Looking for Same Story - Your POV

[JL2000AND2]

I figured that for most of us, male and female, a lot of times, we want to know what our other half is thinking. Is she enjoying this as much as I am? What does she want to do, but may be afraid to tell me? This is what she said, but is that her motive? And so on...

What I would like to do is a take on the "continue the story" trade-off. Here, I'd like to produce the male side of a story, and still proceed in sections, or chapters, but then have a female's take on the same set of events, from her point of view. Then, sides switch. I have to adapt the next section (here's the continuation piece) to the parameters, events, observed actions/tendencies from my partner.

Thoughts on how this could be even better? Takers?

Normally, my tendency is younger male (mid-20's here), older female, but not necessarily a must at all.

Thanks

 

[sunandshadow]

This is a pretty cool idea for a writing activity. My main question would be, if you're doing it in sections instead of a one-shot, how would you handle the plotting and worldbuilding for the whole story?

(Oh I should probably clarify, I'm not applying personally because I don't write m/f pairings.)

 

[JL2000AND2]

Very good question. I would think that the easiest way (at least in the beginning) would be to handle each section as its own individual story, similar to a show on TV. It may have its underlying plots that continue from show to show, but there are individual episode plots that can stand on their own (for the most part).

Thus, characters can indeed build depth as each section is added, but the sections themselves could be viewed as either a piece of the pie, or the whole pie itself.

Thoughts? Feedback?

 

[SweetDreamStories]

This is always a fun idea. It's like the chain stories, or SRPs, for two. Have you any plot ideas going yet? Maybe having a few to choose from would give you greater chances of picking up an authoress...

 

[sunandshadow]

Yeah posting a list of brief summaries of 'episode' ideas sounds like a good idea to me. Maybe prefaced by a description of the genre/categories/fetishes you write.

Alternatively, write an episode or the plot outline for an episode or pick one you have already written and see if anyone's willing to write a response to it.


Personally I think the strong point of this idea is that a lot of writers (like me) suck at plotting and would find it freeing and a relief to write something where the plot has already been laid out.

 

[JL2000AND2]

I'll try to find a good one and get that going. But for now, here are the things I tend to write about (haven't explored other fetishes, but there's always a first time for everything!)

- Straight sex
- Younger male, older female (either teacher/student, son/mom's friend, younger guy/cougar)
- Business trips, office lust
- Meeting people online (writing about that scenario)

Better to list things I avoid writing about:
- Extreme pain
- Anything that involves feces
- Rape
- Underage

I hope that helps! I'll try to get a story up soon.

Thanks

 

[SweetDreamStories]

Thanks for the update. Hopefully it'll "get you out there" more.

 

[JL2000AND2]

Ok, I thought that I would post the first portion here. Therefore, any daring ladies can either PM or post their match. Thought that would be good for starters. If I were to have spent more time, it would be more polished, but sometimes, quantity is better than quality if limited by time-ity.

Story in next post.

 

[JL2000AND2]

Nothing is ever new in Corporate America. Same job, different job, it all seemed to me like it was just a bunch of e-mails and fire drills from my boss, who was in turn trying to make him or herself also look important by making the people that report to him/her do things all the time, even if what we did was never that impactful.

I was in my mid-twenties, feeling like I was already starting to waste my life away. Sure I stayed social and active and wanted to keep myself in shape, but where was the mental intensity and self fulfillment that we were taught to expect in college? Nothing until she arrived.

We have people join and leave our group all the time. It's one of those where there's enough people that you can feel like you get your own space, but also small enough that you pretty much know everyone else's business just by having a good ability to listen in on others' conversations in their cubicles. It wasn't a surprise to me to hear that we had a new analyst joining the group. Fantastic, at least someone new that I could learn about and not hear the same old hunting stories again and again from the same guys.

No fanfare when she arrived. It just happened one day that, on my way out to lunch I walked by what used to be an empty cubicle was occupied by some woman. I can honestly say that all I really noticed on my way out (one of those double-take notices, minus the cheesy sound effect) was her black boots. They weren't patent leather or anything, but were shiny and went all the way up her calf, allowing for a few inches of knee to show, and then a skirt. Afraid to be noticed, I registered the image and kept walking.

