Captain Erotica's Story Ideas

[CaptainErotica]

  A slight rush of air brushes past your ear followed by the smooth glide of silk across your Brow as your blindfold is removed. As your eyes adjust you find yourself in a room whose Decor can't decide if it wants to be the seventies, eighties or modern. The carpet is a lush purple shag. The bed is a heart-shaped waterbed and there is a lava lamp on the nightstand. The walls are painted a deep red with black trim. Get Down Tonight by KC And The Sunshine Band plays softly through cleverly hidden speakers mounted in each corner of the room.

"Welcome to my secret lair."

For those who don't know me, allow me to make a brief introduction. My name is Captain Erotica, but my friends just call me CaptainE, Captain or Ero. I have been a member of Elliquiy since 2006 - sadly I think I've been AFK more often than I've been around. I like to think that I am easy to get along with and easy to write with. I can take on a multitude of different roles or personas. Odds are if you are looking for a particular craving I can probably help you write it, as long as I don't have too many other ongoing stories. So if you have a story idea you'd like to try or if any of the ideas on this thread catch your eye feel free to PM me and we can see what we can come up with.

***Updated 15 May 2025***

Currently available for Stories/RP's.

FANDOMS  & SETTINGS(Generally OC Characters with possible canon characters)

Battletech (Craving)
Battlestar Galactica (Craving)
Borderlands (Craving)
Star Wars
Star Trek
Walking Dead
Reality Dating Shows
Deadlands(Weird West)
Mafia
Fantasy Setting like D&D
Military veteran

Wild West
70's
Cyberpunk
Modern Day
Horror
Comedy
Action

NEWGoblin GirlCraving

I do not have a plot or story yet but, I really want to play as a goblin girl using the below photos as inspiration. If you have any ideas or want to do a story involving a goblin girl, let's work out the details.

Goblin girl

NEWFinding SilenceCraving

Setting: 1970's America
Plot: MC is recently returned from Vietnam and struggling to come to grips with the horrors both witnessed and committed there, while also dealing with a country who seems to hate him. His only guiding light is his sister, who has secretly held more than platonic feelings for him. What happens when they suddenly find themselves living together or otherwise getting closer to one another?

I don't mind switching the female's relationship to something like a former friend or lover. I'd even be okay with her being a new girl in his life, though it takes away from his backstory slightly. The important part is them dealing with everything he is going through as a returning soldier from a war many people despised.

Below is an opener from a previous attempt that I'm hoping to use as the opening. We can change up any details that need to be changed.

Opener

We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Cause girl there’s a better life for me and you



As the animals crooned on about how terrible their life was and how they had to escape it, the man at the bar stared intently into the three-quarter empty glass of watered-down beer. Like an overstressed salary man perched on a rooftop staring down at the cars and people flitting around several stories below, the man stared into the glass as if diving headfirst into the sweet savory blend of hops and barley could put him out of his misery and send his tortured and mutilated soul to the depths of hell where it belonged.

The man sighed heavily. Unfortunately for him it wouldn’t work. Lord knew he had tried. He had sat on this very stool, at this run down dive bar nearly every night, since returning from Nam, a little over two years ago, contemplating exactly the same thing. Why not just end it? This charade other’s called life. Halfway around the world in as small village, surrounded by dense jungle, Death had already taken his soul. The man had prayed at first. Prayed that either the reaper or God himself would come and finish the job and destroy the lifeless bag of meat his dead soul was trapped in. After six months of unanswered prayers, the man had given up on any help from the divine and had spent the years between then and now trying to work up the courage to take care of the problem himself.

Perhaps the only reason he had not yet gone through with it was Sera. His baby sister. Whether she knew it or not Sera provided the only spark of joy left inside him. She had always been his light in the darkness even before he had been shipped off to Vietnam. As her older brother he had done everything possible to be the best big brother any girl could hope for. Like any siblings they had their fights and arguments but had always remained close. That bond -at least on his end- had only been strengthened by his time in Vietnam. Memories of her soothing voice and infection smile had kept him somewhat sane in such an unsane world. Every soldier who hopped off Huey into that god forsaken place hopped back on with a piece of their sanity missing in action. Anyone who told you otherwise was full of shit or in denial. The lucky ones liker Thomas had someone back home to keep them anchored. For many it was their wife, or their mother. For Thomas it had been Sera.

