights of human property are maintained and enforced for the safety of said property. Although complaints are rarely made by the slave, spurious claims are punished severely, as are violations of the law.

There are a number of ways for a citizen to become property; the most common is being convicted of a non-violent crime and volunteering for slavery as a means of a potentialy easier sentense.
These slaves fill such occupations ranging from intense manual labor to pleasure slaves.

Another common method is voluntary enslavement; most often as a method of achieving forgiveness of debt or support in a better lifestyle. These vary greatly in duration from a weekend to a life long enslavement. These are most often seen in domestic roles or as pleasure slaves. This is how our heroine has found herself in her current situation.

They were newlyweds; a  young couple only 4 months into their new life together when Emily sat down with her new husband, Rob; the light of her life, "Honey, I-I have to tell you something-" she couldn't meet his eyes and distress was clear on her lovely features. "-Something about me .that I've never told you- About me... "

Rob, suddenly concerned about what had adjetated her so; he reached out to cover her hand with his, "What's the matter, Sweetheart? Surely it can't be so bad." He tried a smile, "Remember, for better or worse" The smile didn't work. That only made him more concerned about her anxiety over whatever it had to be about.

She swallowed and turned her palm up to hold his hand tightly. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to speak; as if each word was dragged from her very soul, "I thought that it was over... in the past and done with... You know, something that you could look back on and say, 'what was I thinking?' and laugh about it someday." she obviously didn't want to tell him her secret. She closed her eyes at his silent 'What is it?' in his eyes and loving squeeze of her hand.

Finally, with a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his eyes and let it out in a rush of words, "Another man owns me!"she said in a quick exhalation of air... maybe if she got it out, it wouldn't hurt as much; like yanking a bandage off... Nope, still hurt like hell. She bit her full lower lip in fear at his reaction to the thing that shaped her life for so long.

Rob's confusion showed in his eyes as he searched hers for the explanation that he needed at that moment, "I don't understand Sweetheart, What do you mean by... owns you?"

Her eyes dropped to look at her hands, trying to hide her features under her long hair, "As in owns, Rob, as in property." her cheeks reddening in shame, whether it was for destroying her marriage or excitement of getting it off of her chest, even she didn't know for sure. "When I was 18, I met someone... he was older and charming...intelligent... and I... became involved with him; in a way, I loved him deeply." She sighed softly, "I signed a contract and became his slave; his property." She forced herself to look up again and met his eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek, " when I went to university, I thought that it was over... a little adventure that I would look back upon and say, 'Gee, was I wild or what!' but when I came home for vacation or holidays, he was always there waiting for me." She sniffled softly and another tear trailed down her cheek, "Then, I met you. The next time I was with Master," She was careful to keep her emotions in check at the memory of what they had done that night, " I told him that I was in love, that I couldn't do it anymore..." She couldn't tell him that it had been after his hands; after he had made her climax several times. "he told me that I was free to love anyone that I wanted to." she sniffled again and let her eyes drop once more, "I thought that he was letting me go."

Rob's expression grew more confused, the admition that she had loved another man didn't settle very well in his heart; slowly, his expression transformed from confusion to reassuring again, , "That's in the past Darling, it's not important to what we share now." He gave her a loving smiile, "I don't care about what happened in the past, my sweet Emily."

Emily shook her head in abject misery as she spoke again, "No, Rob, it's not in the past. Master found me this morning... He has ordered- required that I return to him, to that life again." Once again, her eyes dropped so that he couldn't see her thoughts behind them, "I can't disobey him; can't refuse Master's command. If I don't return to him soon, I- we, our-  lives will suffer...my family will suffer for my refusal." She looked up again, her tear stained eyes met his, "I love you with all my heart Rob ... but He could nullify our marriage, take me away forever..". Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper, "All he would have to do is make a call and they would have to come and take me away... take me to him." She closed her eyes then as she continued, "and I know if he did that, we would never see each other again."

Rob's sudden  rage built faster than his eyebrows could slam down in anger, "That's horseshit,Baby. we'll call the FBI or something, charge him with something- Sue him-"

Emily shook her head more frantically, her finger touching his lips softly, fear flowing across her features with a rush of color, "No Rob, He knows... things about me- about us. Master can hurt us in ways that you couldn't imagine; I know he can if I don't go to him." She covered her face with her hands, "I have to go to him... He requires my presence every weekend... you can have me the rest of the time... if you want a weekend, then he takes 3 days during the week." She was openly crying by that point, "Master is a very powerful man and he can take everything from us."

