Story of my adventures 20 year’s ago

[rimuandmacro]

Morning team, I’ve been reading these stories over the years and there is so much talent here!
I had some pretty fun adventures when I was on my early 20s, and thought I’d share them in a story.
Mainly the fun I had with my first and second serious girlfriends (not together) and all the events around that time.
I would like to touch base with an author here who can take my stories and turn it into something readable.
Will make a start on some notes now I’m in lockdown.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Morning team, I’ve been reading these stories over the years and there is so much talent here!
I had some pretty fun adventures when I was on my early 20s, and thought I’d share them in a story.
Mainly the fun I had with my first and second serious girlfriends (not together) and all the events around that time.
I would like to touch base with an author here who can take my stories and turn it into something readable.
Will make a start on some notes now I’m in lockdown.

Gee, almost all my stories about are about things that didn't happen to me but I wish they had!

Anyway, if these are mostly true stories, then it shouldn't be that hard for you to write them. Give it a shot! Just try to get a few details in about the settings, give them a sense of time and place. Once you get get something published, you are an author. We all had to start somewhere. But if you want to post some notes, go ahead.

By the way, New York was never in a true lockdown. Even at the peak, a lot of stores were open and pretty well stocked, public transit was running, and a fair number of people were out and about everyday.

 

[Hypoxia]

20 year's ago? Like, time is possessive? But I digress.

My life, 20 years (plural, not possessive) back: boring.
30 years ago: just as boring and monogamous, really.
40 years ago: early 2nd married life, fairly inventive.
Further back: pretty fun, except for a lousy 1st marriage.

Many of us can tell wild tales of our early-adulterous youths. We're all immortal till we're 21, right? Fucking in the back of a rolling pickup seemed smart, yeah? And who needed any kind of protection?

I look back 5 decades, at FMFs, MFMs, mild drugs, wild thermioles, nude beaches, fermented peaches, and group gropes. Was your time any tamer?

 

[gunhilltrain]

My time was tamer. My stories about the 1970s have some wild (although mostly romantic) events. My real life was different, although I was in New York, not the Bible Belt. I got married at twenty-three to a girl I met when I was nineteen. (We have been separated/divorced now for more than twenty years.) That's the kind of guy I was, although I felt I was missing out on some things I didn't have the nerve to try. Turns out that a lot of other people I was acquainted with (although not all of them!) were missing out on them too.

 

[rimuandmacro]

20 year's ago? Like, time is possessive? But I digress.

My life, 20 years (plural, not possessive)

Didn’t take me long to make an error.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Lockdown? What's that? When did it happen? Where did it happen?

Just funnin'. I live in Texas, we never really had a lockdown. Some places were closed for a while then the Governor opened everything back up. Buses were always running and the streets were clogged with rush hour traffic morning and evening. Most of the fast food placed did close their dine in facilities, but they were open for walking take-a-way or drive thru.

I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as soon as I could.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Lockdown? What's that? When did it happen? Where did it happen?

Just funnin'. I live in Texas, we never really had a lockdown. Some places were closed for a while then the Governor opened everything back up. Buses were always running and the streets were clogged with rush hour traffic morning and evening. Most of the fast food placed did close their dine in facilities, but they were open for walking take-a-way or drive thru.

I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as soon as I could.

If I remember correctly, most restaurants and fast food places in New York were indeed offering take-out. That certainly were by June 2020.

When I was in Manhattan recently, I noticed that many tourists were back but the office buildings were still way below capacity. Fifth Avenue, with its shops, was relatively busy. Sixth Avenue, with its office buildings, was mostly empty.

In some places, like lower Midtown, there were still a lot of empty storefronts for rent. Also, a few potential construction sites (buildings already demolished) have been dormant for a couple of years now.

 

[Hypoxia]

For context, we're close to the 20 year mark from the 9-11 attacks. Thus we may write of sexual adventures interrupted by tragedy. In the midst of a hot fuck, the phone rings. Sweatily lean over to pick it up. It's your Mom.

