Here's a story idea that's been percolating for some time now in the back of my mind, that has a number of diverse elements...submission, incestuous overtones, and a bit of a revenge fantasy on 'useless husbands' as well. Being divorced, this is a subject I happen to have some experience with.
The setting is New Hampshire in springtime, a typical upper middle class neighbourhood with tree lined streets and white picket fences straight out of a Rockwell painting, except for a strange turn of events at the local high school this year.
The ladies of the local PTA have organized a meeting in the school library to discuss fund raising for their son's extracurricular sports program, and face an abrupt impasse.
Mrs. Penelope Olsen suddenly threw down her purse and exclaimed in a shrill tone...
"Not another bake sale!!!!!... Cant we think of something else this time around???"
Much heated discussion and brainstorming ensues, until a new idea is agreed upon after reviewing trials from other schools in the area.
Why not hold an auction...involving all the beautiful boys in the school body-building club, in their final year and 18 years of age.
The prize? One romantic evening for the moms with the highest bids...all proceeds going to the school sports fund!!!
Yes, it was prefect, they all agreed with a coy delight and much embarrassed giggling all around.
Fourteen boys would be auctioned off for a night of erotic enchantment, the most gorgeous of them going for the highest price, of course.
Skipping ahead, yours truly (Mrs. MiriamL) finds herself with the highest bid for a boy who happens to be one of my son's friends...oh my...and that rippled bronze torso of his will soon be mine, at least for a while!
He turns out to be the quiet type but very observant. Some boys can just tell what a woman needs...by the way she moves, her facial expressions and fashion choices. He can see the subtle signs, when a woman LOVES having her hair pulled, her pantyhose ripped. the string of pearls around her neck used as an erotic constriction.
He arrives at my home at 4pm after school, when my son is playing soccer, and two hours before my husband gets home from work. More details to follow about the final climatic scene at the living room window...as we both watch my husband walking down the street with his little briefcase and accountant's uniform, blissfully unaware of what lengths his neglected wife will engage for charity!
PM if you'd like to collaborate. -Miriam.
The setting is New Hampshire in springtime, a typical upper middle class neighbourhood with tree lined streets and white picket fences straight out of a Rockwell painting, except for a strange turn of events at the local high school this year.
The ladies of the local PTA have organized a meeting in the school library to discuss fund raising for their son's extracurricular sports program, and face an abrupt impasse.
Mrs. Penelope Olsen suddenly threw down her purse and exclaimed in a shrill tone...
"Not another bake sale!!!!!... Cant we think of something else this time around???"
Much heated discussion and brainstorming ensues, until a new idea is agreed upon after reviewing trials from other schools in the area.
Why not hold an auction...involving all the beautiful boys in the school body-building club, in their final year and 18 years of age.
The prize? One romantic evening for the moms with the highest bids...all proceeds going to the school sports fund!!!
Yes, it was prefect, they all agreed with a coy delight and much embarrassed giggling all around.
Fourteen boys would be auctioned off for a night of erotic enchantment, the most gorgeous of them going for the highest price, of course.
Skipping ahead, yours truly (Mrs. MiriamL) finds herself with the highest bid for a boy who happens to be one of my son's friends...oh my...and that rippled bronze torso of his will soon be mine, at least for a while!
He turns out to be the quiet type but very observant. Some boys can just tell what a woman needs...by the way she moves, her facial expressions and fashion choices. He can see the subtle signs, when a woman LOVES having her hair pulled, her pantyhose ripped. the string of pearls around her neck used as an erotic constriction.
He arrives at my home at 4pm after school, when my son is playing soccer, and two hours before my husband gets home from work. More details to follow about the final climatic scene at the living room window...as we both watch my husband walking down the street with his little briefcase and accountant's uniform, blissfully unaware of what lengths his neglected wife will engage for charity!
PM if you'd like to collaborate. -Miriam.
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