Grdy's Scratch Pad...SRP ideas, random thoughts and anything in between (closed)

Sometimes I see things and get inspired but there's only so much time in a day so I figured I'd post some stuff here just to relieve the pressure in my brain

If you see something you like, by all means shoot me a pm. Perhaps a thread will be born.

Drill

Audreyelle Daniels

Daughter of a drug lord but unlike the typical kid of a king pin. She doesn't mind the fast life. In fact she loves the danger. But of course her father didn't much want his little girl following in his footsteps. She was a hothead and had already developed quite the reputation as a brawler. It wasn't until she was 17 when he couldn't deny he knack for the life style, particularly enforcement. After her cousin came to her with a broken nose and two black eyes gifted her from her boyfriend, Audreyelle took it upon herself to handle it. The boy didn't know who his girlfriend was related to, her parents did their best to keep her away from her uncle, otherwise he probably would have steered clear. Or at least showed a little restraint, but he didn't so now it was up to her to make things right. She took one of her father's gun and his car over to where her cousin told her he liked to hang out with his boys. They weren't much no worse than the hoods Audreyelle grew up around so she pulled up fast and hopped out of the car like it was nothing. All black on but she'd forgotten to pull the skimask down over her face. It didn't matter though, they didn't see her coming and before anybody could react she'd hit the woman beater in the back of the head with the butt of her father's automatic .38. She gave him a couple more licks once he was down then slipped the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. The safety was on, but that was on purpose. He was unconscious anyway, so she delivered her message to his boys to relay.

"Tell him if he puts his hands on another woman Drill will be back to finish him off."

She got back in her car and drove home. Of course her father knew what she had done before she walked in the door and began chastising her for her foolishness. "That's not how we do business Audreyelle. Not out in the open on a crowded street corner."

"But Daddy how else would he know who did it."

And so Drill was born and 10 years later she'd become her father's left hand. And now her name took on a whole new meaning. She's who he sent to put the screws to anybody who crossed him and more often than not murder wasn't even on the menu. But people knew that if they saw her coming in their direction only meant trouble

Drill

Drill's dad

Ellory Daniels

?????

There has to be a story here I just don't know what yet. Care to help?

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Drill's Homey

Donovan Vanderhugh

Drill's partner in crime and best friend, though recently hes's found himself wanting more. He'd inadvertantly done Ellory a favor while he was doing a bid and the man graciously arranged for his early release. Donny only did 18 months of his nickle for aggravated assault. It should have been attempted murder but his old boss had a great lawyer and got his charges knocked down on a technicality, but still Donny was a little too intense for the Italians to handle so they cut him loose as soon as he was sentenced. Not before putting the money he was owed on his books. He was a dangerous man and even the Mafia didn't want the problems he might bring. They called him "il cane selvaggio"...the wild dog...partly because he was an animal when it came to handling his business, partly because of his muttish bloodline. He never knew his parents, all he knew was that he was born in South Africa some 32 years ago. When he was 12, he was adopted by some missionary, or taken, he wasn't exactly sure since he never saw the paperwork. They brought him to America and attempted to indoctrinate him with their faith but Donny was already a very bad boy and by the time he was 16 he was living on the streets of Philadelphia, surviving the only way he knew how. With his fists.

Fast forward 10 years or so and his released from prison. Ellory Daniels didn't exactly need his assistance but he couldn't turn down the reputation of Donny Vanderhugh. But Donny felt indebted to the man, even if Ellory didn't ask anything of him, saying what he'd done in prison was enough. So he stuck him with his daughter and at first Donny wasn't exactly happy about it. He didn't sign up to be some little girls babysitter but by then Drill wasn't a little girl. Sure she was only 22 but she had already set about making a name for herself. She didn't much need his protection, Donny found that out pretty early on. There was certain chemistry between them when they worked together that soon turned into a more personal relationship that saw them hanging out more often between "jobs". And as time progressed, years went by, Donny couldn't deny a certain attraction to his partner. She was his best friend, something he never had as a kid and accepted him for the very damaged man he was. And he was very protective her, even if she didn't need it. It got to the point he would do anything for her, anything to just be with her. Shopping, holding her hair when she puked after a night of partying, even showed her his most embarrassing set of skills...styling hair...He loved her but he knew she didn't see him that way, if anything Donny was the big brother she never had.

