naughtynaughty
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OOC: Maybe I'm crazy and nobody will participate, but I thought I'd give it a try.
In the spirit of the lively Gender Bending conversation, I was curious if any guy would like to try his hand at writing a sex scene from the female perspective. I have always been interested in writing one from the point of view of a male, and yesterday I thought to myself: "Why not give it a whirl?"
The premise is going to be simple. I will play the big stud mafia guy, and a guy will play my really hot stripper girlfriend. If this never gets off the ground, I don't really care, but I thought it might be an interesting change of pace.
IC:
"Boss, we're almost there," Johnnie Wheels calls from the front seat of the big dark cadillac. I look out the window as we cruise down the strip, and there it is, The Glass Slipper, the crown jewel of my collection of strip clubs. Johnnie pulls up around back, and I get out, looking around, adjusting my dark suit and my shoulder holster. I take a look at myself in the mirrored back door of the club, and smile. In college I had been a linebacker, pretty good to, until I got kicked out for fixing games. I never looked back, just kept gambling, dealing, killing when I had to. I had kept lifting weights because I found in this business, size does matter, and if I could intimidate these goombahs without drawing my pistol, the terror on their faces when I pulled out my hand cannon was that much more.
As Johnnie opens the door for me, I smile again, thinking about the tail I have working for me here. Lauren is my favorite, and the one I am here to see tonight. I walk up to one of the girls getting ready and grab her ass. "Hey sweet tits, when's Lauren go on?" she turns and laughs at me.
"Jimmy, you got such a hard-on for her, when you gonna come around and look me up? She's on in ten, main stage." I'll look her up when she firms up that ass and gets implants, I think to myself ... still she's probably pretty good in the sack.
I take my seat at the end of the runway, and settle in with a beer in my hand. I remember when Lauren first came to one of my clubs. She was a beauty, Miss County of some place in Ohio, or something. She was headed to California, and only made it as far as Vegas before I got my hands on her. For a while I made a rule that I wouldn't touch my own girls. Lauren was the exception. Her body was impeccable, and eventually I got her to go under the knife for the finishing touches, two of them, sitting high on her chest (mama mia, did they look nice).
"Ladies and Gentlemen it is the great pleasure of The Glass Slipper to present to you, on the main stage .... Lauren." A lot of girls picked special names to dance under, but I had told Lauren that with her dancing, and looks, she didn't need it.
OOC: So there it is, I would like Lauren to dance about for a post, then Jimmy will come backstage and take her to his office. I would like her to be a little scared of Jimmy (he's an intimidating guy), but in love with him, willing to do anything for him.
In the spirit of the lively Gender Bending conversation, I was curious if any guy would like to try his hand at writing a sex scene from the female perspective. I have always been interested in writing one from the point of view of a male, and yesterday I thought to myself: "Why not give it a whirl?"
The premise is going to be simple. I will play the big stud mafia guy, and a guy will play my really hot stripper girlfriend. If this never gets off the ground, I don't really care, but I thought it might be an interesting change of pace.
IC:
"Boss, we're almost there," Johnnie Wheels calls from the front seat of the big dark cadillac. I look out the window as we cruise down the strip, and there it is, The Glass Slipper, the crown jewel of my collection of strip clubs. Johnnie pulls up around back, and I get out, looking around, adjusting my dark suit and my shoulder holster. I take a look at myself in the mirrored back door of the club, and smile. In college I had been a linebacker, pretty good to, until I got kicked out for fixing games. I never looked back, just kept gambling, dealing, killing when I had to. I had kept lifting weights because I found in this business, size does matter, and if I could intimidate these goombahs without drawing my pistol, the terror on their faces when I pulled out my hand cannon was that much more.
As Johnnie opens the door for me, I smile again, thinking about the tail I have working for me here. Lauren is my favorite, and the one I am here to see tonight. I walk up to one of the girls getting ready and grab her ass. "Hey sweet tits, when's Lauren go on?" she turns and laughs at me.
"Jimmy, you got such a hard-on for her, when you gonna come around and look me up? She's on in ten, main stage." I'll look her up when she firms up that ass and gets implants, I think to myself ... still she's probably pretty good in the sack.
I take my seat at the end of the runway, and settle in with a beer in my hand. I remember when Lauren first came to one of my clubs. She was a beauty, Miss County of some place in Ohio, or something. She was headed to California, and only made it as far as Vegas before I got my hands on her. For a while I made a rule that I wouldn't touch my own girls. Lauren was the exception. Her body was impeccable, and eventually I got her to go under the knife for the finishing touches, two of them, sitting high on her chest (mama mia, did they look nice).
"Ladies and Gentlemen it is the great pleasure of The Glass Slipper to present to you, on the main stage .... Lauren." A lot of girls picked special names to dance under, but I had told Lauren that with her dancing, and looks, she didn't need it.
OOC: So there it is, I would like Lauren to dance about for a post, then Jimmy will come backstage and take her to his office. I would like her to be a little scared of Jimmy (he's an intimidating guy), but in love with him, willing to do anything for him.