SecretEpiphany's Closet (a place to stash ideas)

[SecretEpiphany]

Hi! Welcome to my hideaway for SRP and erotic story plot ideas. Feel free to browse around. If you see something you might like to work on with me, then please read my SRP profile (link in signature) first to determine if we're compatible in preferences and writing styles. Then send me a PM with a link to some writing samples of yours and where you'd like to take the story.

Some of the ideas here have already been used, so look for a colored tag at the top of each post. It will tell you the idea's availability status. Even if an idea is taken, if you really like it and want to work on it, let me know. We could probably put a new twist on it and make it into a whole new story.

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I should mention that I'm flexible about any of the ideas below. I tend to take an idea and run with it, but I'm open to changing anything once I start discussing a plot with a partner. Even on the ones where I've written an opening post, it can always be tweaked (or scrapped and re-written) to fit the direction of the story we choose together. Names, ages, settings, etc. are all adjustable.

Here's my archive of completed or currently inactive threads if you'd like to read some older writing:


Never Again? (Part I--complete)
Saffron Threads (currently inactive)
Anything for an A (currently inactive)


You can also read the erotic short stories I've posted in the story section of Lit by licking the stories link in my signature.

 

[sethp]

Hey there SecretEpiphany! So what was your thought here? to post ideas and see if we can help everyone generate stories and more ideas and stuff?

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Melt in Your Mouth (A Kitchen/Cooking Based SRP)

TAKEN. I'm currently writing this idea with TomOPKs. You can follow along here.

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I tried this idea once before but it never got off the ground. I’d like to do a story centered around a chef and a woman taking his cooking classes. I see her group lessons turning into something more private, and I’d love to write some sexy scenes in the kitchen. Maybe involving food or kitchen supplies. I’ve written a character background for her as well as an opening post which I’m placing below. Details are adjustable and I’d like to brainstorm the plotline with a partner and role play the story in an SRP thread.

CHARACTER PROFILE

Meredith Collins

Age: 34

Status: Recently divorced from her husband of 13 years who cheated on her with a size extra-small blonde Barbie doll of a girl in her early 20s. He’d always said he didn’t want kids, despite Meredith’s ticking biological clock, but when he knocked up Barbie, he left Meredith for her and the unborn baby. Meredith was left feeling old, unwanted, unsexy, and unattractive because she isn’t built like a Barbie doll and her blonde hair comes from the highlights she gets at the salon. Hair she probably would have left brown if she hadn’t seen her husband looking at blonde women. She should have known that changing her hair color wasn’t going to change his attitude towards her. But she kind of liked the blonde once she got used to it, so she kept it. And she doesn’t hate her body—she’s curvy with C cup breasts and wide hips (probably a little too wide). Her stomach isn’t perfectly flat and her thighs are thicker than they were when she was in her twenties. She likes to cook and she likes to eat what she cooks and her day job is high stress and doesn’t leave a lot of time for a regular exercise routine. She never cared that she didn’t look like a Barbie doll until her husband left her for one. She considered starving herself post divorce—hiring a personal trainer and transforming into what she guessed her husband had thought she should have been, but that only seemed to punish her instead of him. So instead, she decided to pursue the one hobby she always made time for and that reminded her of the comforts of home and her mom and her grandma—cooking.

Occupation: Accountant. She went into it because she liked math. She became a CPA and she’s good at her job, but it has become tedious and boring to her. She wants to do something where she’s up and moving around and interacting with other people, so she decided to take cooking classes. She’s never had any formal culinary training—only what she learned from her grandmother and mother and what she’s taught herself from cookbooks and experimenting. She pays for and attends the group classes being taught by the head chef (your character) and they hit it off and become friendly.