The Man Who Mother Nature Loved

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Or maybe its really how trees really grow...IDK but I love the imagery.

grdybiwife said:

There has to be a story here I just don't know what yet. Care to help?

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"Y'know, I still remember the first time we met." He reached for the flask which was tucked away in his coat, an old and tattered olive-green thing which looked like it was something used in the army. He took a large swig from it, throwing his head back, the strong alcohol filling his mouth. He kept it there for a moment, savoring the flavor before swallowing and letting out a content sigh as he exhaled, his throat heating up as the fumes from the scotch rose up from his stomach.

"Hell, I still remember the date; June 12th, three years ago." He screwed the cap back on and glanced around the corner of the pillar he was leaning against, looking towards the stack of crates on the other side of the room. She was still there, he could see her leg.

"Ya want some?" He put the flask on the floor and shoved it towards her, making it slide across the floor, coming to a stop just behind the crates. "It's scotch. Twenty-five years old. Shit, I was only three years old back then." He let out a groan as he adjusted himself, pushing himself back closer to the pillar.

"Say what ya will 'bout Donny Eights, but he always paid ya on time. He wasn't the best boss or a criminal mastermind, but the money always came in." He made a pause, thinking about the first time he met her. "He sent me to do a deal, cash for coke. I hadn't even worked for him a month, I was still wet behind the ears for fucks sake. But he gave me a bag of cash and forced a gun in my hand, telling me not to worry 'bout it. So I sat down with these shifty-looking fuckers, I think they were from Argentina, and they could smell the fuckin' fear on me. It all went to shit pretty quickly, they pulled their guns on me and I... well, I dropped mine. They just laughed at me as I stood there with my hands in the air, one of them walked up to me and punched me right in the face, making me fall down. That's when all hell broke loose, shots were fired, people were screaming, and I just stayed on the floor, screaming my lungs out, too scared to look. And then, suddenly..." He made a gesture with his hand like something was vanishing. "... silence."

He pushed himself up, his back still pressed against the pillar. He couldn't take any chances, if she got a good look at him... No, not yet.

"I heard footsteps coming closer and looked up, expecting one of 'em to put a bullet in my head. Instead, I saw you. A gun in each hand, looking down on me with contempt in your eyes. Shit, I thought you were with them, but then ya told me to get the fuck up, tossing the bags with the money and the coke in front of me. It wasn't until we talked to Donny again that I realized that you worked for him and that the plan all along was for you to suddenly come in and kill 'em so we would get the cash AND the coke. I was pissed about it then, but now? It was a pretty good plan, to be honest." He pushed the little button on the side of his Beretta, making the empty clip slide out and hit the floor, the metallic sound echoing through the mostly empty room.

"It's a shame what happened to Donny really." He slid another clip in, the last one he had, before cocking it. "I mean, heart attack at thirty-nine? That's bullshit. The gang really fell apart after his death, everyone wanted to be the new boss. Even Mike Szytska, remember that idiot? You and I were the only ones smart enough to walk away, letting the other dipshits have their civil war, effectively killing the gang. And themselves." He paused again, reminiscing about the days that had past. "I... I was actually sad to hear that you started working for Dave Yankow. I kept telling Deidranna that she should recruit you, but she hesitated. I think it had to do with you having been a thorn in her tits for so many years when you worked for Donny. I actually wanted to work with you again, you taught me so much shit. How to shoot, how to move in a firefight, how to..." His words got caught in his throat as the gravity of the situation caught up with him, making his eyes water. "How to not fear death." He sniffed as his jaw quivered and he gritted his teeth in an attempt to calm himself down.

