Come up with a story idea for the above poster’s prompt

[Brandnewbuddy]

Thought it would be fun to come up with a game that could generate a lot of ideas.

Here’s how it works:

This post will end with a prompt. The next poster will take that prompt and turn it into a story idea (could be a one sentence response or a paragraph)

That poster will then make a prompt of their own and the next poster will respond with their idea.

For example:

Prompt: “you spent the weekend alone but had the best sex of your life. How?”

Next poster:
Idea: a VR system arrived that read my mind and led me on a sex filled adventure through a virtual world

Prompt: “it had simultaneously been the best and worst night she had ever had hitting up the discount brothel.”

Rules: any idea is up for grabs. If you want to spin it into something bigger, please post a seperate thread to flesh it out.

2. The game does need to keep moving discussion can happen in the thread but it must be in addition to keeping the game going

3. If you aren’t feeling an erotic idea, that’s fine, you can pitch nonerotic story ideas


That said, let’s start:

Prompt: “and that’s why I can’t work at the circus anymore”

 

[NuclearFairy]

Story idea: Ten horrible dates that led to love. It's a bout a guy that went on ten horrible dates with a girl, starting with a disastrous trip to the circus that wound up with the Ferris wheel on fire, and by the end of the terrible tenth date they were madly in love with each other. Which is when their luck finally turned around.

Prompt: Ten flamingos and a bartender.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Story idea: (had to look up flamingo symbology, lol)

Bartender goes on vacation. She needs a break from the bar so she rents an RV and goes on a roadtrip. She accidentally grabbed some props from the bar in addition to some liquor and winds up with a box of ten flamingos. She hits up the RV park and after getting some people to come over for drinks they ask about the flamingos. She tells them they were just props they handed out to track how many cocktails someone had but m her guests says flamingos can symbolize love, that someone is putting themself out there, that “flamingle” is another word for flirting. Her guests then propose a game: they blindfold her and each of them kiss her passionately, soon more people than the first guests are kissing her and when the last person finishes and leaves her panting, she realizes the flamingos are gone. Now she has to track them down and find out who each of the people who kissed her were.

Prompt: “she needed to do something worth confessing about”

 

[Husky_Embrace]

The vatican city was one of her destinations for her vacation in Rome. She had decided to go for confession for the first time in her life. Never before had she felt so religious as now, knowing the Vatican was on her agenda.

Mulling over her life she was surprised to learn there was so little to confess about. Even with most her life being only slightly religious, she felt like her life was more pious than a nun. It somehow soured her idea of her life. Where where the exciting bits? The actions she could feel her face red hot in shame about, yet unable to stop smiling?

Had she stolen something? Not really. Was she jealous? It wasn't in her heart. Coveted someone's partner? It never even occurred to her. There was nothing exciting or promiscuous.

She should be happy. Nothing to confess about was good! And yet...

She looked around in the café of the hotel. There was nothing that could make her think something to confess about. Take that couple. They were both beautiful, but there was no....

Slowly her head turned red, followed quickly by a grin she couldn't stop. It had been only a little thing, but it was there. She took the hot feeling on her face and poured it on her fantasy. In little hesitant steps she delved deeper making it more and more salacious in her mind.

When her fantasy was done she finally had something to confess about. Wasn't it? Though it was but a fantasy. The priest might fall out of his chair laughing.

Soon enough she realised excitement needed to be more than a fantasy. Soon she would see what she could do about coveting another woman's partner. Suddenly the partner was in her fantasy as well, their bodies intertwined as the guy was pumping between her thighs. She would have something real to confess about. Without a further plan, she got up for an "innocent" cup of coffee with the couple. Maybe it would lead to nothing, but there were more couples in the sea. Clubs to visit and get hit on by multiple men, or skinny dipping in the sea where only a few other people were around to take advantage of her. The options started to stream through her mind as she asked if she could sit down with them, placing her cup with her name spelled wrong facing towards them.


Prompt: The job application of an escort was accidentally send to him.

 

[TheOtherTeacher]

Story idea - no matter how many times he told her, he wasn't looking for an escort to work for him. He was looking for someone to rent his spare room.

"I'll give you a freebie" she says, and pulls down his trousers before he could say no.

She stays the night, and when she leaves in the morning, she swipes the spare set of keys.

He comes home from work to find she's not only moved into his spare room, but meeting clients!

He's about to call the police when she puts down a large wad of cash on the side. "20% cut for rent and security" she says with an innocent smile.

Within the week he's helping put up flyers around the city for her services.

Another week goes by and he starts getting more job applications from other escorts. His home gym quickly becomes another bedroom, and he's considering renting the empty apartment next door....

Prompt - How my love life almost started WW3

 

[filthytrancendence]

Prompt - How my love life almost started WW3

Everybody knew it was a terrible idea for Trump and Putin to start hooking up.