Background and Motivations: She’s a southern girl, raised in Georgia on true southern cooking—fried chicken, greens, biscuits, gravy, etc. Her grandmother was a wonderful cook and Meredith learned all the basics from her. She moved away from her southern roots for college and her career and eventually married and lived somewhere else, but she always loved cooking—anything, not just southern specialties. She’d hoped to one day cook for a family, and teach her kids to cook, but her husband had never been ready—had never thought it was a good time to have kids, so they never did. She regrets that, but has come to terms with it. She knows she could still technically have a baby, but she always thought that if she did so, she would have kids before age 35 because the risk of birth defect goes up so much after that point. Despite her regret, she’s not desperate to find another man and start a family. She wants to live life a little. For the last several years, she and her husband grew apart—doing very little together. He didn’t want to take vacations or try new things. She feels as though her life has been stagnant—she wants to socialize, make new friends, take lessons, experiment—prove to herself that she’s still a young, vibrant woman with a lot of life left in her. She isn’t planning on jumping back into the dating scene. She wants to focus on herself, so her attraction to the chef is unexpected but exciting and intriguing.

Sexual desires/fantasies: She was a virgin until she met her husband. He was the only man she’s ever slept with and their sex life was always very vanilla. She wasn’t dissatisfied with it (although now she worries about her sexual abilities if her husband would turn to someone else—feeling as though she was unable to please him in some way, though they never talked about it.) Sex was infrequent during the last two years of their marriage. She knew he had seemed to lose interest, but didn’t know what to do about it. She read erotica to fill her own sexual void and began masturbating for the first time at that point. She likes stories of alpha males where the man takes charge in the bedroom and teaches the woman the pleasures of sex, of being ravished. She wishes she could experience the kind of passion and raw sexuality that she reads about on the pages, but she’s not sure that kind of explosive chemistry is real—at least not for her.

I’m willing to change or tweak or add or delete anything here that you don’t care for. Just let me know. I’m curious to meet the chef that will sweep Meredith off her feet.


OPENING POST

Tonight’s lesson in cooking class was on Cajun food. They were making an etouffee and Meredith Grey was about to burn her roux—she couldn’t concentrate. All she could think about was what [YOUR CHARACTER] had just said to her. Recently divorced, childless, thirty-four years old, and insanely bored with her day job, Meredith had signed up for cooking classes thinking it would be fun to learn more about something she’d always enjoyed. It was fun. But she’d never expected to be so attracted to, or distracted by, her teacher.

Chef [YOUR CHARACTER] was well known in the culinary world as one of the best of the best. Chefs of his caliber rarely wasted their valuable time teaching cooking classes to amateurs, but he was an exception. And the wait list for his group classes was very long. The price tag was also very high--but she'd decided she deserved the splurge. She’d lucked into this spot. A co-worker had been on the list for almost a year when she got the call that she could start the class, but she’d just taken a promotion and would be moving out of town. Sweetheart that she was, she offered the spot to her depressed, just divorced friend, Meredith.

Meredith loved the class. She’d made several new friends and learned more than she’d ever thought possible in a few weeks. She’d also become completely infatuated with [YOUR CHARACTER]. He had a way of making everyone feel like they were the only one in class. Sometimes, she thought he might be flirting with her, but then she watched him with everyone else and convinced herself that it was just wishful thinking.

But he covered her hand with his when he worked with her on her knife skills, and he stood right behind her, pressing his front to her back. She could feel his warm breath on her neck when he did that. And sometimes he fed her bites of her own food, reminding her that she had to remember to taste throughout the cooking process to prevent disaster in the end. Once he wiped a bit of sauce from her bottom lip with his thumb, then licked that very thumb and held eye contact the whole time before smiling and walking away.

Tonight, while she’d been chopping her onion, celery, and bell pepper, he’d appeared behind her, put his hand on her waist and leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “Don’t disappear after class tonight, Meredith. I want to speak with you.”

Then she could have sworn she felt his hand pat the generous curve of her ass before he walked away.

Her head spun with crazy thoughts as she frantically stirred the roux, trying to get just the right light brown color. He wanted to speak with her… About what? And had he really touched her ass? She glanced at the large digital clock on the wall. The class would drag by now that she was so desperate to get to the end. What could he want?

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Hey there SecretEpiphany! So what was your thought here? to post ideas and see if we can help everyone generate stories and more ideas and stuff?

Hi Sethp.

I'm planning to post my ideas for stories and SRP's so potential co-writers can look them over. I'd also like to leave ideas open for brainstorming, and I may post some general writing related info or activities here as well. It'll be my little writing hidey-hole that everyone's welcome to snoop through.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Behind the Pictures (a college based SRP)

TAKEN. I'm currently writing this idea with MrAdam. You can follow along here.