"You were my friend, remember? For two years you were the closest friend I had, and, and now..." He clamped his eyes shut, a tear rolling down his cheek, continuing down his face until it got lost in his beard. He took deep, unsteady breaths through his mouth and after a while he was calm again, almost at peace with the situation.

"I guess it's only us left, huh?" He looked around the room, the floor littered with bodies lying in pools of their own blood. "I really wish that I'd had the balls to ask you out when we worked for Donny. I always thought there would be time, but... I guess we're out of it now, huh?" He slowly raised his gun, holding it in front of his face as his body tensed up, getting ready to move. "If you win, please let my folks bury me. They deserve some closure." He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the pillar, taking another deep breath before his eyes flew open. "I love you," he whispered before jumping out from behind the pillar, firing towards the woman with the two guns, flames erupting from the barrels as she returned fire.


Something like that, perhaps? And if you don't want this post to clutter up your personal space just let me know and I'll delete it. I wasn't sure if you wanted an idea posted here or via PM.

What have these two been up too?

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I saw this and it made me laugh. I feel like she's saying "shut up and sleep it off you pussy!"

Punk rock front man who has perhaps met his match?

Drill's girlfriend?

Melena Ruiz



(Her stories still vague in my mind...I'll figure it out eventually)

Bi ideas?

I tried it before but it didn't really go the way I planned. I take the blame though. That's what I get for trying to recreate something that was almost perfect with someone new.

At any rate here's some new ideas...

• Roomates-Two 20somethings, both "unlucky" in love, spend every Friday night commiserating over their lack of relationship prospects at happy hour at their usual after work bar. After last call they head home and finish a couple more bottles that lead them to the grand idea of making a list of things they want in a partner, which quickly leads to things they want to try in the bedroom. Friends since high school, roommates since they moved out of the dorms, there are very few boundaries between them and they both disclose their kinks. At some point in the drunken haze they decide to conquer their lists together.
  Things get hinkie when it's discovered that somethings have been left off the list by both parties. How this discovery comes about isn't important, what is is that they both have some bisexual curiosities. This is when the real fun starts. The redo the list, more truthfully this time. And of course at some point during their exploration they find that they might have already found what they've been looking for in each other.
  
• In-laws-Husband gets an unexpected visit from his wife's kid sister while the Mrs. is out of town on business for a few weeks. She flighty and footloose so it's not that odd for her to just show up unannounced and he knows his wife will kill him if he turns her away even if she's not home to receive her. The only problem is he had plans to have a little manly fun while is wife was away. Nothing too crazy some man on man porn, a few toys, but of course there would be none of that now with her there.
  Everything is pretty much normal the first day, until she takes a shower in the master bedroom and finds the bath he'd drawn and the toys soaking in the sink. She confronts him, accuses him of cheating, threatens to call her sister. He see no other option than to tell her the truth of what she interrupted. This intrigues her of course and so begins their "platonic" relationship. ("It's not cheating if it's anal")
• Cuckold-A sexually progressive couple who have already had some swinging experience wish to expand their horizons. They've done some light anal play but he's had nothing more than a finger or two up in his tight ass. While doing a little porn surfing they stumble upon some bisexual stuff and she realizes how turned on he's getting at watching the man-on-man actions. Of course she proposes that he acts on his desires but he is reluctant. He's a manly man and while he has no problem watching his wife enjoy another man, being enjoyed by a man is something different.
  So she sets her plan into motion to slowly, breaking down his resolve until he's begging for it
• Peeping Tina-In a tiny apartment block with paper thin walls lives a slightly reclusive writer who lives vicariously through her neighbors. She watches their comings and goings from the windows of her corner unit on the top floor of one of the buildings. It's business as usual until one of her neighbors starts to have company at odd hours of the night. At first it was just a random guy here and there, that quickly escalated into small groups. And he started leaving his blinds open, putting his debauchery on display. One day she spies him coming across the courtyard towards her building but she doesn't think much of it until she hears her buzzer ringing. Of course she doesn't answer it, doesn't even leave her chair. Later that night she see him in his window, looking right her. He waves and holds up a sign. "I know you're watching...And I like it." And so begins their odd tentative friendship.