They just couldn't help themselves, the two virile leaders being so hopelessly drawn to each other's mega-super-alpha-male energy.

The trouble started when the story leaked. It was The Atlantic, of course. The first question on everyone's mind was, which one was the top?

Everybody with sense new it was Putin, of course. But the Great American Leader simply would not let this slanderous truth stand. Missile silo doors were opened. B2's were re-fueling in flight over the Bering Straight, payload 'unknown.' Someone had to blink, or the human race was finished.

One minute till midnight, the red phone rings on the desk of the Oval Office. "Come on, Donny," Putin purred over the line, his accent thick and sultry, "can we not be lovers once more, and put all this ugliness behind us?"

The blush of the octogenarian was barely visible under the solid mask of orange foundation, but still perceptible to a keen-eyed observer. "Of course, Poutey. Meet in Paris?"

"We'll always have Paris, Donny," Putin said, a grin in his voice. The line went dead, and Trump beamed at those gathered in his office.

--

Prompt: Whoops! I accidentally started dating Sasquatch!

 

[MikeXIrons]

Everybody knew it was a terrible idea for Trump and Putin to start hooking up.

They just couldn't help themselves, the two virile leaders being so hopelessly drawn to each other's mega-super-alpha-male energy.

The trouble started when the story leaked. It was The Atlantic, of course. The first question on everyone's mind was, which one was the top?

Everybody with sense new it was Putin, of course. But the Great American Leader simply would not let this slanderous truth stand. Missile silo doors were opened. B2's were re-fueling in flight over the Bering Straight, payload 'unknown.' Someone had to blink, or the human race was finished.

One minute till midnight, the red phone rings on the desk of the Oval Office. "Come on, Donny," Putin purred over the line, his accent thick and sultry, "can we not be lovers once more, and put all this ugliness behind us?"

The blush of the octogenarian was barely visible under the solid mask of orange foundation, but still perceptible to a keen-eyed observer. "Of course, Poutey. Meet in Paris?"

"We'll always have Paris, Donny," Putin said, a grin in his voice. The line went dead, and Trump beamed at those gathered in his office.

--

Prompt: Whoops! I accidentally started dating Sasquatch!

Everybody knew it was a terrible idea for Trump and Putin to start hooking up.

They just couldn't help themselves, the two virile leaders being so hopelessly drawn to each other's mega-super-alpha-male energy.

The trouble started when the story leaked. It was The Atlantic, of course. The first question on everyone's mind was, which one was the top?

Everybody with sense new it was Putin, of course. But the Great American Leader simply would not let this slanderous truth stand. Missile silo doors were opened. B2's were re-fueling in flight over the Bering Straight, payload 'unknown.' Someone had to blink, or the human race was finished.

One minute till midnight, the red phone rings on the desk of the Oval Office. "Come on, Donny," Putin purred over the line, his accent thick and sultry, "can we not be lovers once more, and put all this ugliness behind us?"

The blush of the octogenarian was barely visible under the solid mask of orange foundation, but still perceptible to a keen-eyed observer. "Of course, Poutey. Meet in Paris?"

"We'll always have Paris, Donny," Putin said, a grin in his voice. The line went dead, and Trump beamed at those gathered in his office.

--

Prompt: Whoops! I accidentally started dating Sasquatch!

She heads to her friend's Halloween party. Her new boyfriend Dave has been away for a couple of weeks for work and will be coming straight from the airport to meet her there.

They haven't been dating long, and she decided she's ready to have sex with him - which she's basically told him over the phone, teasing him that he's way to nice and polite and should have just taken her already. She says it as a joking tease, but, she also sorta means it.

Leading up the party he asks her what she's going to dress up as for the party. She teases him saying that he'll have to wait until the party to find out, but, that it'll be sexy, and she won't be wearing panties, and the first guy at the party to take her like a wild animal gets to have her... so he better find her quickly. He laughs and tells her, "In that case, I'll be the one dressed like a wild animal!" He jokes that he'll be a beast if she'll be his Beauty. It becomes a bit of a running joke leading up to his return trip home.

She gets to the party and has several drinks to settle her nerves (about the sex-with-the-new-guy and also introducing the new guy to some friends).

Her costume IS sexy, so lots of guys are hitting on her all night, including guys she knows who don't realize who they are hitting on, including a couple of her friends' boyfriends. She's feeling pretty sexy and horny from all the attention, and getting a little impatient for her boyfriend to show up... she's been eager to introduce him to some of her friends, but, now she's just eager to get him back to her place.