Rob shook his head slowly in shock, "What will he do to you?"

Emily let her hands drop to look at him again, "Whatever he wants Honey.... anything he wants." she whispered, as if he might hear it even then; hear the tremmer in her voice that was excitement at that mere thought.

"But-" Rob started to reply as he searched his mind for options, some way to get out of this  situation; he wasn't going to let another man abuse his wife without one hell of a fight! He started to speak again-

Emily touched his lips again with a fingertip, "You don't want to know what I've had to do, Sweetheart... I see the anger inside of you... I know what this is doing to you... to us." She tried to give him a weak smile before she continued, "please trust me, Honey, the contract is binding; All that you could do is make it worse on me. On the bright side, Master won't try to make any alterations to my body, but he can do whatever he wants with me... I'm sorry Honey." she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, "Please don't hate me!" she whispered in a broken sobs. She couldn't force out the rest of the sentence; 'for wanting it, for wanting what Master did to me.'.

[Blinkin]

For the week of September 18, 2022, I'm doing something a bit different. I'm going to just put up a bare bones idea of something that I would like to explore with someone. Then, hopefully, someone will be interested enough to create something with me  that will fit the idea for both of us.

So, here goes nothin'!

Character A (MC) has discovered a curiosity within themselves concerning a same sex relationship. MC wishes to explore this part of their sexuality.

Character B (YC) is either Bi or gay (Generic term meant to cover all same sex pairings). and is open about their orientation.

MC and YC enter the orbit of the other, or knows each other prior to the events above. MC approaches YC and expresses their interest about the issue and YC agrees to help MC explore this new side of their sexuality. A relationship develops and a romance is born.

Note that I have not put a gender into this concept; I am open  to either M/M or F/F. I honestly do not expect anything to come of this post, but I have been pleasantly surprised before. If you are interested in developing a story concept with me, or have one already, please drop me a PM.

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of Sept. 25, 2022 is!

The Boy, The Bombshell and The Businessman

Dear Diary,

Oh My God! It’s happened! I mean it really happened! Oh My God, I’m walking on clouds, dancing in the rain, playing with a litter of puppies! I mean, everybody says that it’s impossible and that it never happens. They say that it only exists in romance novels, but it happened to me goddamnit! Mrs. Robert Harper. Mrs. Kelly Harper. Oh, doesn’t it sound DeVine?

That’s right, I met THE ONE! It was love at first sight and he’s sooooo perfect that I couldn’t stand it! So what if he’s like 40 or something. Age is just a number and I’ll be 20 in a couple of years anyway.

Ok., let me back up and make sure that I get all the details down so I can look back in 20 years and say, “This is where my life began!”

You know that Ben Harper has been helping me with Biology this semester? For about 6 weeks, I guess. Anyway, he’s a nice enough boy, in a geeky kind of way, but he’s a BOY. After Keith took pictures of my boobs and passed them around school, I’m done with boys!

Anyway, Ben asked me if I wanted to come over to his place to study because it would be quieter, and we could get more done for next weeks test. Not like I was born yesterday, but why not? He has a pool and a hot tub, so it could be fun. I got there and, my God, it was a huge house! We studied for about an hour and he invited me to go for a swim,. Long story short (I know, too late!), we went swimming and we were relaxing in the hot tub, and I could tell that he was working up the nerve to put his arm about my back. But that was when my life changed forever! A man came through and stopped at the edge of the hot tub. It had to be Ben’s Dad, but it didn’t register at that moment

Ben introduced us and I was speechless! I mean this man was GEORGIOUS! My heart stopped when he smiled at me and when our hands touched, Oh My God! I tingled all over; I know that my nipples got as hard as diamonds, and I knew that he was the one. I was in love and all I wanted to do was crawl all over him and lick him like a lollipop.

Richard offered to show me the house and Momma didn’t raise any fools. I accepted and off we went. I’m ashamed to say that I forgot all about Ben… at least until we got to his bedroom. I looked out the window to see Ben still down in the hot tub. That was when Richard touched me for the first time, and I was ready. God was I ready when he pulled my bottoms down and whispered in my ear, “bend over Sweetheart. I have to have you!” Needless to say, we made love right there and he wasn’t small by any means!

Anyway Diary, that’s the story. I need to get ready now, Richard is meeting me down the street for a date and I don’t want to be late! He’s my Honey Bear! Mrs. Kelly Harper!

As a side note, I've been in the mood for something involving lactation, if anyone has anything to offer?

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of October 16, 2022 is...
Little Things Can Come In Big Packages!