Women on top...

So I've created a few strong female characters in my writing career but they always end up being slightly submissive in the bedroom. I've always enjoyed this dynamic, a woman who can kick your teeth in but doesn't bat an eye at being face fucked until her eyes water.

Lately I've been musing about the flip side, a woman who is soft spoken and delicate until she's forced, for lack of a better word, to access that other side of her. Her dark side...also for lack of a better phrase. Maybe she's an overworked and under appreciated secretary who's had enough of her boss' ridiculous demands. Or a waitress exhausted by the sleazy demands of her head chef. I'm not really sure how it could play out but I like the idea of turning the whole boss/secretary idea on it's head.

Any takers? Shoot me a pm

Daddy/Grown Daughter...

The taboo of incest always gets me going but the older I less interested I am in playing some young naive teenybopper. Even college aged girls are becoming a bit of a stretch for me. Not that I can't do it but it gets exhausting playing the "Oh no Daddy don't touch me there" or "Come on Daddy I know you want my young tight pussy". I'm pretty over it. Or maybe it's that the older I get the more attractive those salt and pepper 50somethings have become. George Clooney, yes. Denzel Washington, hell yes. Bruce Willis, Sam Jackson, Sean Bean, and isn't Johnny Depp getting there now too. Jon Hamm and Josh Brolin are almost there and don't even get me started on Idris Elba...

But I digress. My point is why can't the daughter ever be an adult who's suppressed these feelings she's had for her father for so long that it finally all comes out. My idea is that the mother has passed away suddenly leaving Dad to take care of the family business alone. Nothing like a forbes 500, maybe just a grocery store, or local hardware store. Daughter comes back to help with arrangements, with intentions of leaving as soon as everything is settled. But Dad keeps finding reasons for her to stay. "Mom always took care of the books"..."The garden was your mom's thing"...stuff like that. At any rate she stays and slowly boundaries get broken.

Of course this would be a very slow burn with lots of conflicting emotions before the final line is crossed and even then there would still be some conflict.

Interested? Shoot me a pm

What if the Odd Couple were lesbians?

Two roommates. One is very straight laced, no nonsense, pantsuit type. Works a corporate job, drives a sensible car, and has never been late for anything her entire adult life. The other is a tattooed, pierced, performance artist. A free-spirit/flake, smokes pot all day, drinks cheep wine all night. Sustains herself on favors and under the table odd jobs of the creative kind.

Though complete opposites their friendship has endured through grade school, college, and all of their adult life so when pantsuit needed a roommate after her live-in boyfriend moved in with some yoga instructor she calls the flake for help. Unable to see her oldest friend so depressed she sets out to open her eyes to life or corrupt her, whichever one comes first.

The Threads...

Random nuggets...

From a fellow Litster...Carnevil9

http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=66254899&postcount=10

The Trails of Abernathy Strong...


So I've been doing a few really interesting role plays recently but am looking to expand my horizons a little. I've played powerful women, playfully submissive women but never a man. Well there was that one time but that didn't exactly work out the way I planned. Bad timing I think. At any rate, I think it's high time I get back on the horse.

My first idea is about a man named Abernathy Strong. He's young, Black, and a rising star at his law firm. His parents died when he was young so he was raised by his single aunt. Nothing taboo just a normal loving upbringing by a woman who swore off men after a difficult divorce. His story begins when his grandfather passes away and leaves everything to him, the last Strong man. An estate in rural Georgia. A condo in the heart of Atlanta's downtown. Enough money that he never has to work again and a letter from a man who was always a bit of mystery to him imploring him to live life to the fullest. "Your fathers worked hard to achieve the American dream so you could enjoy it. Don't waste the best years of your life chained to a desk. Get out and live." There was more of course that made him think of how he'd been living his life. Getting the best grades to go to the best schools to get the best job. At 32,.he looked back on his life and realized there wasn't much fun in it. On the night of the funeral, he gets drunk on his grandfather's expensive scotch and makes a list.

