ideas for scenes

[cumaholic21]

Hello, welcome to my thread for ideas. If any of these ring a bell for you, IM me. The plan is to mark the ones I'm currently doing a thread on in some way. Like making them silver for example. All are welcome to weigh in in the thread as well, though I hope people will be nice about it.

I'm not a book-length poster in general, but a couple of paragraphs.

(copying my SRP profile straight out of the SRP profile thread, because it should be here)

Gender: fem

Age: i can try to play any age, but prefer teens/early twenties

Orientation: straight

Power Exchange: a little bit submissive, but not into BDSM

Race: white black brown yellow red

Bodytype: Sure, I'd like to look like a porn star. But am open to whatever turns you on.

Alternate species/fantasy races/furries/mutations: I just can't help thinking vampires are ridiculous. other than that, I'm pretty open.

Settings: love the idea of fantasy worlds, sci fi, historical stuff, but also happy to do real life. as long as real life is dirty.

Likes/kinks: pretty vanilla sexually, but open to experimentation. i'm big on penetration (oral or vaginal) and cum. i like to play slutty roles, and i like guys who like to take advantage. i like being pushed around a little bit.

Hard limits: bathroom stuff, any violence more than a little slapping, BDSM protocol, etc

Availability: most days

 

[cumaholic21]

Today's scene idea:

Extreme slumming

a spoiled little rich girl finds herself stranded among the true dregs of society, beggars, untouchables, hoboes, what have you. Perhaps she had a little too much to drink or the wrong drug cocktail and wandered away from the superchic club down a dark side street. She passes out, and wakes up to find herself lost, disoriented, badly hungover and robbed. No money, no phone, no car keys, no ID. Just extremely high heels and a tiny little dress she wore clubbing.

She is not evil, but sheltered. Her snobbishness is not malicious, but just the honest belief that she is superior and the assumption that any man would be happy to help her with no expectations.

He (or they) is not a king of the underworld or anything of that sort. Just the bottom of the bottom. Crushed by despair and deprivation to the point where there is little thought for anything beyond food, shelter and possibly a fix.

Picturing a darkly futuristic setting where the line between rich and poor is even greater and the rich live in unimaginably decadent luxury while the rest of the world lives in decaying ruin. Of course, it could also be Miami, so...

 

[cumaholic21]

The New Professor
Krista Parks is the newest professor of literature at Bob Jones University. She's just moved to the small college town in the middle of nowhere and has been so busy preparing for her classes that she has hardly had time to socialize outside of faculty and department meetings.

The last days before classes start, she starts having to meet with her student advisees, which is a hard duty to perform when she knows the university about as well as the freshmen do. At the end of the day, though, one comes in who she feels a connection with.

 

[cumaholic21]

The Off Season

Elena had just graduated from High School and was waiting tables at a restaurant while she tried to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. That was when her granduncle passed, and as his nearest living relative, she inherited his luxurious beach house in Slippitt. It was a large house with a wide yard and plenty of privacy, and only an hour outside of the city. When she arrived, she thought she had died and gone to heaven, until she was told about the estate tax.

She had already given up her apartment to move into the old house, and her job barely paid enough to keep the lights on. She knew when summer came, she could rent the place out and at least break even, but she had to get through the winter first, and find some way to pay the taxes on the place. She was out of ideas and starting to get desperate when a customer at the restaurant made a joke about what guys would pay to get a piece of her.

The idea stuck with her, and she realized that with the house, she could offer a degree of luxury that was above and beyond the usual run of things. The ad was discreet, looking like any ad for a small hotel, except in addition to photos of the rooms and the view, there was also a revealing photograph of her. "Adults only, discretion assured" was the only indication that the Slippitt Inn offered more than just a comfortable room.

http://www.gonitelife.com/images/stairs.jpg
http://www.tcvillas.com/beach_villa_paprika/beach_villa_paprika_house.jpg

 

[cumaholic21]

Beeeeeeep. "Hon, some guy called about the car, do you think you could take him for a test drive after your tennis lesson? I told them to try around three."

Kim looked up at the clock. It was ten after three, and she had just gotten out of the shower. She should have checked the machine as soon as she got home She sighs and reaches for the phone to call her husband back when she hears a car pulling into the driveway. Quickly, she slips on a pair of cutoff jeans and a tanktop and goes to see.

When she meets the guy and offers him a test drive of the car her husband is trying to sell, he asks if they can take it to his mechanic to have a look. When they pull into the garage, the doors slide closed, and she's alone with the mechanic and the guy. They have arranged with her husband to have her kidnapped and raped...

... or something like that.

 

[cumaholic21]

It was the kind of storm that seemed to come out of nowhere. Or maybe Sara had just had too much to drink at the party and wasn't paying much attention. She had left the party before she did anything she'd regret, and was halfway across campus when there was a huge flash of lightning and a deafening burst of thunder. She screamed in surprise and then the rain started falling, thick and hard. She started to run, but she was disoriented, and when the next flash of lightning knocked the power out, she was in the dark.

She made it to her dorm and pushed in, soaked to the skin and laughing from fear. The stairs were dark, but she made her way up to the third floor where her room was. It was late and the hall was dark and quiet. Everyone had either gone to sleep or was still out. She opened the door to her room and slipped in. The first thing was to get out of her wet clothes, so she stripped down quickly and pulled a towel from the hook on her closet door.

It was a little rough and had an oddly masculine smell to it, and she mumbled something nasty about her roommate's boyfriend. She hung the towel back up and found her bed, pulling back the covers, she climbed in. It felt strange, but she shrugged it off, thinking how everything seemed strange in the dark, and soon she slipped into a deep, drunk sleep, listening to the rain.

((naturally, she has found her way to the wrong dorm, the wrong room and the wrong bed. Whose bed it is and how he reacts to finding a naked blonde in his bed? Someone exceptionally geeky, coming back from the computer lab, possibly?))

 

[cumaholic21]

revenge

Nora had been waiting all through the winter break to see Tom again. He had been her first boyfriend in college, and her first lover. He was a senior in one of the coolest fraternitys on campus, and she knew how lucky she was that he had taken an interest in her, a freshman, and an inexperienced one. It wasn't too hard to see why he liked her, she was 5'4" and had a 34c 24 36 figure, with silky long brown hair and soft, dark eyes.

The four weeks of christmas break, he had gone home to his family and she had gone to see hers, but she was back, and at last her dad had driven off. She could go see him. She changed into her come-fuck-me boots, 4" stilettos that zipped up to her knees, and thigh high stockings. She put on the little stripper g string he liked, and a lacy little babydoll she had bought over the holiday. She put on her long winter coat and buttoned it up all the way as she walked across campus to his dorm.

She heard noises coming from his room and decided to surprise him, silently opening the door and slipping in... and seeing his cock buried between his ex girlfriend's thighs. His ass bounced up and down as he pounded her, and Nora stared heart-broken as the little blonde slut moaned and sighed.

Nora stepped out of the room, stunned, just as a couple of Tom's frat brothers were coming down the hall. They froze when they saw her, obviously everyone but her knew what was going on.

"Hey, Nora," they said, uncertainly.

"Hi," she said. "Tom's back."

"Yeah," they said, glancing at each other.

"With that slut," she said.