Hi Curious in London

[londondocklandscouple]

Hi all. I'm Paula from the UK. Usually just read but decided to make a profile here. Have always liked the idea of being seduced by another female. Would love someone to write a story for me. Am a teacher from London. Married. Have flirted with a few friends sometimes but don't have enough courage to go any further yet. Love a slow build up. Love the thought of exposing my self and being exposed to. Public places are especially intriguing. Not wanting others to catch us but nearly. Feel free to contact me if you want. No single men please.

Paula xx

 

[CiaoSteve]

Take a look at some of my stories (suggest maybe When the Cat's Away early chapters or Like Mother, Like Daughter). If you like the style of writing, PM me as I'd love to hear more about your fantasies. Both of these stories were written for another reader. I'd also be up for editing if you have something written.

Steve (also British)

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

Life in the Equatorial Islands was pretty laid back. The temperature didn't vary very much. Usual being 20 degrees at one AM and 30 at one PM. The rainfall on the island -- the one that natives named Kiritimati for the turtles and Cap'n James Cook named Christmas for the day he sighted it -- did vary, from 24 cm over the spring to 1 cm for fall.

Paula was sent to London there in the Pacific Ocean by the UN's "Teachers Without Borders." On a very handsome contract to teach the Gilberteese children Hungarian. That gig wasn't working out so well. Because, well, no offence intended, there wasn't really a pressing need to speak or read Hungarian on Christmas Island.

Paul, Paula's husband, a theoretical physicist, was given a leadership job by the Atomic Energy Commission of the Gilbert and Sullivan Islands. But the AECG&SI was apparently a non-existent organization. Invented by the same bored UN staffers messing around on a drunken afternoon in an Upper East Side bar who had decided on a lark to send "Paul and Paula from London to London." Along with 100 copies of 'The Monty Python Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook' to use as a text.

But the two were enjoying their beachside mansion near Banana, the second largest town on Christmas Isle. With jobs they only showed up at occasionally (and when they were bored) so they both had some serious suntans going.

They were getting paid to do nothing living in a manse in a place where the cost of living was far less than in that "other London" where it was more crowded, colder, dirtier, with a higher crime-rate. That place where men and women wore those odd garments they called "clothing." In "this London" Paula often wore nothing but a tiny string bikini, sandals, and a wide brimmed hat.

Then one day while Paula was at Cassidy International Airport -- buying duty free gin -- a naked, tall-ish, older woman came in to buy some Kalgoorie Bitters. As the clerk went to dig the faded old cardboard case from underneath 25 years of accumulated dust and junk in the back storeroom Paula struck up a conversation with the naked aviatrix whose homemade replica of a Fokker F.VII, the famed "Southern Cross" was parked just outside.

Paula enjoyed the playful banter with the lady pilot, "Fokker? I hardly even knew her." "Sorry, no seat belts. My co-pilot will take your bikini and tie you to 'The Southern Cross.'" "Haven't you heard 'not all' female pilots are dykes, mostly we are bi." "Want to crawl inside?" "Come along, I'll take you for a spin."

Paula agreed to ask Paul if he wanted to try it "'30s style" and meet up with the lady when returned in a week for another case of the out-of-production brew. The lady said she'd be happy to take them "both to the clouds and back together," but she'd "only do one member of a pair if she'd met the other member and they were cool with it."

 

[sirhugs]

Harrrumph.... this is the the story Ideas forum, not the personals forum (and AA's post is longer than an "idea" by forum rules)

 

[Hypoxia]

Hi all. I'm Paula from the UK. Usually just read but decided to make a profile here. Have always liked the idea of being seduced by another female.

Must that female be human? Bisexual cephalopod story ideas abound here. Human-size female mantids appear also. They should be safe -- nothing to lose one's head over.

As Sirhugs pointed out, this is the Story Ideas forum. Have you a story idea for us to chew on? How do you see it begin, and how do you want it to end?

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Must that female be human? Bisexual cephalopod story ideas abound here. Human-size female mantids appear also. They should be safe -- nothing to lose one's head over.

As Sirhugs pointed out, this is the Story Ideas forum. Have you a story idea for us to chew on? How do you see it begin, and how do you want it to end?

i can see tentacles...

etc.



and, as H and Sirhugs mentioned, but in my own cunty style: fuck off to the personals.

 

[TarnishedPenny]

Hi all. I'm Paula from the UK. Usually just read but decided to make a profile here. Have always liked the idea of being seduced by another female. Would love someone to write a story for me. Am a teacher from London. Married. Have flirted with a few friends sometimes but don't have enough courage to go any further yet. Love a slow build up. Love the thought of exposing my self and being exposed to. Public places are especially intriguing. Not wanting others to catch us but nearly. Feel free to contact me if you want. No single men please.

Paula xx

If that’s a ‘personals’ invite, as sirhugs as said, this isn’t the place.

If, on the other hand, you’re generally looking for a writer to do a tale for you based on what you have said, then PM me and we can discuss it.