retirement home for plot bunnies

[joy_of_cooking]

Let's have a thread where we set free the plot bunnies in our heads.

I'll start:

I used to really be into bad boys.

Getting sent to prison got me over that.

There's a story there. I'm not gonna write it. (And not only because Melissa already has.) I will make my peace with this.

 

[Bamagan]

I will probably not write a story about a Playboy Playmate who becomes a land surveyor.

 

[PennyThompson]

I've wanted to write a silly, steamy story about a submissive in desperate need of a Dom, who keeps falling for guys who are very much not that.

But I don't think I can internalize the sub/dom lifestyle well enough to get at what really makes a person like that tick, even after having several in-depth conversations about the topic with a few people here. Someone else needs to write it.

I will make my peace with this

 

[PennyThompson]

I will probably not write a story about a Playboy Playmate who becomes a land surveyor.

huge tracts of land

 

[lovecraft68]

There's a mother son idea that periodically rises in my mind, but I keep shoving it back down there because it'll take my mind too far down a dark rabbit hole and I've spent enough time there without help

 

[GoldenMaia]

I have so many stories I want to write, and then I chicken out because...who's going to read them?
#fail
I wanted to write this HUGE epic about kaiju and human lovers. I'm probably the only perv who'd read it

 

[MrPixel]

I will probably not write a story about a Playboy Playmate who becomes a land surveyor.

Gawd. Plot bunny. A plot Playboy bunny.

I had a young lady who worked for me about a year who was an actual Playboy model. I have the issue. Maybe not a full-blown Playmate, but definitely cute, with and without clothes. Nothing with her, she wasn't my type and of course there was the boss/subordinate dynamic*. But like I said, plot bunny. Probably EC.

* - There was an incredible amount of inappropriate nonsense going on at this company, especially salesmen and their "secretaries". I don't even think they had a real HR department. Hell. They'd implode. I had a very rough time with a couple of the salesmen who refused to use my department's services. Later came to find out they were doing the outside vendor supplying the same product. Since my "performance" was determined by department revenue yet the sales staff was free to bypass me, I got the message and found another job.

 

[Bamagan]

Gawd. Plot bunny. A plot Playboy bunny.

I had a young lady who worked for me about a year who was an actual Playboy model. I have the issue. Maybe not a full-blown Playmate, but definitely cute, with and without clothes. Nothing with her, she wasn't my type and of course there was the boss/subordinate dynamic*. But like I said, plot bunny. Probably EC.

* - There was an incredible amount of inappropriate nonsense going on at this company, especially salesmen and their "secretaries". I don't even think they had a real HR department. Hell. They'd implode. I had a very rough time with a couple of the salesmen who refused to use my department's services. Later came to find out they were doing the outside vendor supplying the same product. Since my "performance" was determined by department revenue yet the sales staff was free to bypass me, I got the message and found another job.

A plot bunny of a Bunny who surveys plots, yes.

 

[Lifestyle66]

I'm working on a story with a misogynistic, high testosterone, macho male who is falling for a nymphomaniac, who enjoys giving oral but DEMANDS an occasional gangbang.

Will he give in to her demand and be her cuckold once every month or two? Or will he be ruled by his "little head" insisting that he must RULE her! (Oh, BTW, she's warned him that she bites when she doesn't get her way!)

 

[Rob_Royale]

I've an idea of a story about a neglected wife who takes a job as an accountant for a new start-up which is just three young men working out of a rental house. Over time she becomes their office mom and then office lover and finds herself so fulfilled and appreciated that she leaves her husband and becomes office wife.

It's a completely misogynistic idea with her filling with all the traditional female roles in a home, even dressing how they want but I find the idea very enticing. Thought the husband isn't isn't blameless in her need for male attention, the story has a very February Sucks feel to it in my mind.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

I used to really be into bad boys.

I'm still into them. Not that I would let myself get used by one, but damn do they ever turn me on. And they make great characters in stories.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Here's my abandoned novel plot (abandoned because I have a better idea in a similar setting/vein and i don't see much point in writing two novels so similar).

Medieval setting. Orphaned girl, taken in by the Baron's family and raised. The Baroness is respected by all on the outside, but a power-hungry, status-chasing bitch on the inside.

Our orphan heroine grows up and becomes a herbalist. The Baron is found murdered in the stable and the Baroness pins the murder on the girl. The girl is first on the murder scene as she calls for help and then tries to heal him with her herb knowledge. The Baroness accuses her of being a witch due to the herbs, and insists that she lured the good Baron into an affair with her witchcraft just to kill him - because hey, that's what witches do, right?