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This is a less developed idea, but I think it has potential. Plus, I think college stories are always fun.

My character is a scholarship college student who is strapped for money. She was a cheerleader in a small rural high school before going to a much larger university in the city on full academic scholarship. She worked fast food jobs (or something like that) through high school to be able to afford her cheerleading supplies. Her parents don’t have the financial means to help her out.

She tried out for the cheerleading squad at the university because she thought it would be a good way to make friends in this new world where she doesn’t know anybody. She makes the squad but finds out most of the other cheerleaders aren’t like her or like any of the girls she grew up with in her isolated, country hometown. They’re much more worldly and experienced. She’s still quite naive sexually (not necessarily a virgin, but definitely with limited experience). She doesn’t become quick friends with the other cheerleaders like she hoped. They treat her like an outsider but allow her to tag along with them because they get a kick out of her innocence.

Her finances are a problem because to hang out with these girls and to afford the unexpected expenses of being on the cheer squad, she needs money she doesn’t have. Working a fast food job or something along those lines wouldn’t be acceptable to the other cheerleaders and it wouldn’t provide enough money anyway. She could quit the squad and get involved in other activities, but the other girls’ snobbery makes her determined to stay on and prove something to them and to herself.

She sees an ad for a modeling agency that will be doing a search at a mall nearby. They’re looking for local talent. People have always told her she’s pretty, but she never considered capitalizing on her looks before. But now, it may be a way to get the money she needs to stay on the cheer squad and have pocket money for other expenses.

The ad says that those interested should schedule an appointment time and bring a portfolio with a variety of photographs including head shots, full body shots, action shots, and detail shots of their hands and feet. She’ll need at least thirty pictures. She doesn’t have any. She also doesn’t have the money to pay a professional photographer.

Your character would be a student (possibly a journalism major who she sees out taking pictures, but that’s open to however you would like to create him, and if you want to take him in a different direction and make him something other than a student, I’d be open to that) she approaches and negotiates with him to get him to take the pictures she needs.

I can see several different ways the story can develop, and I’d love to brainstorm it with a partner. Obviously, there’s room for sexual bargaining—depending on what he asks for as payment, but that would have to be played right. She’s not a slutty girl who’d agree to that easily. Depending on how you create his character, this could be a trade—if he needs her to pose as a girlfriend or something, then chemistry could develop. He could even be working an angle on a story involving the other cheerleaders if he’s a journalism student. The photo session itself could possibly get risque. Regardless of how it develops, I’m looking for something with plot and emotional connection between the characters as well as sex.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Past Transgressions (a more serious/literary SRP)

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CHARACTER PROFILE:

Lora Jones (screen name Lorna Lewis)

Age: 26

Status: Single. She lives a secluded life and wants to keep it that way. She and her twin sister Kelly Jones (screen name Ladonna Lewis) were child stars who never had a real childhood. They grew up on television, for the whole world to watch. Singing, dancing, acting—they did it all. They stared in a family sitcom that ran for six years. They did a variety of tv specials and tween targeted movies for children and family channels. Department stores carried clothing and accessories with their pictures and names on them. They released children’s workout videos and music cd’s. They toured across the country and even performed internationally on a few occasions. From age five until age seventeen they were Hollywood darlings and the idols of most young American girls. From age eighteen until age twenty they were Hollywood scandals and the examples of what no young girl should become. Alcohol, drugs, sex—they took it all to the extreme, and their lives spun out of control. Literally. One night after they’d been partying, Kelly’s brand new and outrageously expensive sports car went spinning off a bridge with both of them inside. Kelly died on impact. Lora spent almost a year in hospitals and in rehab. Afterwards, she stepped back from the limelight. She cut herself off from her former manager (mother), her agent, her publicists, and all the other Hollywood ties. She went into seclusion, hoping the world would eventually forget about her.

