Post your unexplored concepts!
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oggbashan
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Far too many to list.
I have over 100 started stories in my current file and hundreds more in past years' files. If I started to list possible scenarios, instead of stories that have been started, I'd never finish the list.
Off the top of my head, here is a theme and variations:
Freecycle or Freegle
He wants something, places a want for it. She answers. They meet, like each other, and ...
Or Vice-Versa - She wants something...
She answers, hasn't got exactly what he wants, but suggests an alternative. They meet to discuss...
She answers enquiring why he should want such an obscure thing, they correspond, meet, things go wrong between them, then she finds the object, contacts him again, they agree to start again....
And so on.
Og
I have over 100 started stories in my current file and hundreds more in past years' files. If I started to list possible scenarios, instead of stories that have been started, I'd never finish the list.
Off the top of my head, here is a theme and variations:
Freecycle or Freegle
He wants something, places a want for it. She answers. They meet, like each other, and ...
Or Vice-Versa - She wants something...
She answers, hasn't got exactly what he wants, but suggests an alternative. They meet to discuss...
She answers enquiring why he should want such an obscure thing, they correspond, meet, things go wrong between them, then she finds the object, contacts him again, they agree to start again....
And so on.
Og
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Male bot or fembot?
brigel
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Think Wall-E, but with no soul.
TheeGoatPig
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I wanted to write one about a grad student that gets fucked so thoroughly that she became stupid, but lost all interest in it after researching a few things for it (the research didn't turn me off the story, I just lost momentum on the idea).
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40Eamy
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I have been toying with a sort of masturbation/group sex story.
Something along the lines of a masturbation cafe or private sex club. Love the idea just not sure about the finer details ^^.
Something along the lines of a masturbation cafe or private sex club. Love the idea just not sure about the finer details ^^.
TxRad
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I had an idea that i started but haven't finished along this line. SexualAdventures.com. A web site for sexual adventures has all sort of possibilities.
I need to get back on that project. Need more time. 24 hours in a day just ain't enough.
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40Eamy
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I had an idea that i started but haven't finished along this line. SexualAdventures.com. A web site for sexual adventures has all sort of possibilities.
I need to get back on that project. Need more time. 24 hours in a day just ain't enough.
so true ^^. Sounds like a great idea, id love to see the finished product!
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A mysogenic midget who likes to have
sex with Shakira, Sarah Palin, Hillary Clinton and Condalisa while skydiving without a parachute.
You cant miss here.
Someone is bound to be happy with the results
You should add this section between the Non-Concent and sex with blue gorillas section.
sex with Shakira, Sarah Palin, Hillary Clinton and Condalisa while skydiving without a parachute.
You cant miss here.
Someone is bound to be happy with the results
You should add this section between the Non-Concent and sex with blue gorillas section.
bashfullyshameless
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My Mom's a Sex Genie -- I haven't decided if the main character is male or female, but he/she has done a short stretch in the military, served well but came home mildly wounded and jaded. Then he/she discovers that his/her single mother was actually the "sex genie" in someone else's sex genie story (in the abstract; I'm not hoping to steal someone else's genie character). Mom decides to take to "rehabilitating" her son/daughter.
Absolute Loyalty -- The average "Boss Wants to Cuckold His Employees" story with a twist: the couple is sexually adventurous but also unbreakably in love. The polar reverse of the "sissy husband and unfulfilled wife" angle.
I have more, but I've gotta go to work.
Absolute Loyalty -- The average "Boss Wants to Cuckold His Employees" story with a twist: the couple is sexually adventurous but also unbreakably in love. The polar reverse of the "sissy husband and unfulfilled wife" angle.
I have more, but I've gotta go to work.
JackLuis
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Lil' Orphan Annie, ended.
________________________________________
"Over 86 years, the spunky — and forever young — orphan has endured hundreds of curly hair-raising adventures, not to mention homelessness, poverty and other Dickensian hardships."
Daddy Warbucks, Sandy, and Asp, ah those were the days.
Now put to different challenges as the world changed over 86 years.
Annie at large, no Sandy, he has a vacation place in New Foundland, and Asp bought a small island country and doesn't come around at all. What's a pupil less poor orphan to do?
What was the hot new industry of the 21 st century? Of Course, Cartoon Porn! She'd need new artists and a boob job, but she could do it. She'd prove that there was life in the old girl yet!
"Now," she thought, as she discarded the frumpy dress and nickers that had shielded her all those years, "Where's that Victoria's Secret catalog?"
She she paged through the catalog, marking styles of bra and boy shorts, for future reference by her new artists. She realized that she had no idea what would be the best way for an 86 year old teen would break into porn?