This is a bit rough, and open to massive revision or alteration to fit my partner's interest.

Two young women have been the best of friends since grade school. They are only a few days apart in their birthday and the two have been inseparable for years. At least until they have to attend different universities in the fall of their 18th year.

Character A has had feelings for Character B since they survived puberty, but has never acted upon her feelings in fear of loosing her friend. Character B knows that her friend feels something, but is equally afraid of the friendship would fall apart when she would be forced to reject her for reasons to be determined.

Their first semester at their university is an eventful time and both go through life altering events that will have an impact on both when they go home for Winter Break and see each other for the first time in months.

Character B has taken advantage of her first time away from home and explored her understanding of who she is and what's important in the life of an adult woman. In short, she's discovered a bi- side (or gay)and has experimented with other women; realizing that she does have some feelings for her life-long friend and is frightened of what it may mean when they see each other again.

Character A has also had an eventful few months. Through methods to be determined, she woke up one morning with an impressive male package and a need to use it. Through a horamone driven sex drive, it's not exactly a secret in the dorm since she's bagged more than one dorm-mate. Still, there is her crush and unspoken truths that her new outlook will demand that she try to get her friend's to understand and establish a relationship.

When they get together for a reunion and hanging out with other friends, Character B comes out of the closet and claims that she's done with the male half of the species. Character A tells her friend that she has a dick and wants to take the next step...

There are a few things that I would like to explore in this type of story. Things like lactation, potential pregnancy, breast/nipple play as well as anal. as these two learn how to get along and build a life together in this slice-of-life scemnario.

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week of October 23 -30, 2022 is...

The Birth Of A Hotwife/center[]

Note: At this time, I am looking for someone to pick up the role of the hotwife.

Mrs. Karen Waters glanced at her husband through the mirror of the little dressing table in their bedroom with no small amount of trepidation in her heart. She loved him with everything in her and for the 9 years of their marriage; not to mention the 3 years of dating before that, she had never thought of another man, never even been tempted to stray from her vows; she knew that the father of their children had never had eyes for anyone else either. That  alone had made everything so difficult to talk about and just thinking about what this may do to their marriage didn’t bear thinking about at all. When his eyes met hers in the reflection, she offered him a timid, reassuring smile just before her eyes dropped and she returned her attention to the mirror and her careful application of the moist looking red lipstick. "Take a deep breath Honey, I know this isn't our first choice and I'm not any more comfortable with it than you are." She lied as smoothly as she could for his sake; the fact was that while she was worried about what the night held and her nerves  felt like hornets in her belly, she was praying that this worked, or she had a very real fear that their marriage may not last to the end of the year. How had things come to this!

As reluctant as they were to take this step, they really didn't have any other options left;  to save their marriage, they had to put it., and their little family,  at risk. To make matters worse, each of them blamed themselves for the ... situation that had brought them to this point. But, if they didn't do something drastic, their future together couldn’t survive the stresses that both were under. "It's our last option, Baby."

For 11 years, they had been devoted to each other, and their 3 children; they had been happy for so long that Karen had tried, for nearly a year, to keep her condition secret from Will. Karen, as hard as she tried, had not experienced an orgasm from their lovemaking since the birth of their youngest child, 13-month-old Wendy.
She had finally resorted to faking it to save his feelings, and she had hoped, their marriage until the situation corrected itself; she found excuses to avoid  lovemaking to the point that if they made love once a month, she felt more anxiety about the event than if she had done it nightly. Finally, the stress started to affect their family and she had to tell him the truth.

She didn’t know, hell, neither of them knew , what had happened; but suddenly, he wasn’t hitting the magical places that he had always been so perfect at, and  he was done before she was even close. More times than she could count, after he was sleeping, she had found herself in the bathroom with her vibrator; until a few months ago, she hadn’t ever seen a vibrator! Now she had to hide in the bathroom to find her own  release.

Finally, Karen had told him the truth and while it had hurt him, they had started to work, as a couple, to find some sort of a solution. In the end, every effort had met failure and not even a therapist could do more than suggest the drastic option that had led to tonight.

Karen sat down the lipstick, rose from the little table, and smiled that smiled that she reserved only for him as she looked up at her husband with all of the love that she held for him, "Everything's going to be ok, Honey. We'll do this and then it'll be over... Just one evening, I promise." She turned in a slow 360 to show off the sexy little emerald dress for him, "How do I look?" She had bought the dress for the occasion and the green of the dress showed off her green eyes and her shoulder length red curls... almost as much as it showed off her nicely toned legs and a little more cleavage than he was really comfortable with.