The girl is dragged to the town square to be hung/burned/crucified, but the town cleric/priest convinces the town to spare her and banish her to the cursed house on the hill, where she is not allowed to leave and no one is allowed to visit but a weekly/monthly delegation from the church to check on her. It is a small stone cottage with a low stone wall around the yard and she lives there with a garden and some chickens. She is not allowed to venture past the wall. The townsfolk are largely afraid to visit the house as they believe it cursed since everyone who has ever lived there has met some sort of bad end, so she is very alone. She sews her clothes from rags and such. If there is anything that she needs like a new blanket or shoes or a needle or a sharpened knife every couple of years, the church brings her some old donation.

With in the year, the Baroness re-marries another neighboring Lord and together their rule over the surrounding counties becomes more and more tyrannical.

After a few years the town is plagued by a highwayman, who holds up carts and carriages of the rich arrogant nobles every few weeks. He has become a terrible nuisance and is bad-mouthed at every opportunity, but they can never catch him as he rides off through the woods. One day he shows up at the cursed house, barely saying a word. He just walks in, scares the hell out of the girl. He gets her to feed him, pour him a bath. Then he makes love to her. At first she's scared. It's basically non-con, but he doesn't hurt her. He disappears.

A few weeks later, he shows up again, same deal, although now she's less afraid of him and she's so lonely she begins talking to him. He doesn't reveal much. This repeats. Months pass, seasons change. They grow oddly closer. When they make love it is no longer non-con. On one occasion he has some scrapes and she tends to them with her healing knowledge. At some point he leaves her a small gift, something stolen from one of the nobles.

Eventually she tells him the truth of why she is exiled in the house. She actually was having an affair with the Baron, but the Baroness had been having multiple affairs herself. Their marriage was political so he didn't mind, however, the Baron had at the time uncovered a plot by the Baroness and her lover (the Lord that she ended up marrying) to kill/overthrow him. When they got to him before he could arrange his defense, he was murdered in the stable and the girl tried to save his life, making her an easy prime suspect/scapegoat.

The church delivers a sack of flour or something during their regular check-in and the priest spots the talisman stolen from the noble. When news spreads, the town is in outrage and march upon the house. the Baroness and the Lord are there and everyone is ready to torch the garden and the thatch roof, etc, basically kill her. The highwayman shows up, rescues her and they ride off into the woods. That would be the ending. It could be thriller/action ending but I imagined it more subtle, more defiant, more bravery in the face of the townsfolk's cowardice, but hey, I've abandoned it, so the ending can be whatever one likes.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

Here's my abandoned novel plot (abandoned because I have a better idea in a similar setting/vein and i don't see much point in writing two novels so similar).

Medieval setting. Orphaned girl, taken in by the Baron's family and raised. The Baroness is respected by all on the outside, but a power-hungry, status-chasing bitch on the inside.

Our orphan heroine grows up and becomes a herbalist. The Baron is found murdered in the stable and the Baroness pins the murder on the girl. The girl is first on the murder scene as she calls for help and then tries to heal him with her herb knowledge. The Baroness accuses her of being a witch due to the herbs, and insists that she lured the good Baron into an affair with her witchcraft just to kill him - because hey, that's what witches do, right?

The girl is dragged to the town square to be hung/burned/crucified, but the town cleric/priest convinces the town to spare her and banish her to the cursed house on the hill, where she is not allowed to leave and no one is allowed to visit but a weekly/monthly delegation from the church to check on her. It is a small stone cottage with a low stone wall around the yard and she lives there with a garden and some chickens. She is not allowed to venture past the wall. The townsfolk are largely afraid to visit the house as they believe it cursed since everyone who has ever lived there has met some sort of bad end, so she is very alone. She sews her clothes from rags and such. If there is anything that she needs like a new blanket or shoes or a needle or a sharpened knife every couple of years, the church brings her some old donation.

With in the year, the Baroness re-marries another neighboring Lord and together their rule over the surrounding counties becomes more and more tyrannical.

After a few years the town is plagued by a highwayman, who holds up carts and carriages of the rich arrogant nobles every few weeks. He has become a terrible nuisance and is bad-mouthed at every opportunity, but they can never catch him as he rides off through the woods. One day he shows up at the cursed house, barely saying a word. He just walks in, scares the hell out of the girl. He gets her to feed him, pour him a bath. Then he makes love to her. At first she's scared. It's basically non-con, but he doesn't hurt her. He disappears.

A few weeks later, he shows up again, same deal, although now she's less afraid of him and she's so lonely she begins talking to him. He doesn't reveal much. This repeats. Months pass, seasons change. They grow oddly closer. When they make love it is no longer non-con. On one occasion he has some scrapes and she tends to them with her healing knowledge. At some point he leaves her a small gift, something stolen from one of the nobles.