I was aiming at a Cartoon Character who was able to communicate to her editor, thru his computer. She selects a new artist and a new writers, and a Net Work administrator, to lead her Come Back!
//
//
It had taken three months for Annie to communicate what she wanted to Marvin, her “Brand Manager”. She did this by leaving him sketches of the “New Annie” by a talented young artist, Randy Johnson. Who had a lovely touch with luscious breasts and large Rampaging Cocks!
That was the part that had peaked Annie’s interest, all those years ago, when the internet came, she had found she could search the web, if she was on the screen saver. Marvin always left his desk top on, for her, although he never told anyone about why. He was afraid to believe a Cartoon was sentient. Life as a cartoon was hard, but Annie hoped to make up for all those red dresses and awful shoes!
Marvin, greeted Randy in the conference room of the slightly run down building in Manhattan. Randy was glad they were only on the third floor because the elevators were out. “Randy, Marvin Hamish, I hope the elevators being out, didn’t unconvinced you?”
Randy, grinned and said, “No, I always walk when I can, elevators aren’t my friends. I’m very happy to meet you, although I wonder why. I heard about the strip closing.”
“Please sit and we’ll talk, “ Marvin said and escorted Randy to his chair and selected one on the other side of the small table that held a closed lap top computer and a tray, which had a small stoppered carafe of amber liquid and two small delicate glasses. Marvin sat back in the comfortable club chair and said, “Yes, it’s true. There is no more money in the strip media and “Annie” has to adapt or die.”
“I suppose that’s true, but, don’t be offended, but the strip was rather crudely drawn. I try to add realism and fantasy, to my work in graphic novels.” Randy explained, he needed the work, but, “Jeepers! No pupils, WTF?” he thought. He also wished he hadn’t dressed so informally, as Hamish was in three piece suit that must have set him back a year of Randy’s last steady gig.
Marvin nodded, “True, but then it doesn’t work in the 21st Century. No Annie must evolve and your work has attracted her attention. Would you be interested in helping our team of script writers and computer people, work up some pilot drafts for our new ‘Little F ’ing Annie’ ?”
Randy shook his head in disbelief? “Did I hear you right, ‘Little F’ ing Annie’, What is that, a porn strip?”
Marvin smiled and said, “We prefer the term Erotically Enhanced Graphic Novel and EEGN, if you will, although, we envision a series of stories in network centric distribution.”
“You mean video and sound, too?” Randy asked?
“Well, we want to start with a graphic novel, but drawn in the computer. Your work in digital graphics is quite amazing. With your artistic drawing as an input to some very exciting computer software, we may have found a revenue stream unserved. We think you would be a great asset to our team and, we are asking you to try us out?”
Randy grinned and asked, “What’s it pay?”
Marvin nodded, “Four grand a week plus per diem in New York, but we’d like you to work in North Carolina. Would that be a problem for you?”
Randy shook his head, “No, no I’ve never been there but, it probably beats New Jersey.”
****
//
Three days later in North Carolina, Randy drove following the GPS through the coastal pines and cypress swamp to the bridge to the barrier Island where Marvin directed him to go. “You’ll meet the principles there and we can discuss the directions and ideas for a week then, Hopefully, We’ll have a script outline and a story board.”
There was a Guard shack next to the mainland side of the bridge, a cross bar made Randy stop. He got out of the car and looked around at the sea and shore, he stretched and smiled, thinking “Not Bad, a few weeks here wouldn’t be bad.”
As Randy started to mount the porch steps, the screen door of the shack opened. He looked up to see tan shapely legs, coming from neatly pressed kaki shorts, and the best stuffed Kaki park ranger shirt Randy had ever seen. He stopped and just stared for a second, before lifting his eyes up to her amused full lips and sparkling green eyes set in a tan broad face of a Nordic Goddess.
Randy shut his mouth and smiled at her, she chucked.
“You must be randy,” she said and glanced down at his crotch.
Randy smiled broadly and stepped up into the shade of the small veranda, “Yes, Randy Johnson, Mr. Hamish said I should get an orientation?”
Well Mr. Johnson, I’m ever so happy to meet you. I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay with us.” Her eyes fluttered and she grinned at him. “I’m Doris Goody, chief of Security and Public Safety. Do step inside and I’ll fix you up.”
//
Randy finds his team is a computer Geek who never sleeps and a “Female Viewpoint’ advisor, who just was dumped her gay husband, for an older dyke?
Scripts appear on the computer in draft form and everybody gets to critique and adjust until Wednesday, when the Draft Script undergoes first revisions and fill-ins. On Thursday the script is edited and printed.
Randy could work on anything until Wednesday, then he tried to get the backgrounds and a few scenes blocked, editing from his multi Gigabyte, library of his previous work.