Will sighed and slipped his arms about his wife and pressed his hips against her lovely rump, "What do you think? If it were up to me, I'd keep us here and make love with you all night long." But that was the problem, He would find his climax, but the best that she would get out of it was more frustration and another fight tomorrow.

Karen smiled wanly and touched his cheek, "If we could, you know that I would, Love."

The Therapist had recommended a website that catered to men looking for hook up's with married women and after a week of looking at profiles, they had found one that didn't mind her husband being involved; they had set a date to meet and, if all went well, bring him back home for a threesome; hoping with each moment that it might bring the spark back into their marital bed.

The man that they had settled on, Daniel, "Dan" was a man with a similar build to Will and was a professional in an investment firm in the next city to the west. He was a couple of years younger than they were, but he seemed to be perfect for their needs      "When are we supposed to meet him?"

Will looked at his watch, "In about 20 minutes."

The meeting had gone better than expected and soon an awkward silence filled the bedroom as Karen slipped to her knees and slipped her hand inside of Dan's pants...

Three hours later, Will sat in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey before him as he heard Karen scream again from upstairs. The threesome had lasted all of 10 minutes before she had seemingly totally forgotten that he was in the room; Will wasn’t even sure if she realized that he had left to listen to her shout obscenities, scream and yell out “Yes! God Yes!” at least half a dozen times, the last one, just a couple of minutes before, had been “Oh my God! yes Fuck my ass!” It hadn't helped Will’s sense of masculinity that Dan had not only turned out to be bigger than will, but Karen had been so... willing to give Dan the one thing she had refused him all of those years: her ass.

Twenty minutes later, dan came down, whistling and without a second look, left through the front door. Not long afterward, Karen called for him in a dazed tone and he had climbed up the stairs. His wife was naked, slumped on her crossed forearms; her bare ass upturned with red palm prints decorating her cheeks. “I’m sorry Honey.” She said breathlessly, “I feel horrible about forgetting about you.” But it had been the next thing that she had said that stunned him... "When can we do it again."

True, he had gotten an erection at seeing her, his loving wife, taken by another man, but could he stand to do this again?

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[Blinkin]

With the impending Holiday Season nearly here, I thought that I would offer something with them in mind. So, for the week of November 6 - 13, 2022, I'm offering a Christmas Romance. Remember, there's only53 more shopping days left!

Under The Mistletoe

It started innocently enough. A Christmas party with friends, wine and song, flirting and teasing. In this particular case, Laura Wells was attending the party of long time friends and their son, John. While she had watched John grow up, she hadn't ever imagined what having him as a student in her history class would be like; the admiring looks when he thought that she didn't notice, the over-eagerness to please, the sweet but clumsy attempts to flirt between classes. She knew that he was crushing on her and had been since he was 12 or 13.

But Laura had kept things professional and she hoped, with time, John's infatuation with her would ease and find a more appropriate target in the form of one of the girls in his classes... He wasn't a bad looking boy by any means, she could admit to herself.

Laura really couldn't find a reason for what happened that night. She could say that it had been the wine, she could say that it had been the relaxed gathering, she could even blame the mistletoe, if she wanted to lie to herself. In the light of day, She could never be sure in her own mind why  she couldn't explain how it had happened. She had kissed a lot of guys under the mistletoe that hung over the living room entrance; it had always been playful little smacks in the tradition of the season, after all. But, she had found herself under the mistletoe with John wanting his kiss; the teasing, daring way he had encouraged her... but it didn't matter. She had kissed her student under the mistletoe!

It hadn't been a peck, like she intended, but a real, serious, passionate lip-lock that had left her stunned... and in spite of her intention, pulled down into it with the sudden realization that her body was reacting in all of the ways that she knew that it shouldn't. That kiss had opened her eyes just as it had blown her socks off! By the time they parted from one another, with breathless gulps of air, she knew that she was in trouble for more than a kiss with a student.

Now, it was the first day of school in the new year and she wasn't sure what she was going to do to handle the young man's affections... or her own betraying heart as she waited anxiously for the first class of the day; what she could do to keep herself from anotherkiss.

[Blinkin]

[]center]The Offering for the week of November 13-20 is a new concept; you will be the ones seeing it for the first time below. Enjoy![/center]

Note: I have specific expectations for this story concept that has nothing whatsoever to do with pain, punishment or objects such as whips, cat-o-nines, ball-gags, knives or needles. For the creative, this should not be a burdensome issue. I am not looking for, or intend to play a pain slut or similar personage. Anyone seeking this type of character relationship need not apply.