Occupation: Lives on royalties from childhood career in music and acting. Also writes novels under a pen name, and has risen to moderate success with that, but is at risk of losing her agent/publisher because she refuses to make public appearances for promotions. They feel she can’t reach best seller level if she won’t self promote, but she’s determined to stay out of the public eye. If it comes to making the decision between making appearances or giving up the writing career that has occupied her mind and given her something to work toward for the last five years, she’s pretty sure she’d walk away from the writing.

Background and Motivations: Her and her sister’s childhood definitely wasn’t the wholesome idealistic façade that their mother managed to present to audiences. Her father was never in the picture. Her mother was completely controlling, hiring people to monitor the girls twenty-four/seven. When they were teenagers, their attempts to rebel and buck authority were quickly squashed, so that when they were eighteen, they went completely wild. They resented their mother for robbing them of a childhood and a normal life. When their mother lost control of them when they turned eighteen, she became vindictive. The girls had financial independence and fired their mother as manager. Cut off, she tried everything to stay in the limelight and to stay in the financial bracket she’d become accustomed to. Blackmail, threats, even a lawsuit claiming she had creative license over some of the girls’ material. When Kelly died, their mother inherited Kelly’s portion of royalties, so she backed off and left Lora alone—until now when she’s releasing a book/memoir about her life with famous daughters. She’s alleging that Lora was responsible for Kelly’s death and that that’s why she’s gone into hiding for all these years. Lora has her own guilt over what happened, and she also blames her mother because she never showed the girls love or taught them how to be responsible. She was an enabler, and Lora believes that, at least in part, led to Kelly’s and her actions and Kelly’s subsequent death. Lora wants nothing to do with her mother whatsoever.

Sexual Fantasies/Experience: She’s been in solitude for years. In her rebellious stage, she lost her virginity and engaged in several sexual encounters, but honestly she doesn’t remember much about any of them because she was drunk or high when they occurred. Rehab taught her self-discipline, and since she’s lived in her cabin, she hasn’t had drugs, alcohol, or sex. She’s repressed and hiding—issues she has to learn to face. Going into solitude doesn’t equal recovery. She needs to learn to live, yet still resist drugs and alcohol. So far, she’s been hiding from drugs and alcohol—and from life as a whole. She’ll stay away from the drugs and booze. This isn’t a story about relapse. There may be temptation what with the stressors she’ll encounter with the publication of her mother’s book, but she’ll overcome that. She does need to discover a real trusting relationship with someone, to discover love and what sex is like in the context of that. Of course, there’s plenty of room for conflict here because if she falls in love with him and gives herself to him sexually in what is most likely her first memorable and meaningful sexual encounter, and then he does something untrustworthy that makes for a great black moment in the story. For example, he could tell her he hasn’t told anyone else where she is or what he knows about her/her side of the story and he could promise her he won’t use the information. Then the story could break—whether he broke it or the person he told it to did—and her trust in him would be shattered. Anyway, those are all details to be worked out. I think this needs to be an equal sexual partnership. While she might be slightly submissive, I don’t know that submissive is even the right word. She might need some instruction, but this is definitely not about domination in the bedroom. She needs someone to make her believe in herself outside of her solitary world and who makes her feel worthy of love. She needs a sexual awakening in conjunction with her re-awakening to her life outside her seclusion.

OPENING SCENE:

Lora Jones sat on top of a weathered picnic table, her sandal-clad feet propped on the seat bench and her chin propped in her hands. She replayed childhood acting lessons in her mind and forced herself to give the appearance of calm peacefulness. She’d dressed to convey calm as well, a thin long-sleeved white peasant shirt with a full, flouncy blue and white cotton skirt that fell all the way to her ankles, the breathable material kept her from suffocating in the heat, but hid the scars on her arms and legs. They weren’t that bad—the scars. They’d definitely faded over the years. More than one doctor had offered ways to make them less noticeable, but she’d refused. They were her reminders.

Inside, she was anything but calm. Her stomach twisted with dread and nervousness, and the sour taste of nausea that had hovered in her throat since she’d returned the unwanted phone call two days ago heightened. He should be here any minute.

Lora didn’t have a home phone. She had a disposable cell phone that was pre-loaded with enough minutes to last her for years. It also had voice mail. She screened every call, as rare as a call was anymore. They were almost always from her writing agent—her female writing agent.