Their time together since Thomas had returned home had been scarce with her being off at college all the way out west in San Francisco, while he had been bouncing around from place to place. It was bad enough being so far away from her, but that was nothing compared to how he found himself feeling around her. His rather plain sister had blossomed into a beautiful young woman while he was away. A pretty little thing who, thought nothing of running around in front of him in nothing but her undergarments, or pressing her perky young breasts up against him when they embraced. The fact that she was the sole person in this world who could comfort him and bring him back from the brink of madness when the walls closed in around him only enhanced the feelings of need and desire he suddenly found himself having whenever she was around. Sera was his sister and thus was off limits sexually. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. But more and more he was finding those words to ring hollow. If he loved her and she loved him, did it really matter if they were related?

The Animals had given way to Steely Dan when the darkness began to cloud his thoughts. Over in the corner of the bar a young kid of maybe six or seven was playing pinball. He was standing in a chair leaned over the machine, smiling like a virgin on prom night as the flippers flipped and the metal ball pinged and ponged around the machine. For Thomas those sound had become something else and the bar was no longer a bar. Thomas was on a chopper flying over the jungle with five other soldiers. The pinging of the pinball became the plinking of metal on metal as high caliber round ripped into the underside of their ride. One of the men suddenly jumped up, screaming hands cupping his groin, where a red read stain was spreading. Several more bullets whizzed around the passenger compartment, ricocheting around the tight metal space. Thomas felt a thud between his own legs, and gave a startled cry of mixed panic and relief. Unlike his unlucky comrade, Thomas had remembered to sit on his helmet to help prevent just such a catastrophe.

Thankfully he zoned back to reality, before that particular memory could infest his brain further, by the muffled voice of someone next to him speaking. He looked to his left to see another man sliding onto the stool next to his.

“You say something?”

“I was just wondering who the hell brings their kid to a bar.”

“The bar tender. Carol’s a single mom. Her husband is probably lying dead in rice paddy over in Nam. Or he found himself some VC mama-san. Either way he ain’t coming home.”

The other man took a moment to look his new drinking buddy over. One look at Thomas’ long, greasy, unkempt hair and beard was all it took for the man to know he had done time in the bush. If he was a bit short on intellect then the faded, dirty jeans and well-worn army fatigue jacket with the insignias and patches ripped off should have been a dead giveaway.
“So, you were in the shit?”

Thomas answered him with a look. And not a good one.

“Yeah, me too man. I seen some shit man.”

Thomas knew the guy was so full of crap it was the reason his eyes were brown. The guy was dressed in designer bellbottoms and a silk button up t-shirt that looked like it cost more than Thomas made in his three and a half years of service. The closest this asshole had been to Nam was watching about it on the news. Underneath the bar, Thomas clenched and unclenched his fist, trying hard to think of a good reason not to rearrange the mans face. Instead, he reached out and drained the last vestiges of his beer. The sour remnants scoured his brain bringing him fully back to the here and now.

“I gotta go. Nice meeting you pal.”

Outside, he stumbled over to the grey and blue Ohio Bell payphone at the far end of the parking lot. Fumbling around in his front pocket he sifted through the lint and spare change, until he found the fifteen cents required to make a long distance call. It took three tries for the finicky machine to accept his nickel. “Come on you fucker!” When the phone finally accepted his money he dialed Sera’s number in San Francisco. It was two in the morning her time.

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NEWBest Daddy EverCraving

Setting: Modern Slice of Life, DD/Princess(little girl, sub)

Plot: MC strives to a Daddy Dom. He finds the very idea of it exciting. The problem is he has not been very good at it. His relationships just keep ending in drastic and often dramatic fashion. Desperate he stumbles upon a deal too good to be true. A guaranteed way to find his perfect match. Maybe finding his perfect match will also mean finally living out his dream of being the perfect daddy dom.

Based on the opening below, the premise is slightly different from the original story, which was supposed to be more about a girl with a deadly curse. I would be fine keeping that element but the way I wrote the post didn't quite feel like a dom with all of his ducks in a row. It felt more like a guy just trying to survive his latest break up.  I'm open to modify this idea to better suit my writing partner so feel free to toss your ideas out there. 

opener

One Month Ago…

“Baby, calm down. Baby! Don’t you-” Chase ducked a fifty thousand dollar vase homing in on his pretty boy face like a heat seeking missile. It shattered against the white marble mantle of the fireplace. “Fuck you Chase!” Another projectile this time a half full crystal decanter of the most expensive scotch money could buy, streaked toward him. He cried out in pain as it nicked his head which he turned to the side watching his icy blue eyes widening as the decanter landed in the fire place and exploded. The fire which had nearly died down to embers roared back to life infused with an alcohol injection. “I’m telling you the truth, Becky! That isn’t me!”

