If you don`t need me, I`ll try another man

[tlinher]

Hello. I have an idea that is too romantic to try on my own. If someone has a desire, they can use it as a starting point for their erotic story.

A woman is preparing for a date with a man with whom she has been in a relationship for some time. Today is a special day. For the first time, she has the desire and willingness to spend with him not only the evening but also the night. Suddenly, he calls and says, "I can't come. I have an important task at work. If I do it, I'll prove that I'm really the best in my department." She has not yet recovered from the shock and frustration when the doorbell rang. It turns out to be her neighbor, a man with whom she is very good friends. He says, "I'm giving you back one of your books written by your favorite author. I'd like another one for you, but I see I'm bothering you. Looking at how you're prepared, it's obviously going to be a special night."

 

[Carnevil9]

Interesting setup. I think you have to decide, before you start writing, what the situation is, though: is the boyfriend a jerk and the neighbor is her true destiny? Or is the boyfriend a good dude who doesn't realize he's hurting her, and the neighbor is a mistake she is about to make? Or some completely else?

I think it could work either way, but they would be very different stories.

 

[AvroAnson]

Hello. I have an idea that is too romantic to try on my own. If someone has a desire, they can use it as a starting point for their erotic story.

Fleshing it out more (with an additional complete set of male flesh ) ...

A woman named Christine, was preparing for a date with Steve, who worked as a barrista down at City Coffee. She had been in a relationship with him for some time. They are very much in lust with one another. Who knows, perhaps they were even in love. Today was a special day , after much thought,
for the first time, Chrissy had the desire and willingness to spend with him not only the evening but also the night.

Her reluctance was not caused by internal conflict but by external conflict. Namely it was economics. You see, Chrissy was a short order cook at Mellon's Diner downtown. It was a safe neighborhood and the diner was only half-a-mile away. Walking to work was easy, making the expense of a car unnecessary. Chrissy owned a tiny shotgun house, but buying it was a stretch on her salary at the diner.

It took some time. Chrissy had to be sure that Steve was "the one." She knew that she wasn't as young as she used to be. She could hear her eggs beginning to over ripen inside her abdomen. She wanted crazy no-holes-barred sex and knew that Steve-O could deliver. But she has also wanted kids and a good guy to be around in the role of daddy. Steve had called his own maturity level into question more than once.

Sometimes at night Chrissy dreamt that she was a wealthy man, a noble landowner living in medieval times with a wife and a mistress, to give her -- uh him -- both crazy sex and a big family with lots of kids. Chrissy read a lot of medieval fiction in her spare time. Because it was all just a fantasy that could never really happen. Steve's job didn't pay much and hers barely provided for one. Her parlor was set up as her bedroom because the house only had four rooms.

They had a date. Steve was coming over for dinner that night, and she had made something very special because she planned to make a proposal of sorts to Steve. But suddenly, he called her on the phone and he said, "I can't come. I have an important task at work. The manager here suddenly quit, and the owner said I could have her job if I can handle it. Babe, if I do it, I'll prove that I'm really the best choice. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Chrissy was perplexed. On the one hand she was concerned about Steve’s lack of maturity. This was a rational and mature choice. So by his absence, he could be making more money as manager, and making her plan more workable. On the other hand he hadn’t heard, much less agreed to the plan. And her feelings were just plain hurt that he wouldn’t enjoy the fine meal that she had just prepared.

She had not yet recovered. She was still in a state of shock and frustration when the doorbell rang. It was Ben from next door, a man with whom she was very good friends.

“Hey, Chrissy, I just thought I’d pop by to give you back one of your medieval fantasy novels.”

“Thanks, Benjamin,” she said,” I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I did, I can see why Claire Chavioux is your favorite author.”

“I’m glad you liked it. Reading her prose I can imagine that I’m really there and not stuck here.”

“You know, I'd like another one of hers from you, but I can see that I'm keeping you. Looking at how you've prepared, it's obviously going to be a special night."

“It was supposed to be. But it didn't turn out that way. Come on in."

“Really,” Ben said, “I'm not intruding?”

“No, my date for the evening got called in to work at the last minute.”

“That is the best thing about being the boss. You don't get paid much, but you get to decide your own hours.”

“Your motorcycle shop isn't doing well?”

“No, it's doing okay now. There were some really long hours in the beginning. In fact that's why I broke up with Darlene. She wasn’t happy because there was never any time or spare money to go do anything 'fun' like go on long road trips.”

“Oh, so you're in the same situation. The one where fantasy trumps reality.”

“Yeah, It would be really cool to actually live in one of those novels.”

“Ah, to be Lord of the Manor and have a wife and three mistresses.”

“That would be fun,” Ben said.

Chrissy hit him softly on the arm.

“Gawd," she said, "you guys are all alike. Not satisfied with just one girl.”

“So, you could write the next book. Make yourself the Duchess, Then you could have three handsome studs serving you.”

“Yeah, like some guy would go for that in real life,”

“Ya know, I'm sure plenty would. They say that 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander.'”

“Like … really? You’d ever share a girl with another guy.”

“Well ... I actually did exactly that a long time ago.”

“Gee, that didn't make you feel weird?”

“Naah, it was great, we were all giving what we gave.”

A thought suddenly popped into Chrissy's head. Benjamin wasn't the most handsome guy in the world. But he was fit, built, and quite muscular. Truth be told Chrissy knew that she wasn't a fashion model either. Besides that those eggs were rapidly approaching their sell-by date. While Steve was a thoughtful guy, he wasn't going to grace the cover of ‘Men’s Health’ or ‘Gentleman’s Quarterly’ either. She wondered if Steve would have the same reaction that Ben did to the idea of a three-way sexual relationship.

It could really work out well, Chrissy thought. Once Steve got his promotion at City Coffee and was making more money, he could give up his apartment and move into her house. Ben's identical place was right across the shared white shell driveway. They could then go back and forth between the two houses. Setting one up as the “vanilla home for children.” Her children, the ones that both Steven and Ben sired. And the other house, probably Ben’s, could be a place of wild uninhibited sex.

Chrissy suddenly had a new mission in life. To ascertain, without actually making the offer first, whether Benjamin and Steve would be willing to go along with this new innovative plan that she had for the next twenty-five years of their lives. Spending them together.

“You know, Benjamin,” Chrissy said, “I spent a lot of time making this meal. Would you like to stay for dinner? I have a couple of thoughts I'd like to bounce off of you.”

 

[tlinher]

Fleshing it out more (with an additional complete set of male flesh )
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Oh, thank you, you`ve done it so well. The whole story plays with the idea of sex, but without any sexual activity. It is really exciting.

 

[tlinher]

Interesting setup. I think you have to decide, before you start writing, what the situation is, though: is the boyfriend a jerk and the neighbor is her true destiny? Or is the boyfriend a good dude who doesn't realize he's hurting her, and the neighbor is a mistake she is about to make? Or some completely else?

I think it could work either way, but they would be very different stories.

To be honest, my vague idea of ​​her boyfriend is this: “His decision to seize the sudden opportunity is like saying,“ My success is more important than my girlfriend. ”In addition, the unexpected change in her plans is like a wall. in which her enthusiastic anticipation for the coming evening was shattered.
For the neighbor - they are very good friends, but so far it has not happened to have any intimate relationships.
I didn't share it as part of my original idea, because I'm aware that it sounds like some kind of naive childhood fantasy, "Having a happy opportunity when you didn't expect it to happen to you at all."