The rumbling male voice in her inbox had startled her. His use of her screen name—he’d called her Lorna Lewis, not Lora Jones. Her first instinct had been to immediately delete the message, but then he’d said he could give her the opportunity to “clear her name” and “tell her side of the story.” She’d had no idea what he was talking about.

She had a small television that she hadn’t turned on in months. She never turned on the radio, preferring silence or classical CDs. She didn’t take a subscription to the newspaper, and while she had a computer with internet access, she’d purposely set her browser to block most pages that contained news feeds. She used the internet to shop for necessities, to pay bills online, and to e-mail with her writing contacts. It was only on very rare occasions that she used it to look into what life was like out in the “real world” or in Hollywood, and whenever she did so, she almost immediately regretted having done it. She hadn’t peeked into life outside her cabin in several months, but she did after that phone call.

She lived an hour away from a rural farming community in the Ozark Mountains. She drove into town once a week to check her post office box and pick up a few things at the small store. If anyone there had ever recognized her, they hadn’t commented on it. And if they had, they hadn’t shared the information with the world at large. She was infinitely grateful for that. She’d even been beginning to think that she really had slipped off the public radar.

She’d been wrong. All she’d had to do was google Lorna Lewis and link after link after link about her mother’s exposé book and the rehashing of Kelly’s death appeared all over the screen. From the reviews and blurbs, she could tell that her mother wasn’t painting her in a favorable light. And someone—no doubt a reporter—had already gotten her supposedly private cell number.

The solitude she’d worked so hard to surround herself with was cracking. Other reporters would follow. Hoping it would go away was a useless and stupid way to deal with it, so she’d called the guy back and agreed to meet with him in a state park three hours from where she lived.

She didn’t have a plan. She didn’t know enough about this situation or this man to form one, but she’d figure it out. This meeting would give her the information she needed to determine whether maintaining her privacy was possible anymore.

WAYS IT COULD GO:

Your character is some type of reporter. You can develop him any way you like. He can be looking for an expose, looking for his big break by “discovering” where she’s been hiding, or actually looking for a balanced piece of journalism. He could have evidence her mother’s story (whatever we decide that is) isn’t true and want her to come forward and back him up. He could have evidence that her mother’s story is true (maybe that she was somehow at fault for her sister’s death) and be threatening to expose her. If you wanted, he could even be someone from her past—the sister’s old boyfriend or something. Regardless, I anticipate chemistry between them. Possibly chemistry neither of them expected or wanted.

I see quite a bit of plot development and sexual tension—drawing it out and having a lot of story way before there’s any actual sex. I’d like it to be a romance, though probably a tortured one. And I’d definitely want to do some brainstorming and plotting with my writing partner before starting to make sure we’re on the same page with it.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Keeping it a Secret (a college SRP with the twist of slightly older characters)

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A non-traditional college student who’s gone back to school for an additional degree is intensely attracted to one of her professors. She’s in her late 20s or early 30s. He’s in his late 30s or early 40s, divorced. The university has a strict policy about teacher student relationships.

She’s applying for admission to a highly competitive health sciences program there at the university. He works in an entirely different department, but anything inappropriate could put both his job and her chance of admission to the program she’s chosen at risk.

The chemistry’s intense though, so they can’t help but act on it. And the fact that they have to keep it clandestine makes it that much more exciting.

There's lots of opportunity for sexy, almost caught scenarios here.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Pray for It (a naughty, kind of sacrilegious idea)

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My basic plot idea here is that a college aged couple take a weekend get-away where they plan to have sex for the first time together. Neither is a virgin. She's very inexperienced though. His experience level is open to discussion.

She knows him to be a pretty conservative guy from an ultra conservative church-going family. He definitely projects that, yet he's still a college guy who engages in his share of drinking and partying. They've taken their relationship slowly, and their kissing and making out up to this point have been mild.

She arranges to use her roommate's family cabin for the weekend. She's never been there. When they arrive, they discover it's practically a chapel--the roommate's grandmother's private, religious hide-away complete with stained glass windows, crosses on the walls, a prayer bench, religious artwork and books, Bibles, candles, etc.