On Thursday “Captain Midnight”, the geek, whose real name was Leonard X. His grandfather was Muslim and the old man died recently, ‘Cap’n’ said that everybody was breathing a sigh of relief, now the old bastard was in the ground.
Thursday Capt’n said, “Randy, Check this out, I was checkin’ out your database and linked the form dynamics to the drawing script. That way you can just move the nodes and, the style will be resolved in a multi-pass reiterative, until you just touch up what you don’t like. Fan-fucking-tastic, Yes, indeed.” Leonard grinned and tried to high five Randy, and was puzzled by Randy’s expression.
Randy was about to explode, “What, who gave you permission to fuck around with my data base, and How did you get through my firewall?”
Leonard frowned, “You are on MY network, Mister Johnson, and You singed the Network Agreement. Since I am the Administration of the network, everything gets backed up, on my servers, every two hours. I did not, as you so quaintly put it, ‘Fuck with your data,” Leonard continued to frown, for a moment. Then he grinned, “I fucked with, my data, but you have data rights to the product, don’t you?”
Randy thought back to the agreements he had signed to get the five grand signing advance, “Oh shit,” he thought, that’s what that was, Crap!” Randy sat back down slowly and laughed dryly, “Sure, Capt’n, I guess I’m just a little protective of fifteen years of work.”
Leonard fetched them both a beer, from the antique chilled water “Coke” machine, that sat between the two French doors that opened out on to the veranda, and the empty beach beyond. Leonard smiled, “Miller Time, you want one?”
“Sure, I could use a break. Let’s step outside and see what the morning tide brought in.” Randy stood and took a beer as he passed outside. The sun had been up for hours, but the air was still cool, a slight overcast and a calm sea, with fishing boats passing and large freighters leaving,
****
Thats all I got.
Then today I see:
http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/50002000/jpg/_50002429_spgirl001004_col.jpg
I think I'm psychic!
________________________________________
"Over 86 years, the spunky — and forever young — orphan has endured hundreds of curly hair-raising adventures, not to mention homelessness, poverty and other Dickensian hardships."
Daddy Warbucks, Sandy, and Asp, ah those were the days.
Now put to different challenges as the world changed over 86 years.
Annie at large, no Sandy, he has a vacation place in New Foundland, and Asp bought a small island country and doesn't come around at all. What's a pupil less poor orphan to do?
What was the hot new industry of the 21 st century? Of Course, Cartoon Porn! She'd need new artists and a boob job, but she could do it. She'd prove that there was life in the old girl yet!
"Now," she thought, as she discarded the frumpy dress and nickers that had shielded her all those years, "Where's that Victoria's Secret catalog?"
She she paged through the catalog, marking styles of bra and boy shorts, for future reference by her new artists. She realized that she had no idea what would be the best way for an 86 year old teen would break into porn?
I was aiming at a Cartoon Character who was able to communicate to her editor, thru his computer. She selects a new artist and a new writers, and a Net Work administrator, to lead her Come Back!
//
//
It had taken three months for Annie to communicate what she wanted to Marvin, her “Brand Manager”. She did this by leaving him sketches of the “New Annie” by a talented young artist, Randy Johnson. Who had a lovely touch with luscious breasts and large Rampaging Cocks!
That was the part that had peaked Annie’s interest, all those years ago, when the internet came, she had found she could search the web, if she was on the screen saver. Marvin always left his desk top on, for her, although he never told anyone about why. He was afraid to believe a Cartoon was sentient. Life as a cartoon was hard, but Annie hoped to make up for all those red dresses and awful shoes!
Marvin, greeted Randy in the conference room of the slightly run down building in Manhattan. Randy was glad they were only on the third floor because the elevators were out. “Randy, Marvin Hamish, I hope the elevators being out, didn’t unconvinced you?”
Randy, grinned and said, “No, I always walk when I can, elevators aren’t my friends. I’m very happy to meet you, although I wonder why. I heard about the strip closing.”
“Please sit and we’ll talk, “ Marvin said and escorted Randy to his chair and selected one on the other side of the small table that held a closed lap top computer and a tray, which had a small stoppered carafe of amber liquid and two small delicate glasses. Marvin sat back in the comfortable club chair and said, “Yes, it’s true. There is no more money in the strip media and “Annie” has to adapt or die.”
“I suppose that’s true, but, don’t be offended, but the strip was rather crudely drawn. I try to add realism and fantasy, to my work in graphic novels.” Randy explained, he needed the work, but, “Jeepers! No pupils, WTF?” he thought. He also wished he hadn’t dressed so informally, as Hamish was in three piece suit that must have set him back a year of Randy’s last steady gig.