Eventually she tells him the truth of why she is exiled in the house. She actually was having an affair with the Baron, but the Baroness had been having multiple affairs herself. Their marriage was political so he didn't mind, however, the Baron had at the time uncovered a plot by the Baroness and her lover (the Lord that she ended up marrying) to kill/overthrow him. When they got to him before he could arrange his defense, he was murdered in the stable and the girl tried to save his life, making her an easy prime suspect/scapegoat.

The church delivers a sack of flour or something during their regular check-in and the priest spots the talisman stolen from the noble. When news spreads, the town is in outrage and march upon the house. the Baroness and the Lord are there and everyone is ready to torch the garden and the thatch roof, etc, basically kill her. The highwayman shows up, rescues her and they ride off into the woods. That would be the ending. It could be thriller/action ending but I imagined it more subtle, more defiant, more bravery in the face of the townsfolk's cowardice, but hey, I've abandoned it, so the ending can be whatever one likes.

Tbh I could see the events of this working as a D&D campaign on my table.

 

[VallesMarineris]

Let's have a thread where we set free the plot bunnies in our heads.

I'll start:

There's a story there. I'm not gonna write it. (And not only because Melissa already has.) I will make my peace with this.

Here are two. I already have a title for the first one, "The Bond":

A woman is sexually frustrated. She’s never experienced an orgasm. No lover has ever been able to make her come. It’s interfering with her life, she knows. She finds a therapist to help her. This is after she’s been through other therapists who didn’t. This one is said to have new treatments that are very intimate but kept totally confidential. Testimonials are quite emphatic that it won’t be easy but it’s well worth it.

The therapy is radical: She will let the therapist put her through sexual scenes that she may find transgressive and difficult. The therapist will have a variety of assistants who will intensify the experiences. But the therapist is confident she will get the orgasms she longs for a be able to have more after the treatment is completed.

To make sure she participates fully, the therapist has her post a large bond, enough that it would be a significant financial setback for her to lose the bond. She is given a safe word, but if she invokes the word she loses the bond.

This one intrigues me because it seems right on the border between consensual and non-consensual.

The second one is sci-fi. I call it "The Bunker":

A time dilation field has been invented. Within the field, which can be made quite large, given enough power, time passes orders of magnitude more slowly.

A centibillionaire buys the technology and builds a bunker that is designed to last for a century. In the middle is a time dilation generator, the biggest Earth can build then, that can contain the entire bunker inside its field. He puts his fortune in the control of an ironclad trust that is tasked with increasing his wealth while he’s in the chamber. The administrators send him regular updates, and he sends back advice and directions.

Meanwhile, for him, only three days will pass. He brings his favorite mistresses and a few close friends. He calls it the “Hundred Year Orgy” because he plans to stay in until a century has passed outside. For him and his companions, it will only be about three days of orgy, but when they emerge from their debauchery the world will be completely different.

He’s planned for every eventuality. What could go wrong?

We all want that centibillionaire to get the poetic justice he richly deserves. I just can't seem to figure out what that would be.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Tbh I could see the events of this working as a D&D campaign on my table.

Roll a 20 sided die whether the mob burns the house or not. : P

 

[KittyOfSteele]

Roll a 20 sided die whether the mob burns the house or not. : P

You know what? You're on!

16.

 

[TarnishedPenny]

Okay, time to open the paddock gates...

Number 1. A young man inherits his (fabulously wealthy, terribly mysterious) uncle's estate. Which turns out to include the old boy's harem. And his pheromones (did I mention the old boy was a mad scientist?)

Number 2. I raised this one years ago, but maybe it will find a better reception here and now.

Working title: Schrödinger’s Flat

We are, I suspect, all familiar with the thought experiment proposed by the physicist Erwin Schrödinger in which a cat is placed in a box with an atomic clock which will eventually but unpredictably open a vial of poison, killing the cat. His point was that, given that one cannot actually see into the box at any time, the cat is in one sense both alive and dead at the same time.

So, an eccentric billionaire, utterly by coincidence named Schrödinger, is terrified by the possibility of the world coming to an end, perhaps by nuclear war, perhaps by plague. In any case, he (and this would work about as well if the character was female) builds a deep, well-protected, perfectly camouflaged bunker, stocked with food and booze and fine wines - every luxury one might conceive. He then locks himself inside with a staff of lovely young women and throws himself into a life of desperate end-of-the-world hedonism.

The problem slowly becomes apparent. He has been so convinced that The End was inevitable and so distraught by the thought, that he deliberately omitted any means of finding out what’s happening. (I did say he was eccentric, yes?)

He becomes increasingly driven to find out, but lacking both raven and dove, has no way of finding out, save the irrevocable step of opening The Portal (or some term equally pompous), which will of course expose him to… what? He’s in a private paradise, but is becoming frantic to escape from Eden to, quite possibly, Armageddon.