“That isn’t your dick in that blonde headed bimbo’s mouth?” The short fiery redhead tossed a clear file full of pictures at the taller man. The file bounced off of his well toned chest spilling the photos all over the black and white tiled floor. Most of the ones that landed face up showed a blonde woman dressed in rd lingerie in various stages of fellatio. None of the pictures showed the man’s face the only revealing evidence being a set of washboard abs. Chase picked up one of the pictures and scoffed at it before waving it toward Becky. “Come on Becky. You know that’s not my dick. I’m big, but not that big! Someone is trying to set me up.”

He turned an exasperated look on his face as Becky snorted and stormed off. She stopped at the door fumbling to remove a key from her key ring.”I won’t be needing this anymore.” she grunted tossing it at Chase. It clattered to the floor several feet short of the target. “You can toss all of my shit. Seeing any of it would just make me want to vomit. Have fun with Blondie.”

“Becky wait! Come on,” he pleaded to her backside until the door slammed shut hard enough to knock his framed photo of him and Becky at a Saints game off the wall. Just as well, Chase sighed sadly as he listened to the glass shatter and watched the tiny shards spread out across the floor. The photo was from two years ago. It had been his longest relationship thus far.

“R.I.P. Becky,” he whispered sadly before heading to the bedroom to gather up the burned and charred silk bed sheets that he had been comfortably sleeping with when Becky had come in and set them on fire. Looking down at the angry red skin on his forearm he sighed. How he had managed to escape with nothing but the equivalent to a minor sunburn was beyond him. A miracle really.  “Women, “he told the empty room.

Two weeks Ago…

Chase was seated behind a Texas sized mahogany desk scrolling though an online catalog of BDSM themed masquerade ball costumes. There was a semi-secret underground auction ball coming up in Chicago that he was planning on attending. It was secret in that most people never heard about it or even knew such things existed. Only people who lived the life style and even then they were usually by invitation only. These sorts of parties weren’t for everyone but, Chase enjoyed them. They were also a good way to meet new people. Ever since Becky had nearly burned him alive his sex life had existed of bad Internet Porn or Theatre of the Mind starring Chase LaCroix. Finding women wasn’t normally a problem for him. He was young, rich and boyishly handsome like Leonardo Di’Caprio around the time titanic came out. But, ever since the break up with Becky things had changed. It had become harder somehow.  He knew he was picky but, the past few weeks it seemed like the only ones interested in him  ranged anywhere from three to five on the CLC (Chase LaCroix) fuckability scale. Sure sex wasn’t everything in a relationship but, let’s face it. You weren’t going to date someone if you had interest in smashing them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an email from someone named Doctor Koga. Confused since he did not know any doctors by that name he checked it for viruses before opening it. The more he read the more he started to think the email was a prank or someone’s idea of a joke. Most likely the same person who had framed him and ruined his relationship with Becky. Whoever it was seemed to know a lot about his current lack of a sex life. Which meant it had to be someone he knew well. Only handful of people knew the whole story. Still hoax or not he had to admit he found it quite interesting. According the mail this Doctor Yuuji Boga and his team had created a way to create the perfect match for anyone. It was still in testing of course and he had been chosen as a test candidate. Ir came with series of surveys and forms to fill. Not really expecting to hear back from anybody he filled out the forms and sent them out to the good doctor. A few days later he received a silver bracelet etched with gold fillagree along with a brief note explaining how everything was supposed to work. Still thinking it was a hoax, albeit and elaborate and expensive one, he none the less slipped the bracelet on. What was the worst thing that could happen.

As he stood up to leave for the day he felt a sharp prick on his inner wrist just under the bracelet. Chase had just enough time to think, What the fuck, before he dropped back into his high backed leather office chair. When he awoke several hours later he found himself on the couch in his apartment fully clothed and feeling groggy but, otherwise unharmed. He leaped up quickly reaching for his wallet and sighed with relief to find everything still there. So it hadn’t been a robbery or a kidnapping and he wasn’t hurt. So what the hell had just happened? He was still wondering about the answer to that question two weeks later when the day of the big underground auction arrived.