The Secret Auction

For those in the know, with the right connections, or simply lucky enough to stumble across it,will receive the special invitations that list only a date, a website and a password. The heavy, expensive stock is always one of a kind, embossed in 24 ca rot gold leaf to participate in an annual event that has continued non-stop for more than 75 years.

In the last days of 1945, The merchandise was portfolio's of color photographs of mainly European stock, with a select few oriental pieces for variety; each entry supported by a thorough pedigree and listing of background that were even, sometimes, true. Finally, the minimum acceptible offer,, an international telephone number and exacting time frame for bids to be made. 50,000 Pounds Sterling was considered a bargain basement deal.

Now, in the first quarter of the 21st century,the World Wide Web and the digital world hosts the event and if you didn't have assets in the 8 digit range, you simply didn't get an invitation. In fact, if you didn't have the required  appendages, you didn't exist in their eyes. You could say that if you were less than 12", you might embarrass yourself.

What, you might wonder, is being sold and to whom. To put it simply,highly trained, beautiful specimens of humanity; willing and eager young women from all over the world are being sold to the highest futa, futinari, hermaphrodite, dick-girls across the face of the planet for the express purpose of sexual gratification and a variety of services beyond the imaginations of the most corrupt politician buying next years elections.

Tonight, 30 young women will be up for bid at The Secret Slave Auction. Will you be merchandise, or client?

[Blinkin]

Ok, this is a really bare bone story concept and all comers are welcome.

I'm looking for a person of either gender to pick up the role of a teacher, professor, coach or staff member at a high school or university. The character can be single, divorced, widowed, happily or unhappily married. Everything is on the table.

He will be the crush or love interest of MC, a female student between the ages of 16-19 who has led a fairly sheltered life up to recent weeks/months. She'll be a little on the petite side with small breast, a slender figure and is undeniably a woman.

The crux of the story revolves around a seduction, an active sex drive and the pitfalls of conducting a taboo relationship. Other events/plot twist will appear and be resolved, but ideally, I would like to see a story that can stand the test of time as the character's mature and gain experience in life.

If interested in the basic idea, drop me a PM

[Blinkin]

The Offering for the week of November 28 - December 6, 2022 is (drum roll please):

The Inheritance

Keith Richards was a bastard of the first order; a behind the scenes mover and shaker in Sin City itself. He was ruthless, cruel and some said mad, But he was a successful mad bastard and had a golden touch when it came to getting his way; in the end, he always got his way. At least until he died of a massive heart attack in bed; as it happened to be, he was found  with a 17 year old stripper.

The one time that Keith hadn't had it his way, the only time that he had ever lost was when Wendy, his first wife and one time stripper, managed to divorce him and take his only son, Michael away from him. Wendy had been the first woman to discover and understand just what sort of monster that Keith was. Other than her son, she walked away with little more than what was deemed necessary for Michael's needs; little enough for 5 years of abuse and torment, but she had wanted nothing more than to get her son away from her husband before he could taint their son with his depravity.

After the divorce,The first year of freedom was difficult for mother and child; the wrath of Keith Richards  was powerful and insidious; Wendy would never look back at that year with pride, but she knew in her heart that she had done it to secure Michael's future. With the little that she got out of the divorce and earned during those dark days, Wendy left Las Vegas and began over again in a new place, with a new life for her and  Michael; trying to leave the memories of her life in 'Vegas behind them.

In time, Wendy remarried to a kind, loving man who treated Michael like his own flesh and blood; happily adopting Michael as his own son. As the years passed, Michael grew up, never knowing his biological father and Without the influence of the cruel man, Michael grew up to be the kind of young man that his mother and stepfather hoped for him to be.
For 14 years, their lives were satisfying and full of love and respect. At least until the day that a man appeared with papers requiring that she and Michael return one last time to the place that it had all started.
In a letter from Ala firm in Las Vegas, mother and son learned that  Keith had left his entire fortune, all 1.2 billion (With a B) to Wendy and Michael as soul beneficiaries; Wendy wanted nothing to do with the estate, but she wouldn't deny Michael his due. So, with intense wariness, they traveled back to the city where it had all began to hear the reading of the Last Will and Testament of Keith Michael Richards... and discover just how far Keith would reach from the grave for his revenge and pound of flesh.