The role play would focus on the conquering of said list at the start because he's a regimented type A kind of guy but eventually he will find his way off script so to speak and just live. The story could include elements of BDSM, maybe a little bisexuality, and anything on the list of kinks in my srp profile(link located below in my signature). I'm looking for multiple writers or one willing to write multiple characters on this journey. I want it to be fun, light with elements of darkness mixed in as he begins to discover himself. While there can be love I'm not looking to do a love story. It's about self discovery.

If you're interested let me know.

Meet the Blakes...

This one is an idea I've had for a while about a couple on the brink of divorce after ten years of marriage. She's a successful freelance photographer and he's in advertising. They fell madly in love at one of his frat parties when they were in their third year of college but somewhere down the line forgot what that felt like. She's a pot loving free spirit and he wears a suit on casual Friday. She's bi-curious and he's vanilla. She's bored and finding it difficult to stay. He knows she's unhappy but doesn't know how to fix it because they don't talk about what's wrong. They argue one night before she leaves on a photo shoot in some exotic location. A serious knockdown drag out and she storms off in tears, knowing that its the end. She meets a man on the plane and after a couple days of sun, sand, and drinks with umbrellas she finds herself in bed with him. Unbeknownst to her, her husband has spent those days battling with the idea that he's lost the woman he loves. He decides to fight for her and do something she'd never suspect, takes off work and follows her. It's pure happenstance that he arrives to her room the moment another man has his wife bent over the dresser, balls deep in her ass. Their fuck sounds so loud they don't hear him come in and he's frozen at the door watching as his wife screams another man's name. He'd gotten her to make such noise but this stranger has her begging for it. The man grabs a fistful of her hair as he cums, turning her to face the open door with her husband standing just inside it. Even in her panic she doesn't miss the bulge in his Dockers before he hightails it out of there. She goes after him but he's long gone. Doesn't return any of her calls and she assumes she'll find divorce papers when she gets home.

But he's had an epiphany on his way home. He can't get the sight of his wife being barebacked by another man out of his mind and spends the days until she comes home beating off to thought of it. He makes a decision that could alter their lives and save their marriage.

Classic cuckold love story. I'd play the husband so I don't have to worry about limits. This is a love story not a slut wife tale. It could include also little bisexuality on both parts because it won't just be men the wife wants. The story would begin after she returns from her trip so the encounter will be referenced but not "lived". I'm looking for one writer, gender of the writer doesn't matter but if you're a male writer your wife must be believable and not necessarily some kind of wanton whore looking to abuse her husband. Said writer should also be comfortable with the idea of male cleanup duties and perhaps a coerced blowjob or two. It is a love story after all. This will be a slow burn as the two of them discover what works for them.

How new partners would be introduced is up for debate. We could share them as NPCs or I could write in encounters as we go along.

If I Were a Boy

This is an odd take on the gender swap genre. She's the man and The Hot Chick are two of my favorite guilty pleasures so why not do something fun and silly along those lines. So what's my odd take?

Idea 1
A medical researcher stumbles upon what she believes is the fountain of youth. Despite all her animal research, no one will authorize her to proceed to human trials. In a fit of rage she storms into her boss' office and takes it but of course nothing happens. She's promptly fired and all her research is confiscated. After a day or so she starts to notice subtle changes. The frown lines around her mouth disappear. Her breasts seem a little more perky. She begins to document the changes but the affects seems to plateau around day seven. Dejected she goes to bed and wakes up the next morning with the body of a 25 year old hard body and cue comedy.

I think it might be fun if she has a son who kind of shows her how to be a "bro" but I'm looking for a writer to play her female boss who my researcher will seduce in order to steal back her research so she can find an antidote. At least that's the plan anyway but it'll turn out she might like being a boy. I'd like this to be light and silly just like the movies I mentioned but the sex will get a little rough since boss lady is not very nice.

