So Much Ribbon

[sirhugs]

Wife drags hubby to the craft store. as she examines ribbon after ribbon, his mind wanders to how they might look around her wrists...

...or the wrists of the sales woman?

 

[Carnevil9]

.....especially since she made him buy that four-poster bed last year.....

 

[sirhugs]

.....especially since she made him buy that four-poster bed last year.....

so no wonder she is caressing that red velvet ribbon, her jaw slack, her eyes misty, her breathing ragged...

 

[Hypoxia]

.....especially since she made him buy that four-poster bed last year.....

BUY the bed? No, he's an amateur woodworker; that's his calm-down-from-the-office hobby. He MADE the bed. And pool and poker tables, the big dining-room table, other furniture. All with cunning tie-downs, large enough for... ropes and ribbons. Wifey didn't DRAG him to the craft store and the ribbon department -- he subtly maneuvered her into that. She doesn't know it yet, but her choices will be used on her -- and on the sales clerk, who's in on the trick. (Hubby's been boffing her for awhile.)

 

[Ldy_Sea]

When I read the title, I came up with an erotic idea for the Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

Hen pecked husband, is dragged everywhere by his wife. WHile she shops and berates the various clerks, he fantasizes about the clerks and his wife and him in various sexual sitiations.

I may try to write this...

 

[sirhugs]

When I read the title, I came up with an erotic idea for the Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

Hen pecked husband, is dragged everywhere by his wife. WHile she shops and berates the various clerks, he fantasizes about the clerks and his wife and him in various sexual sitiations.

I may try to write this...

I hope you do- always nice to inspire story, even when it goes on a tangent from my original idea.

 

[Hypoxia]

When I read the title, I came up with an erotic idea for the Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

Hen pecked husband, is dragged everywhere by his wife. WHile she shops and berates the various clerks, he fantasizes about the clerks and his wife and him in various sexual sitiations.

I may try to write this...

Beware of being inspired by Thurber -- I tried that with UNDER HIS EYES (linked in my .sig) and got creamed here. Although I do see a possibility with some of his Fables for out Times, like The Shrike and the Chipmunks ("Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead") and The Unicorn in the Garden ("Don't count your boobies before they are hatched"). But I digress.

Your Mittyesque idea would lead to many hot episodes -- alas, all in hubby's imagination. Various twist endings keep trying to emerge from MY imagination, like some of his (or wife's, or clerk's) fantasies somehow materialize; or what happens when he gets home, or in the backs of those shops, exceeds his fantasies; or... I dunno, it just seems like the story needs a good twist.

 

[Carnevil9]

Ahhh, and therein lies an interesting philosophical question: Does it make a difference if the sex is "all in his head" or if it is "real"? Because really, it isn't real in either case. It is a story that you are writing. It is totally made up and based on your imagination. Which would be an equally good story in either situation: his head or his bed.

I deliberately did that with my story "The Mermaid." I wrote a fantastical story of magical sex which required the reader to suspend shit-tons of disbelief to swallow it. Then, if they have made it all the way through to the end, I have it turn out to be a tall tale being told by some drunk in a bar. Thereby implying that it wasn't true after all. I'm hoping at least one reader shrugged and said, "What difference does it make if it was a story, or "real"? It was a good story all the same and that's all that matters."

 

[Hypoxia]

Ahhh, and therein lies an interesting philosophical question: Does it make a difference if the sex is "all in his head" or if it is "real"? Because really, it isn't real in either case. It is a story that you are writing. It is totally made up and based on your imagination. Which would be an equally good story in either situation: his head or his bed.

I deliberately did that with my story "The Mermaid." I wrote a fantastical story of magical sex which required the reader to suspend shit-tons of disbelief to swallow it. Then, if they have made it all the way through to the end, I have it turn out to be a tall tale being told by some drunk in a bar. Thereby implying that it wasn't true after all. I'm hoping at least one reader shrugged and said, "What difference does it make if it was a story, or "real"? It was a good story all the same and that's all that matters."

I think readers might be disappointed (and in an author-punishing mood) if the "real-life account" turns out to be drunken boasts -- unless there's a twist, like events occur that lend credence to his boasts. Like, the story is spun out, with many erotic episodes. Then the location of the storytelling is revealed, and the barkeep and patrons call the teller a liar. Then a hot babe or three (exactly as described in his tales) stroll in and walk him out. Bystanders are stunned. The end?

So, to Walter Mitty in the fabric shop: He visualizes sex with wife+clerks+other customers. Only vivid daydreams, right? Then, while wife is at the checkstand, Walt and a few clerks have a group session in the stock room. It turns out that this happens every time they shop there, heh heh. But it's all fantasyland, right? (Well, there was this episode I had with a produce clerk... )