So, I see this primarily as a psychodrama, with the reader gradually watching Mr. S unravel, but it offers lots of scope for unnecessary and gratuitous sexuality. The point is, despite everything he could possibly want, is he (cue Twilight Zone theme) alive or dead?

Thoughts?


Number Three. Probably in Incest or such.

Set maybe in Central America, someplace tropical anyway, with good but only periodic transportation. In particular, it's set in a luxurious villa. The MFC is waiting for his brother and (very attractive) sister-in-law to arrive for a vacation.

She shows up, sans brother/husband. He ditched her via text just as she was landing at the airport. There's no return flight for a week. Hi-jinks ensue.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

I would love to read #2.

#3 might not be taboo enough for I/T.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

You know what? You're on!

16.

The angry yet cowardly mob are still too scared to cross the threshold of the garden wall, but one of the most vocal ringleaders gets an idea. He hurls his torch at the house. His effort falls short, plonks off the stone wall harmlessly to the dirt below, but this inspires more folk to start tossing their torches alike. A couple of them land on the thatch roof.

Which character are you playing, the girl? One of the mob? The highwayman? One of the priests?

 

[TheLobster]

Number 1. A young man inherits his (fabulously wealthy, terribly mysterious) uncle's estate. Which turns out to include the old boy's harem. And his pheromones (did I mention the old boy was a mad scientist?)

Very, very common trope. Has at least dozen realizations on Lit alone. Doesn't mean it shouldn't be again, of course

Number 2. I raised this one years ago, but maybe it will find a better reception here and now.

Working title: Schrödinger’s Flat

(...)

Thoughts?

I can see it work if the piece maintains an eerie atmosphere of detachment from reality all throughout, such that it blurs the boundaries between the MC's mind and what's outside of it (and inside his paradise bunker).

One problem I see there is the implausibility of the fact that none of his harem women rebel and force The Portal open. They'd have to be unrealistically submissive, drugged, mind-controlled, etc., or perhaps a figment of his own deranged imagination. It could also be left ambiguous, of course, all the way until the end. Anything could work, I think; it just depends on the story's overall mood.

The alternative would be to make it all unambiguously real and give the women some personality that creates interpersonal conflict. Some might want to stay, others are brave / curious / crazy and want to risk opening the bunker. This would shift the focus away from the MCs paranoia, though, and might be too much of a departure from your original premise.

#3 might not be taboo enough for I/T.

Agree. Unless the brother arrives later and the hijinks include a pseudo-love triangle with his sister and now ex, I don't think that a tale that's strictly about those two women falling for each other would be too taboo for LS.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

One problem I see there is the implausibility of the fact that none of his harem women rebel and force The Portal open. They'd have to be unrealistically submissive, drugged, mind-controlled, etc., or perhaps a figment of his own deranged imagination.

Two words: cult.

Now I realize that that is only one word, but it's so perfect of an idea that we could just say it twice. This dude has a cult following of women. He is outspoken in his end of days beliefs and that has attracted others. He scoops the women from the followers and they willingly bunk with him equally convinced that the end is nigh.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Local K-9 police officer wins the lottery. Not a stupid money win, but a 'five numbers' win. Being a civic minded fella and based on his work, understands what the smallish town needs and in his mind it's affordable housing for single parents. So he buys a local no-tell motel and converts it into studios and small apartments. Prices are affordable and there is a discount for single moms, as he's a product of that dynamic himself.

His efforts and background get him a lot of local attention and he and his dog become minor celebrities. But a lot of bad attention too, because deadbeats are not allowed. No unemployed boyfriends are allowed to live in the discounted apartments. At some point, one of the pissed off boyfriends is a well-known local drug dealer and after an altercation, things get nasty. Bullets through windows - nasty.

This one has been sitting in my 'awaiting inspiration' folder for about a year with about 5k words written, because I can't think of an ending.

 

[yowser]

Okay, time to open the paddock gates...

Working title: Schrödinger’s Flat

All right, you can chalk this up to my own proclivities and squinting at the screen before my first cup of tea of the morning, but I first read this as:

Schrödinger’s FIAT

Wait, he drove an Italian car? One of those little cute ones? It showed up at the same time in both Trieste AND San Diego? He could know either how fast he was going but not where he was?

Then I gathered my senses...

 

[sinfantasy]

I started writing this story about a married career woman turning in to dominatrix and taking it up as a full time profession. Somewhere midway I realized I just don't have the required spices in my repertoire yet

 

[SimonDoom]

None of mine are ready for retirement. So they say. But some of them are falling down and probably fit for assisted living.