The Fantasy...

[kristaswallows]

...is a little vague at the moment.

I'm thinking of sultry tropical heat that makes clothing really unwelcome.
Innocence/experience, a young girl with an older man.
Romance, but also fierce sex.
A little of damsel in distress, but not a totally helpless woman.
A little of exhibitionism, being displayed, but for a select group.
Some kind of initiation, but nothing BDSMy.
Lots of cum to swallow.



I'm picturing a hacienda, several older men sitting in the shade of the veranda. They are the men who rule the area, though not necessarily through their official titles. The newest member of their club has been selected, and the last test is to prove his virility with a village girl.

She's brought out to them in a white dress. She's a virgin, but she knows what is to come. She knows that if she can please him, she will be rewarded with comfort and opportunity beyond anything she has ever dreamed of.

 

[kristaswallows]

This thread is to discuss this fantasy, or any other that I might feel like developing.

Anyone who finds that this fantasy resonates with them should feel free to post their thoughts. Hopefully, I'll flesh it out to where it's ready to play, and maybe meet someone to play it with in the bargain.

 

[WajaLover]

Why not anything BDSM? Light bdsm can be lots of fun. Kinky.

A pierced clit is fun to play with, fun to have and torment with. Nipple clamps don't have to hurt, and can add to a woman's beauty. Never disregard piercing fun.

 

[thestruggle]

Why not anything BDSM? Light bdsm can be lots of fun. Kinky.

A pierced clit is fun to play with, fun to have and torment with. Nipple clamps don't have to hurt, and can add to a woman's beauty. Never disregard piercing fun.

To each their own! Everyone's got their own limits/interests. Designating something as a "no" doesn't mean "please convince me otherwise."

Good luck with your ideas, Krista, and welcome to the Lounge!

 

[WajaLover]

True, it doesn't. Sorry. I love some of the ideas.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

To each their own! Everyone's got their own limits/interests. Designating something as a "no" doesn't mean "please convince me otherwise."

Good luck with your ideas, Krista, and welcome to the Lounge!

+1

And other things to get to the five character limit.

 

[kristaswallows]

Why not anything BDSM? Light bdsm can be lots of fun. Kinky.

A pierced clit is fun to play with, fun to have and torment with. Nipple clamps don't have to hurt, and can add to a woman's beauty. Never disregard piercing fun.

Why not BDSM? Because the only interest you've expressed is in what I've said I don't want.

 

[kristaswallows]

+1

And other things to get to the five character limit.

Nice


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[kristaswallows]

To each their own! Everyone's got their own limits/interests. Designating something as a "no" doesn't mean "please convince me otherwise."

Good luck with your ideas, Krista, and welcome to the Lounge!

Thank you

 

[WajaLover]

That's cuz the first time I read it, I didn't see the whole thing. I do like the whole initiation thing, and her choice to please them.

 

[kristaswallows]

That's cuz the first time I read it, I didn't see the whole thing. I do like the whole initiation thing, and her choice to please them.

So do I

What I mean when I say no BDSM, is that I'm not really interested in the lifestyle of BDSM. It's not a direction I want to go in. I'm not saying BDSM is bad or there's anything wrong with it or the people who like it. I'm just saying I don't want to be part of the club.

 

[WajaLover]

Actually, what I'm suggesting may not even be counted as BDSM. It all depends on the author. I mean, sometimes a spanking can be fun and arousing, but that doesn't mean you are into pain and BDSM. It just means that you like a spanking sometimes.

In books I read, the girl may enjoy being tied up. But the whole time the ropes are light and she can escape. None of the books I read are BDSM, but simply a tad kinky. (I'd read BDSM, but I can't afford the books.) Sometimes the line between the 2can blurr.

 

[Mebtaz2000]

It's a great fantasy Krista. You seem to have already put a lot of thought and direction into how you want the story to continue. I hope you take the time to flesh out the details. maybe provide some background to the girl. Why was she selected? Is this something that happen often in this setting or is rare, unique, and special.

 

[kristaswallows]

Actually, what I'm suggesting may not even be counted as BDSM. It all depends on the author. I mean, sometimes a spanking can be fun and arousing, but that doesn't mean you are into pain and BDSM. It just means that you like a spanking sometimes.