The wall of windows separated Wendy Harris from the downpour that turned the night lights of the city into blurred lines and swirls. If she didn't know better, she would of sworn on a stack of bibles that Keith had arranged for the reading of his Will on the night of the worst storm Las Vegas had seen in decades. It looked like the city might actually get nearly all of it's expected yearly rainfall in just one night.

The 38 year old former stripper had aged well and retained the beauty that had once attracted the eyes of a monster in a man's body. Her midnight hair wasn't quite as long, it was actually a more appropriate mop that left her slender neck bare and accentuated the shoulders of an athletic figure that was just a shade top-heavy and had turned, with the years, a little soft in all the right places;
fortunately, the mature curves only added to the figure under the skirt  suit that she had worn for the meeting. Deep, dark blue eyes seemed to see nothing beyond the glass; in fact if not for the jiggling foot in it's 2" slingbacks, she might of been in a trance. But, Michael had seen her like this before and knew that she was reliving some point in the past that this city provoked; a place she had never wanted to see again.

The admin cleared her throat and rose, "Mr. Swanky will see you now, Mrs. Richards."

Wendy's eyes blinked and she rose, her handbag held close, "My name is Harris, I haven't been Richards in a long, long time." While her voice was smooth, and refined, the tone was perhaps too sharp as they were led down a hall and into the office of the president of the firm, John Swanky.

"Please, sit down Mrs. Harris, Mr. Harris. I wish to apologize for the hour and the delay; the terms of the will are quite specific and the time was  exacting." He smiled rely to the two visitors for a moment before he lowered himself to the seat behind his desk. "I must admit that the terms, while legal in and of themselves, are distasteful and I have no idea how it ever got probated... but it was and therefore, I must abide by it's dictates."

Wendy returned the rye smile and shook her head, "Keith was a demanding bastard, Mr. Swanky. Nothing would surprise me about his will. I wish to state now that I want nothing to do with the estate; I'm only here to insure that my son gets his due." She motioned to Michael and nodded again to the attorney, "Please, lets get this overwith."

Michael looked from one to the other. His mother had never talked badly of his birth father, but that was because she never spoke of him at all... or, for that matter, her years spent in 'Vegas. "I don't understand. It's just a will, right? Everything's set and ready to go."

Swanky sighed and shook his head as he leaned back in his chair, "I'm afraid that it's not always so cut and dry. This will in particular is unlike any that I have seen before and there are conditions to the execution of the instrument. Rather than reading the whole will to you, I'll simply say that the entire estate of Keith Michael Richards is to be split between the two of you.... I'm sorry Mrs. Harris, but if you refuse to accept your portion of the estate, then all of it goes to a Ms. Debra Barns... I understand that you worked for her at one point?"

Wendy merely nodded, her teeth clenched at the year of her life that she had worked so hard to forget. "Yes, I worked at her whore house for a short time." She refused to look at her son and simply stared daggers at the attorney, "Please continue."

Swanky adjusted his glasses. "Again, I find the terms disturbing, but they are out of my hands. Please understand that." He lifted the document from his desk and examined it carefully. "In order for the two of you to inherit, you must... couple... with your son, Mrs. Harris."

Michael jumped up with a shocked expression that was only slightly less than his mothers. "What?!?No, forget it, we're not doing-"

"Michael, please sit down and be patient." The tone of his mother was as firm as steel and he dropped back into his seat. "Continue, please." she said coldly.

Swanky swallowed and continued, "You, Mrs. Harris, must be penetrated, I'm paraphrasing and using more polite terms, please understand... you must be penetrated by your son's... um mm... manhood three times. Vaginally, orally and.. anally." He paused and looked down again, "Failure to abide by these terms will result in the entire estate reverting to Ms. Barns; there is a no contest clause in the Will, I'm afraid."

Wendy sat unloving for a moment before she spoke. "I'll do it, for my son."

"Mom! No way! It's sick, it's-" He struggled for a term that would fit, "-evil." His own horror at the terms unsettled him enough without his mother agreeing to them.

Wendy shook her head again, "It's a small enough price to pay, Sweetheart and you deserve the money. I'll take care of everything."

"Mom!"

", listen to me Michael.... continue Mr. Swanky."

The attorney looked again at the document, "It will be recorded and reviewed by-" he cleared his throat and blushed, "-me. if all conditions are met, then I will award the estate... oh, neither you or Michael may employ contraceptives and you must complete the... acts in theirentirity."

Wendy sighed, "More than a pound of flesh Keith." she said softly. "You're not going to get to  me, you bastard."