Marvin nodded, “True, but then it doesn’t work in the 21st Century. No Annie must evolve and your work has attracted her attention. Would you be interested in helping our team of script writers and computer people, work up some pilot drafts for our new ‘Little F ’ing Annie’ ?”
Randy shook his head in disbelief? “Did I hear you right, ‘Little F’ ing Annie’, What is that, a porn strip?”
Marvin smiled and said, “We prefer the term Erotically Enhanced Graphic Novel and EEGN, if you will, although, we envision a series of stories in network centric distribution.”
“You mean video and sound, too?” Randy asked?
“Well, we want to start with a graphic novel, but drawn in the computer. Your work in digital graphics is quite amazing. With your artistic drawing as an input to some very exciting computer software, we may have found a revenue stream unserved. We think you would be a great asset to our team and, we are asking you to try us out?”
Randy grinned and asked, “What’s it pay?”
Marvin nodded, “Four grand a week plus per diem in New York, but we’d like you to work in North Carolina. Would that be a problem for you?”
Randy shook his head, “No, no I’ve never been there but, it probably beats New Jersey.”
****
//
Three days later in North Carolina, Randy drove following the GPS through the coastal pines and cypress swamp to the bridge to the barrier Island where Marvin directed him to go. “You’ll meet the principles there and we can discuss the directions and ideas for a week then, Hopefully, We’ll have a script outline and a story board.”
There was a Guard shack next to the mainland side of the bridge, a cross bar made Randy stop. He got out of the car and looked around at the sea and shore, he stretched and smiled, thinking “Not Bad, a few weeks here wouldn’t be bad.”
As Randy started to mount the porch steps, the screen door of the shack opened. He looked up to see tan shapely legs, coming from neatly pressed kaki shorts, and the best stuffed Kaki park ranger shirt Randy had ever seen. He stopped and just stared for a second, before lifting his eyes up to her amused full lips and sparkling green eyes set in a tan broad face of a Nordic Goddess.
Randy shut his mouth and smiled at her, she chucked.
“You must be randy,” she said and glanced down at his crotch.
Randy smiled broadly and stepped up into the shade of the small veranda, “Yes, Randy Johnson, Mr. Hamish said I should get an orientation?”
Well Mr. Johnson, I’m ever so happy to meet you. I do hope you’ll enjoy your stay with us.” Her eyes fluttered and she grinned at him. “I’m Doris Goody, chief of Security and Public Safety. Do step inside and I’ll fix you up.”
//
Randy finds his team is a computer Geek who never sleeps and a “Female Viewpoint’ advisor, who just was dumped her gay husband, for an older dyke?
Scripts appear on the computer in draft form and everybody gets to critique and adjust until Wednesday, when the Draft Script undergoes first revisions and fill-ins. On Thursday the script is edited and printed.
Randy could work on anything until Wednesday, then he tried to get the backgrounds and a few scenes blocked, editing from his multi Gigabyte, library of his previous work.
On Thursday “Captain Midnight”, the geek, whose real name was Leonard X. His grandfather was Muslim and the old man died recently, ‘Cap’n’ said that everybody was breathing a sigh of relief, now the old bastard was in the ground.
Thursday Capt’n said, “Randy, Check this out, I was checkin’ out your database and linked the form dynamics to the drawing script. That way you can just move the nodes and, the style will be resolved in a multi-pass reiterative, until you just touch up what you don’t like. Fan-fucking-tastic, Yes, indeed.” Leonard grinned and tried to high five Randy, and was puzzled by Randy’s expression.
Randy was about to explode, “What, who gave you permission to fuck around with my data base, and How did you get through my firewall?”
Leonard frowned, “You are on MY network, Mister Johnson, and You singed the Network Agreement. Since I am the Administration of the network, everything gets backed up, on my servers, every two hours. I did not, as you so quaintly put it, ‘Fuck with your data,” Leonard continued to frown, for a moment. Then he grinned, “I fucked with, my data, but you have data rights to the product, don’t you?”
Randy thought back to the agreements he had signed to get the five grand signing advance, “Oh shit,” he thought, that’s what that was, Crap!” Randy sat back down slowly and laughed dryly, “Sure, Capt’n, I guess I’m just a little protective of fifteen years of work.”
Leonard fetched them both a beer, from the antique chilled water “Coke” machine, that sat between the two French doors that opened out on to the veranda, and the empty beach beyond. Leonard smiled, “Miller Time, you want one?”
“Sure, I could use a break. Let’s step outside and see what the morning tide brought in.” Randy stood and took a beer as he passed outside. The sun had been up for hours, but the air was still cool, a slight overcast and a calm sea, with fishing boats passing and large freighters leaving,
****
Thats all I got.
Then today I see:
http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/50002000/jpg/_50002429_spgirl001004_col.jpg
I think I'm psychic!
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