Idea 2
An unlucky in love twentysomething woman is alone at her local bar after happy hour drowning her sorrows. She meets another woman and the two spend the evening commiserating over bad break ups. At some point in the bitch fest she confesses that sometimes she wishes she were a guy to avoid all the heart ache. She stumbles home just in time to pass out in the middle of her living room floor, only to wake up the next morning with her clothes torn up. Of course she immediately thinks she's been raped but the door is locked from the inside and she remembered coming home and laying down on the floor. Of course that doesn't explain the ache in her crotch so she heads into the bathroom to do some self examination. That's when she notices her panties still enact and the 8 inch hard on barely contained inside.

What happens next is up for debate. I just like the initial idea and haven't gotten further than that.

grdybiwife said:

So I've been doing a few really interesting role plays recently but am looking to expand my horizons a little. I've played powerful women, playfully submissive women but never a man. Well there was that one time but that didn't exactly work out the way I planned. Bad timing I think. At any rate, I think it's high time I get back on the horse.

My first idea is about a man named Abernathy Strong. He's young, Black, and a rising star at his law firm. His parents died when he was young so he was raised by his single aunt. Nothing taboo just a normal loving upbringing by a woman who swore off men after a difficult divorce. His story begins when his grandfather passes away and leaves everything to him, the last Strong man. An estate in rural Georgia. A condo in the heart of Atlanta's downtown. Enough money that he never has to work again and a letter from a man who was always a bit of mystery to him imploring him to live life to the fullest. "Your fathers worked hard to achieve the American dream so you could enjoy it. Don't waste the best years of your life chained to a desk. Get out and live." There was more of course that made him think of how he'd been living his life. Getting the best grades to go to the best schools to get the best job. At 32,.he looked back on his life and realized there wasn't much fun in it. On the night of the funeral, he gets drunk on his grandfather's expensive scotch and makes a list.

The role play would focus on the conquering of said list at the start because he's a regimented type A kind of guy but eventually he will find his way off script so to speak and just live. The story could include elements of BDSM, maybe a little bisexuality, and anything on the list of kinks in my srp profile(link located below in my signature). I'm looking for multiple writers or one willing to write multiple characters on this journey. I want it to be fun, light with elements of darkness mixed in as he begins to discover himself. While there can be love I'm not looking to do a love story. It's about self discovery.

If you're interested let me know.

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Hey,
We've talked before and at the time I didn't think I could devote the time necessary to be included. I think, now, I might perhaps have the time. I'd enjoy writing the part of a male going through this.What could be better than probing one's own head to come up with a list of what one might really want to experience and then be able to actually experience it?
Jus

hmmm...

some of these look familiar

Pound4Pound said:

some of these look familiar

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well look who it is pm me if you see anything you like. maybe we could get the old band back together lol

I'm already in your box babygirl

I thought I felt something poking

More than meets the eye...

TAKEN​

Saw Split today and got a pretty funky idea for an rp out of it...at least I thought so anyway...who knows...

My character will be a woman with dissociative identity disorder. The number of alters is as of yet undetermined but there won't be more than 10, many of whom won't be included in the SRP but mentioned in passing. I'll probably focus on 4, including the primary identity.

• PI-Agoraphobic with debilitating shyness, a best selling author who writes under a pin name
• The Boss-Straight-laced, even tempered, friendly but introverted, very controlled in her behavior
• The Wild-sexual deviant...I don't think you need more than that
• The Protector-pretty self-explanatory but I'll add that this alter will be "male"

Your character could be a lot of things. A psychiatrist whose been seeing my character for a while, with good intentions of course, until he meets The Wild. A possible suitor who's only encountered The Boss. The options are pretty much endless. Interested, shoot me a pm.

Please note that I have ZERO interest in making The Wild the PI, because, well, where would be the fun in that.