[Blinkin]

Just one more week to go. In appreciation of the season, this week's offering is:

[centerX-Mas III: The Search For Mr. Clause![/center]

The adorably  cute face of a young woman, her glossy chestnut hair cascading about the shoulders of a red coat with white fur trim gave the camera a nervous look as she cleared her throat and smiled brightly... or at least what might be bright on other women when they were trying to fake it. "Hi, my name is Sandy... Sandy Clause." She nervously pats down her hair and clears her throat again. "You probably won't believe this, but I'm the daughter of Chris and Evelyn Clause.... yeah, that Mr. and Mrs. clause."

As the camera pulls back, it reveals her slender hourglass form in what could only be called an updated version of the iconic Santa suit; a santa suit that did little to hide her ample assets in a snow bunny outfit. As the camera retreats further, the sight of an empty workshop is revealed; work table sized for children
sit scattered in the background. But what draws the eye is what sits Directly behind Sandy; a huge glass paned window that shows off a snow covered landscape with a slanted red and white striped pole off to one side. A red light flashed on the tip as if it announced itself as the north pole.

Sandy cleared her throat again before she continued, "For the first time in centuries, there isn't a male Clause to pick up the... well, reins of the reindeers and make the annual runs  with the red bag, you know? When a Father Christmas passes," She sniffles a little and wiped ay tear away with a knuckle, " I mean, duh, accidents happen, right?" She grinned weakly, "Anyway, when a Father Christmas passes, the red suit passes to the next generation." She started to move; although a sashay might be a better term for the way that she moved, through a set of open double doors. \

Beyond the double doors she revealed what looked like a large barn with a red and white sleigh in the center. "This presents us, no pun intended,  with a problem. You see.... There has always been a Father Christmas and, therefore, the Association of non-aligned Holiday Personages isn't ready for a Daughter Christmas any more than the US was ready for a female President in the 2016election..." She rolled her eyes at the camera and grinned a little more sincerely, "I will not be called "Mother Christmas!" I'm only, like, 22 and not even seriously dating, never mind ready to start punching out little Baby Christmases yet."

Sandy ran her hand along the glossy finish of the sleigh and sighed softly, "Unfortunately, Daddy got too caught up in the traditions of the season and forgot that the world isn't as full of Christmas cheer these days... I mean, when was the last time that someone walked up to you and said, "Hey Dude, be of good cheer!", you know?" she sighed and sniffled softly, " Daddy went down the wrong chimney in Newark and surprised a couple of burglars... let me tell you, getting his body back was a stone cold bitch, even with the help of the elv-... umm, the Holiday Emergency Retrieval Team... Yeah, I know, someone in some forgotten back office of the Holiday Archival and Information Department must be really bored with coming up with these things... Imagine how much fun it has to be to come up with seasonal orientated street and building names, you know?"

Sandy shook her head and pulled out a red hanky with a little white fur accent, blew her nose loudly and wiped away another tear.  "So, it's all been dumped into my lap and on top of dealing with everything to do with Christmas, and let me tell you, it's a full time job all year long, I have to find a husband in the next 11 months to take Daddy's place, or the Holiday Council will designate a new Santa Clause from the ranks of eager young personages to fill the role. Jack Frost has been trying to take over Christmas for, I don't know, 8 or 9 centuries?" She rolled her eyes again and continued, "If that happens, they'll be Throwing both me and Mom out in the snow with nothing but what we're wearing." A sheepish grin crosses her lovely features for just a moment before she continues. "Well, I've never been one for taking the traditional route, so instead of roaming bars, going to church, speed dating and using match making services..."She wrinkled her nose cutely," Do you know how many creeps are on those things?! Anyway, I'm going high tech! There just isn't time for doing it slow and easy... This youtube video is only the first step, I'm putting up a website to let  all the peeps in the world know that I'm on the hunt, give a list of qualifications and an application to submit-" she winks with a mischievous grin, "-to me... an application for trying to become Mr. Clause and Father Christmas... if you have the gun loaded, so to speak."

Sandy straightened her Santa Snow Bunny outfit and highlighted her boobage again, "Whatcha got to lose fellas? Even if I'm totally nuts, you gotta admit that I'm smokin' Hot with a sizzle at the end! You could do worse than bouncing the headboard with me, even if you do have to spend the rest of your life dealing with labor disputes, hard deadlines, wearing a Santa suit and jiggling belly... Hey, I like a belly that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly!" She wrinkled her nose cutely again, Oh, and the smell of farting old reindeer, right? So click on the link below and tell me that you're going to be My Mr. Clause."