Today

Chase entered the Hellfire Club dressed to kill. His suit was made of deep purple silk that costs more than most peoples car. His black pants and black silk shirt were custom fit, showing off his fit form while still giving his skin room to breathe. His short light brown hair was fashioned in a slightly unkempt look. Moving to his usual table in a far corner of the club her sat down and surveyed the scene. Dozens upon dozens of writhing dancing bodies covered or not so covered in leather, latex and everything in between. Many people wore masks and almost without exception everyone was either wearing a collar or holding a leash. Along one wall was a series of cages where half or fully naked men and women squirmed around inside to the tune of the house music, which mostly drowned out the sounds of pleasure and pain coming from the various side rooms. In many of the occupied booths couples were going at it. It was pure sextopia and Chase was loving every moment of it.

His attention was drawn to a woman at the bar. Unlike many of the other club goers who were dressed in black and reds, she wore a sexy looking pink skirt with a white top. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the white collar. A submissive, a single one to be more precise. Which meant she was fair game. He watched her slip past some beaded curtains into a private area of the club. After a moment he drained his scotch and moved over to the room. Parting the beads he peeked in. He saw her sitting on a red velvet couch along with a few others as one of the performers was setting up for a show.  Making his way to another door further down he entered a small dressing room area where several naked women were waiting to be led out into the room. He waited for the man to duck into the room and then whispered in his ear, nodding toward the girl who was barely visible through the curtains, slipping him a hundred dollar bill. The man smiled and nodded.

Satisfied, Chase left the room and went over to what looked like an ordinary full length mirror near the back of the club. He produced another bill for the bouncer who activated a switch which caused the mirror to slide to the right revealing a staircase leading down. It slid closed again a few moments after Chase descended.

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NEWThe Goldfield KidnappingCraving
Setting: modern Day
Story: This would be either a continuation or reboot of a story I started which can be found here.
https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=253521.0
The direction of the story can be changed but, here are a few things I had planned for the story originally.
- The real killer is the sheriff. The girl’s body is laying mostly decomposed at the bottom of an abandoned mine shaft out in the desert miles north of town.
- While definitely unhinged Colt was actually innocent regarding the girls death but, he did in fact kidnap her. When she disappeared his mind doesn’t know how to accept that fact and now that she is back he will do anything to keep her from running away again. In his mind everything he is doing he is doing for her. To help her.
- I see the only way out is for the girl to kill either Colt, the sheriff or both.

[CaptainErotica]

Added a few more ideas.

[CaptainErotica]

More ideas posted.

[CaptainErotica]

new ideas added.

[Belladonna1]

*raises hand and waves*

I'd love to do 'The Island' with you!!

[CaptainErotica]

New ideas added.

[CaptainErotica]

I updated my list so check it out and Pm if anything catches your eye. I'm also open to any of your ideas as well.

[CaptainErotica]

2 new ideas added.

[jazz]

Love  "A Knights Tale" too and would like to do an RP based on it...  Let me know if yiu are interested still...

[CaptainErotica]

I sent you a PM.

[CaptainErotica]

updated!!!

[CaptainErotica]

Updated with a new story idea.

[kid4tutor]

Hey Rob,

I'd like to play a female character if you wanna give it a go.

Number #1 and #7 would be a nice role.
#3 could def be a turn-on, if played well.

Let me know if you're up for it.

× NAIVE

[CaptainErotica]

Updated!!!

[CaptainErotica]

Updated!

[yalda]

Hi Rob! I'm very interested in playing a dominant vampire against your detective who's on her trail, perhaps hiding right under his nose. I have a model here, where I'll expand on her personality soon: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135157.msg6027309#msg6027309

[CaptainErotica]

Added idea #4: Borderlands

[CaptainErotica]

Added idea #5: I'm really craving a good old Western story.

[CaptainErotica]

Updated! There's only one idea for now, but if you have ideas I may be willing to try them as we'll.

[CaptainErotica]

Updated after  long sabatical.

[CaptainErotica]

**Updated the main post.**

[CaptainErotica]

Added three new topic. Take a look and if an of them tickle your muse go ahead and shoot me a PM.

[CaptainErotica]

Updated with a few new story ideas.

[CaptainErotica]

Added new content.

[CaptainErotica]

Bumped! Back and looking for a few good stories.