A Romantic Evening

[sirhugs]

I suck at writing romance- just too twisted, I guess, but today's idea in search of a good home is simple:

he and she have been platonic pals since preschool. they have helped each other through numerous academic and romantic misadventures.

This fall, at eighteen, they headed off to separate schools. though they Skyped, they missed each other.

First night home for the holidays, they plan dinner to catch up. her place - her parents out at a dinner party.

Big storm, power goes out. Luckily she just finished cooking. they eat by candle light.

her parents phone - since power out, they are staying at hotel where party is which has power still.

as they chat, he & she both admit to still being virgins, confront why...

 

[HornyHenry]

I like it

I suck at writing romance- just too twisted, I guess, but today's idea in search of a ghood home is simple:

he and she have been platonic pals since preschool. they have helped each other through numerous academic and romantic misadventures.

This fall, at eighteen, they headed off to seperate schools. though they Skyped, they missed each other.

First night home for the holidays, they plan dinner to catch up. her place - her partents out at a dinner party.

Big storm, power goes out. Luckily she just finished cooking. they eat by candle light.

her parents phone - since power out, threy are staying at hotel where party is which has power still.

as they chat, he & she both admit to still being virgins, confront why...

Full stomachs, wine, dim lights all make for a good time.
Yeah, I know. I too have trouble writing romance. I guess it hurts too much.

 

[Fatwa_Morgana]

I try to write romance, but it usually comes out so sad!

Morgana

 

[mcevin]

Full stomachs, wine, dim lights all make for a good time.
Yeah, I know. I too have trouble writing romance. I guess it hurts too much.

Oh, well, I could probably WRITE about romance okay. It's the REAL THING I suck at. (blush) Um, okay, I didn't really mean to be so specific. Anyway, I was molested at an early age. I got hypersexualized, my shrink said, which is why I sucked so much cock. Later, I found out you were supposed to kiss and stuff first. I finally realized you were supposed to actually have some kind of a RELATIONSHIP!

So when I was [censored] I started going with this really old guy, he was in COLLEGE, for god's sake. I mean, I wasn't supposed to date until I was [censored], but the time between when School Lets Out and Mom Comes Home, KIDZ RULE! He drove this black Mustang and he had HANDCUFFS dangling from the rear view. So he totally seduced me, I wrote his name next to mine in my books, we were going to get married. So one day when mom was out of town in Vegas with one of her studs, we did it up in my little room. I'm kind of grateful, because he was really gentle. Afterwards he drove me back to Brenda's, where I was staying. He kissed me goodnight and I never saw him again.

That sort of jaded me on romance, so I went back to sucking cock, only now I kissed and stuff first, usually. I was pretty popular. My tits weren't big enough to be a cheerleader, but I was on the dance squad. I was everybody's sweetheart. At one point I was sucking the whole backfield. (blush) Not all at the same time, though. So then when the clock struck “18” I moved in with this guy. It wasn't exactly romance. He was like a “fixer-upper,” I thought he'd stop drinking and snorting his half of the rent after I moved in, but he didn't. I don't remember if we got evicted before or after we broke up, but I wound up homeless and sleeping at the junior college until I moved in with April and Kristie and Jenny.

So, you are supposed to write what you know, and since I don't know anything about romance, I don't write about it. Most of what I write about is extensions or exaggerations about things that actually happened to me, or almost did, or might have. They are all kinky, and mostly happened before I was 18, so my range is severely restricted. I mean I started to write a stroke story to Sirhug's idea, “Don't Cry,” but it was so sappy, there was goo everywhere, so I gave up.

Then I had a “What's wrong with me” moment, I mean all the other girls my age are married, except for my freaky friends, so then I got depressed, and then April showed up with some good pot, and then I wasn't depressed any more.

Love,

Jamie