The thought of that singular image occupied my mind throughout all of lunch, even through the overly detailed recollection of the eight point buck my coworker had shot over the holiday weekend. Who wears boots like that to work? What was she like? I almost felt intimidated by this mysterious woman to even go ask. What am I going to tell her? "Hey, nice boots." Nice. Loser.

Needless to say, weeks go by, and I find out her name is Layla. Fitting with the boots, it's just exotic enough to keep me extremely intrigued. He body seemed to match. The clothes were business appropriate, but not boring in the least bit. Skirts almost always. Boots sometimes (if I was lucky). Her brunette hair flowed down to below her shoulders, so to almost hide my ability to check out her chest, which, my best guess was that it was a C cup, or a deceptive D. She was atractive, easily attractive, out of my league attractive. I was no match for her. Thus,we would see each other in the hall, and exchange soft hello's, but that's it. She must be one of those hide-in-my-cube-so-nobody-talks-to-me-even-though-I'm-hot analysts. Fair enough, sometimes, those are the best types. Keeps me from getting distracted.

Fast forward to a happy hour my buddies and I have at a bar. We meet up at this place that has great party music that we basically drank, danced, and tried to drunkenly hit on women to in college. All in all a fun place. I was in mid-conversation, filling the air with small talk about cars and clothes and sports, when out of the corner of my eye, from the dance floor, I saw the boots again! It can't be. My eyes ran up those memorable boots, to a much shorter, much tighter skirt. The skirt showed some wonderfully shaped hips and an ass that would get me in trouble if I stopped and stared at just that. Finally, she had on this tight, green t-shirt that had a low-cut v-neck, cut high enough that most of her cleavage was still saved for some special someone. Finally, I reached that oh-so-familiar face, and it was looking right at me. Grinning.

I had enough beers at the time that it was pretty easy for me to stroll right up and say hello.

"I didn't know you liked these kinds of places!" I had to scream over the music.

"Hell yes! I may be a bit older than you are, but my girlfriends and I still love to have a few drinks and dance the night away!" At that point, I noticed there were also three other women of similar age, looking our way and chatting to each other while they danced.

"You want to join us for a while? I know you do well on spreadsheets, let's see how you do on the dance floor! Wow, I'm not this forward normally!" as she held up her half consumed Long Island Iced Tea.

So we dance for a while, sometimes goofy, sometimes I attempt to be way better than what I'm capable of. But overall, especially as my couple of buddies also got up the courage to come over as well, we all had a great time. Then came some of the hip hop songs where Layla would turn around and back up that skirt right into me, and I knew she felt I was fairly aroused though the buldge in my jeans. If anything, it made her rub her ass on me harder.

About an hour or so later, we were still having a great time, but it appeared as if my buddies were about done, and so were her friends. "My girls gave me the signal that they're ready to leave, but I don't want to go. I'm having fun enjoying you."

"They stay out with me! I'll take you home. I can't be that much of a creep, otherwise, you'd be able to forget to send me the reports I need for my presentation next week." I tell her, assuming my buddies were there to help me out.

"Ok, great!" she tells me. I turn around to tell my guys that we may need to rearrange the two cars we brought, but when I look, they're already gone. What great friends, that they don't even tell me goodbye... jerks. But I love them.

So, we dance for another 30 minutes, and as the bar closes, she tells me that her apartment is actually within walking distance, and being an unseasonably warm evening for winter, asked me to walk her home. That's totally cool with me, and the law enforcement. I'm in.

On the way to her apartment, she would look at me, grinning again, and then giggle to herself. "What's funny?" I asked. Giggling, "nothing," she replies back. So we're going to play that game. After that, she prances ahead of me and then makes sure that I'm checking her out, by turning her head back a few times to check me checking her out. I was guilty and didn't even care.

We get to her door, and I'm expecting a whole lot more from this hidden beauty in my office. She then comes up to me, hugs me (a little hard pressing for more than friends), and as she kisses me, slowly, on my cheek, I feel her hand graze the two hour boner I've been sporting.

"See you at work." She says. I'm speechless. I walk home speechless. I then masturbate uncontrollably upon getting to my place. Still speechless, but at least I was feeling better speechless. My night ends with a few grunts and a huge explosion of semen onto my stomach, intendend for other targets.

Finally, I can't wait to get to work on Monday.

 

[JL2000AND2]

Any takers to write the female point of view for this segment?