Mom: "Your sister's okay!"
You: "Why shouldn't she be?"
Mom: "She was out of her World Trade Center office. Haven't you seen the news? Turn your TV on now!"

Talk about mood killers. Yikes. Except for the sex, that was my experience.

Or maybe write of an office tryst on the 83rd floor of WTC-1, rudely climaxed by the flaming impact. "Oh baby, I'm cum--" BANG! Is that for Erotic Horror?

 

[gunhilltrain]

For context, we're close to the 20 year mark from the 9-11 attacks. Thus we may write of sexual adventures interrupted by tragedy. In the midst of a hot fuck, the phone rings. Sweatily lean over to pick it up. It's your Mom.

Mom: "Your sister's okay!"
You: "Why shouldn't she be?"
Mom: "She was out of her World Trade Center office. Haven't you seen the news? Turn your TV on now!"

Talk about mood killers. Yikes. Except for the sex, that was my experience.

Or maybe write of an office tryst on the 83rd floor of WTC-1, rudely climaxed by the flaming impact. "Oh baby, I'm cum--" BANG! Is that for Erotic Horror?

For some reason, I've never been interested in depicting 9/11 in a story.

Now, with Afghanistan, we are seeing one of the end games of that particular era. Yet there seems to be little terrorism in the world since the pandemic started. Except for Kabul now of course.

We did have the George Floyd riots last year. What if anything did those accomplish? Here in New York, it's as if they had never happened.

 

[Hypoxia]

For some reason, I've never been interested in depicting 9/11 in a story.

I don't find terror erotic, either, but I've woven a few tales around the event, where players note how 9-11 made travel and life so much harder. But I tend to avoid including disasters in my stories. Small-scale tragedy can provoke tears. Large-scale tragedy is just numbing. So, no genocidal meteorite strikes.

 

[Carnevil9]

For context, we're close to the 20 year mark from the 9-11 attacks. Thus we may write of sexual adventures interrupted by tragedy. In the midst of a hot fuck, the phone rings. Sweatily lean over to pick it up. It's your Mom.

Mom: "Your sister's okay!"
You: "Why shouldn't she be?"
Mom: "She was out of her World Trade Center office. Haven't you seen the news? Turn your TV on now!"

Talk about mood killers. Yikes. Except for the sex, that was my experience.

Or maybe write of an office tryst on the 83rd floor of WTC-1, rudely climaxed by the flaming impact. "Oh baby, I'm cum--" BANG! Is that for Erotic Horror?

I remember reading a news story about a man who received a frantic call on his cell phone on the morning of 9-11. From his wife.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at my office. Where else would I be?"

"But I just watched your office building crumble to dust on TV!"

He worked in the World Trade Center, but was at his mistress's apartment at the time of the attack. He was either the luckiest, or the unluckiest bastard in all of NYC.

 

[gunhilltrain]

I remember reading a news story about a man who received a frantic call on his cell phone on the morning of 9-11. From his wife.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at my office. Where else would I be?"

"But I just watched your office building crumble to dust on TV!"

He worked in the World Trade Center, but was at his mistress's apartment at the time of the attack. He was either the luckiest, or the unluckiest bastard in all of NYC.

Are you sure it's not an apocryphal story? It almost sounds too good to be true; how did the press find out about it? I guess the wife turned on the TV quite a bit after the planes hit - how long was it until the first building collapsed?

He'd have some explaining to do. Maybe he could say he dashed out to pick up a coffee or something across the street. If he was on the 78th floor - well, they would have to have some damn good coffee over there. And once the first building collapsed, there were clouds of dust for blocks around.

Probably it would be better to come up with some bullshit reason for why he actually played hooky from work that day. It would require some fast and nimble thinking. Confess to some lesser vice - like he was actually headed to the racetrack perhaps. Or a ballgame. His wife must have known what his interests and habits were.