The video ends with a blast of static and the web address of her site, 'www.xmas.3.thesearchformr.clause.com/app/sandy.hubbysearch.prg/'

Ok, fella's and fellettes, this is a seasonal attempt to create a fun, humorous story about a young woman... is she really Nick's daughter? and the man/men who she's trying out to be her husband and father of Christmas. I'll be playing Sandy and I'm looking for someone to play the prospective love (or just lust) interest. I'm expecting a lot of fun and silly moments as they rush through all the steps and, as the deadline approaches, get a ring on her finger before who knows what happens.

If you are still interested, drop me a PM and we'll talk.

[Blinkin]

The offering for the week starting December 25, 2022, and Merry Christmas to all!

On The First Day Of Christmas, My Mom Gave To Me...

when Jessica Warner found some magazines, papers and a stained hand towel under her teenage son's mattress while changing his sheets, she hadn't thought much about it at the time; teenage boys were, after all,  notorious for their tendencies toward master bation and she believed that master bation was, ultimately, a much safer and healthier form of relief in their sexual growth. At least until she actually looked at the subject matter in the stash.

What she found when she took a closer look at the magazines, She felt like her legs were about to give out; the room spun and she had to sit down before she fell down! Every last bit of it, the magazines, the printed stories and pictures, everything was about  just one thing; about older women; mothers... with their sons! What did it mean? was he fantasizing about her when he jerked off?Was he looking at her like that? She carefully put everything back and left the room; her mind in conflict over her discovery.

Over the next few weeks, Jessica considered  and struggled with what she had found; trying to think of something, some way that she might  redirect his interest into healthier pursuits. Finally, she decided that the only way to break his fasenation was to let him get it out of his system... She had an idea that was both terribly wrong, and the only thing that came to her conflicted heart. She would give herself to him so he could get it out of his system... she hoped that it would, at least.

When he woke up Christmas morning and went to see what "Santa" had left him, all he found was a card with his name on it. Maybe she was giving him money this year? Tickets to concert? A gift card? When he opened the envelope, all that was inside was a Christmas card and the words, "Your Christmas Present is in your bedroom, Sweetheart. Enjoy it to your heart's content." Confused, he returned to his bedroom to find the door closed. When he opened it, he found his stash of porn on his bed...with his mother in his bed; naked except for a ribbon about her breasts.

Jessica smiled weakly, "Merry Christmas, Sweetheart."

[Blinkin]

For this week (1/15/23-1/22/23), I’m looking to fill abandoned roles in some of my older story threads. I do not expect anyone to just step up and take on a role without putting your own mark on it, so I’m happy to revamp, reboot or reimagine any of the story threads to better suit a prospective partners taste. All that I ask is that the core of the story be maintained whenever possible.

In each of the below story threads, I’ll list the role that I would play, the role that I’m trying to fill and a short blurb about the story concept. Some of these are quite old, and if the original  partner wishes to pick it back up again, I would be thrilled to discuss the option.

His Son’s Girlfriend
MC: Catherine Sanchez
YC: Peter Wallace

When Catherine, the new girlfriend of Eric Wallace meets his father, sparks fly and the young woman finds herself overwhelmed as the father decides to stake a claim for himself. Finding her a reluctant, but stary eyed girl, he he lays claim to more than her bubble butt!

Changing Mom’s Mind
MC: Kevin Reynolds
YC: Joann Reynolds

When an 18 year old geek perfects a device to alter the very beliefs of a target, he decides to test it on his mother. Just how far will he go as the power to change her mind begins to change his?

My Boyfriend’s Back And I Could Be In Trouble!
MC: Heather O’Neil
YC: Nathan Ross, various futa characters

When an old sweetheart appears at a private school previously strictly attended by futa and their female playthings appears in the first wave of co-ed students, An unapologetic futa addicted whore has to hide her activities as she tries to renew a relationship with a boy who, she’s afraid to discover, may not measure up.

The Kiss
MC: Scott Parker
YC: Ramona

When the high school geek wins a date with one of the hottest cheerleaders in school, it’s a dream come true for him. When the night is done and he knocks her socks off with a kiss, it may well be a nightmare for her as she struggles with a boyfriend she doesn’t  and a boy that her friends wouldn’t accept.

The Adventures of Doria Waters
MC: Chris Waters, Various Lovers
YC: Doria Waters

When a good marriage starts to hit a rocky shore, the couple gets creative, and a hotwife is born. Can the marriage hold together when hubby can’t do anything but support his wife’s needs?