A big guy dressed as Sasquatch grabs her from behind and breathily growls, "Hello, Beauty, looking for your beast?"... and she melts back into his arms and says, "THERE's the beast I've been waiting for!" He starts to say something, but she stops him, "Animals don't talk... I just want to hear grunts and moans from you tonight, my beast." She gets nothing but some animal grunts in return and she's a little embarrassed how much it turns her on, surprised at how strong his arms feel around her and rough he's being - something he hasn't been with her at all so far.

She takes his hand and leads him down the dark hall to her friend's bedroom where he immediately bends her over on the bed and takes her from behind. She loves every second and is SO happy she was able to tease her nice polite boyfriend to bring out a little of his rough animal side. In the throws of it all she's panting and moaning how good he is and for him to promise to never stop fucking her.

She's just about to cum for the third time (a first for her) and she could tell he was about to cum in her... when her phone dings. It's Dave's ring tone. Her mind swirls - clouded from drinks, lust, and an impending orgasm. She reaches for her phone and reads the text: "My plane just landed. Sorry I'm going to be late. I told my friend Mike to find you and take care of you until I got there. I hope he managed to find you based on my description. I told him to ask for Beauty. "

Sasquatch plunged his big cock deep into her and held it there. She gasped and then said, "Mike?"

Hot breath in her ear replied, "Kate? Nice to meet you. Dave wasn't lying. You are SO fucking hot."

She fumed, "Oh my god. You're an ass."

He started slowly pulling his big cock out of her and said, "I know. In my defense, you looked so hot, and you led me to the bedroom and said 'fuck me, keep fucking me, never stop fucking me'", mimicking her voice.

She moaned a weak, "I didn't know..."

Hot breath on her neck, "You begged me to never stop fucking you. Did you mean that?"

She panted, "Yeeessss, but..." and he plunged hard back into her which nearly took her over the edge and made her cum again.

He slowly started withdrawing his cock and asked, "So... now... do you still want me to keep fucking you? Or do you want me to stop?"

She moaned, feeling the big head of his cock about to leave her body, "You're going to finish even if I tell you to stop, aren't you?", but there's was an element of pleading in her voice. He knew she was about to cum.

"He left just the tip of his cock in her, but the full weight of his body on her as he said, "I'm going to fuck you even harder...." to which she gasped with lust, "...because you're about to cum, aren't you? And you're going to beg me to finish fucking you, aren't you?"

She was silent for a moment, and he started to pull the rest of his cock out of her. She pushed her hips back, and panted, "OK OK OK... yes... fuck me... please don't stop"

And he did. And he made her beg even more... for him to fuck her harder... and for him to fuck her again soon... every time Dave is out of town... and even when he's in town.

She was cuming yet again when the text "I'm here. Where are you?" came in. She quickly tried to straighten out her clothes and costume and makeup, saying "fuck fuck fuck".

She scrambled back into the party and introduced Dave to her friends, cum still dripping down her leg.

Then, later in the evening, Dave introduced her to his friend Mike, who was dressed as a Sasquatch. Dave said, "I was hoping you'd find her and warn her I was going to be late! She looks so hot in that costume, I bet every guy here was hitting on her!" Mike replied, "I bet they were! Well, rest assured, in the future, I'll definitely keep my eye on her! And when you're out of town... I'll call her and make sure she's ok."

And, so, as the night went on, she slept with Dave for the first time, but, already knew when Mike called, she was going to answer. She had no intention of dumping Dave, but, after tonight, she was (unintentionally) also dating the Sasquatch.


Next prompt: She woke up in the tent. There was no moon so it was pitch dark. After too many drinks by the camp fire she barely remembered getting into the tent. In her half awake state she only partially realized there was a warm body on either side of her.

 

[Lip_tease]

Next prompt: She woke up in the tent. There was no moon so it was pitch dark. After too many drinks by the camp fire she barely remembered getting into the tent. In her half awake state she only partially realized there was a warm body on either side of her.

Story Idea: Nancy is on a solo retreat to the mountains, but accidently finds herself in a tent with group of swinger.

She only met them few hours ago. They were open about everything, shared their past encounters over some beers and hamburger by the camp fire. Nancy reluctantly admitted she was on dry spell, but as of now, didn't care for it and explained how career driven she is. They all agreed she was missing out on life.

Right after her fifth bottle Nancy blanks out and wakes up in their tent, wrapped in a blanket, with her cloths still on. She could barely see anything but could feel something warm and can hear sounds of moans and kisses. She sat up to see them having sex right beside her.

She wanted to get out of there but was awe stuck by the way their naked bodies moved in harmony, pleasuring eachother. It looked like they were all lost in the realm of ecstacy. Unbeknownst to herself, her fingers were already in her pants, rubbing over her wet opening.

When the group noticed and moved towards her, Nancy knew she'd gone too deep to stop now, and gave up herself to their lust.

Prompt : They were quiet but certainly not innocent.