She's somewhat intimidated by this and get's the "Jesus is watching you" guilty feeling, and expects him to feel the same way. It's quite the opposite--he's turned on by the idea of living out a sort of 'sex in church' fantasy.

This has the potential to get a little kinky.

I'd love to brainstorm it with a partner, and I've written an opening post (which can be tweaked if needed).

OPENING POST:

“My parents would probably cut me off if they even knew I had this. They’d take away my car at the very least—it’s in my dad’s name and he makes the payments. Eve, you have to swear to me, SWEAR, that you will leave the place just like you found it. And whatever you do, don’t talk to the neighbors or anything.”

My roommate clutched the key so hard her knuckles were white. I felt guilty for asking her for it, but I couldn’t think of any other options. “Jill,” I said. “You know I’ll clean up before we leave. I’ll be discrete. I promise. And I’ll owe you forever… Please?”

She relinquished the key with a sigh, and I shoved it in my pocket. “Thank you so much! Don’t worry, okay? It’s just for the weekend. I’ll return the key Sunday night—just as soon as we get back.”

“I know you will. I’m just paranoid. Mom and Dad have been on my case about my grades anyway. Plus, I might be a little jealous of the fact that you’re going off for a romantic weekend with your new boyfriend and I’m going to be left here on campus all alone because I got dumped last week.” Jill flopped onto her bed and wrapped her arms around a pillow. “But I’ll get over it.”

I grinned at her. She would get over it. She’d probably have a new boyfriend by the time I got back. The whole idea of Jill being jealous of me was ridiculous. I was usually the one sitting around alone. I was usually the one who had to spend late nights in the library because Jill had snuck a guy into our room and asked me to stay away for a few hours. I was entitled to have a little fun this weekend.

“So, you really like this guy, hunh?”

“I do.”

“And he’s good in bed?”

I shrugged. “I’ll know when I get back. We’ve been… waiting.”

Jill’s eyes widened. “But, I thought you’d been seeing him for like, two or three months now.”

“I have been. We’ve just moved slow. He’s from a really conservative background—which I like because I am too.”

“Is he a virgin?”

“No, and you know I’m not either, but I've never had sex except with my high school boyfriend. I’ve only been with one other person.” My face was hot. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, I knew, but to Jill, having sex was like eating chocolate. She had to have it every few days or she got cranky. I knew she didn’t understand my reserve.

“Is he religious?”

I shrugged. “Not fanatical or anything. His family goes to church. He goes when he’s home on weekends.”

Jill bit her lip. “Would he be freaked out by religious imagery on a romantic getaway?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s my grandmother’s cabin. She’s devoutly Christian, so the whole place is full of churchy stuff. Crosses on the wall, candles, pictures of Jesus, Bibles, all that stuff. I’m just warning you in case he shrivels when he sees it or something.”

“Jill!”

“What? Would you rather it just be a big surprise? Oh, jeeze, we came out here to fuck, but now he can’t get it up because the eyes on the Jesus statue follow him wherever he goes in the room?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I’d never even considered this possibility.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Camping (a fun, outdoorsy SRP idea)

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I stumbled across these pictures while surfing the web and thought they looked like illustrations to a story. I have practically zero characterization or plot plans for it, but it could go something like this:

Once upon a time, a group of friends planned a camping trip. Several people had to back out at the last minute, leaving just two. They decide to go anyway.

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They've been (just) friends for a while, but suddenly find themselves getting to know each other much better.

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They might even skinny dip.

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Which could lead to them getting to know each other much, much better.

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And the next morning could be fun too.

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I'd love to work out the details with an interested co-writer.

 

[SecretEpiphany]

Cowboys (enough said)

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I love them. The jeans. The hats. The calloused hands. The hard work. The sweat. The confidence (bordering on arrogance). I'd love to do an SRP about a cowboy who rides up and sweeps me off my feet. Total fantasy...as is any SRP.

If you wanted to play with me, you could break any cowboy stereotypes you wanted except the ones above. I'm not looking for a bull rider or rodeo man, although I'd be fine with that if that's how you wanted to write it. I really want the fantasy of the the strong, silent type who pours his blood, sweat, and tears into a ranch or farm.

This is more of a character request than a plot idea, so it's perpetually available.

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