In books I read, the girl may enjoy being tied up. But the whole time the ropes are light and she can escape. None of the books I read are BDSM, but simply a tad kinky. (I'd read BDSM, but I can't afford the books.) Sometimes the line between the 2can blurr.

Agreed, a person can like spankings (for example) without being into BDSM. What you asked was why not BDSM, so that's what I've been responding to.

I know, taking a rhetorical question at face value and answering it was kind of a dirty trick. But I don't feel I should have to justify my tastes to anyone.

 

[kristaswallows]

It's a great fantasy Krista. You seem to have already put a lot of thought and direction into how you want the story to continue. I hope you take the time to flesh out the details. maybe provide some background to the girl. Why was she selected? Is this something that happen often in this setting or is rare, unique, and special.

Why was she selected?
Is something I'd love some help with. It would depend a lot on the preferences of whoever I was to play it out with. For me, a big part of the fantasy is being the one who is selected, so I'd like the one selecting her to get what he wants. Everyone likes to be the one, right? But is it just because she's the hottest girl in town? Or is it because she's the smartest girl in town? Has she passed through a variety of trials to test her discretion and other qualities? Is it because she has a birthmark shaped like a flower on her hip, and the prophecy said...?

Who is she?
I'm imagining she's a village girl from a remote place. She's probably intelligent and has reached the educational limit of her locale, and because it's so isolated, there is next to no chance to leave. It could go into sci-fi territory, where she doesn't have any idea of the wider world, or it could just be that there's no opportunity.

Does this happen often?
How often do these men add a new member to their club? It's rare, but not so rare that it's completely unknown. Maybe once in a decade, they elect a new member, and a new girl is chosen.

 

[Mebtaz2000]

So maybe some tyoe of trial, or initiation process was used for her selection. Or maybe as you said a physical attribute pertaining to a ritual. Has good promise.

 

[Goodguy56]

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[kristaswallows]

Does she speak the same language as the men? It might be interesting if they have to communicate non-verbally all they will engage in.

That's an interesting wrinkle.

It would take a careful writer. I mean, you could just say what you mean and pretend that you don't understand each other, but it's more compelling to describe the gestures carefully and let the other person guess at the meaning.

 

[kristaswallows]

A New Fantasy...

OK, maybe not brand new, but different from the other, at least.

She's with a guy, on a date. They've had a few drinks, and he takes her down to make out someplace dark, under a bridge, in a park, or just in an alley. He gets her skirt up around her waist before she stops him, and he gets angry and storms off. She makes her way home (it's not far) and tries to call him to straighten things out. He's not interested.

The next day, an envelope is in her mailbox. Pictures of her with him, a sexy pair of panties and a note with a time and place. She is scared, but excited. She goes there at that time wearing those panties. Once again, it's dark and somewhat private, but still semi-public. After a little while, she lifts her skirt up, strikes a few poses, and then goes home.

The next day, more pictures, skimpier panties and stockings, another time and place, and a phone number. She wears a shorter skirt. It's a little more public, and after she hikes up the skirt, she calls the phone. No answer, but a moment later, a text comes, asking her to stand a certain way, posing her.

The next day, a whole outfit comes, and when she gets to the place, the texts direct her to pose again, and then gives her an address. She goes, and he's waiting for her there. By now, she's so completely turned on that she practically begs him to take her then and there. Of course, it will have to be somewhere where there's a risk of getting caught, and he'll have to take pictures.

 

[BaconBot]

Why not BDSM? Because the only interest you've expressed is in what I've said I don't want.

Nice!

 

[kristaswallows]

Nice!

and Naughty

 

[Joe___K]

That's an interesting wrinkle.

It would take a careful writer. I mean, you could just say what you mean and pretend that you don't understand each other, but it's more compelling to describe the gestures carefully and let the other person guess at the meaning.

I like the first fantasy, and that idea is great!

 

[kristaswallows]

I like the first fantasy, and that idea is great!

Thanks!

 

[kristaswallows]

Started a post here about 6x today. In the mood for something with some action, as well as the sexual action, but I'm drawing a blank on what. Maybe she's on the run from something, maybe she's not going to run anymore.

Do you know what I'm in the mood for?

 

[kristaswallows]

On the run:

She'd always known he was too good to be true, but she persuaded herself to look the other way. After all, she got to live in a nice house with a pool and do nothing but shop and keep him happy. Most of the girls she had grown up with were married to the same losers they had been dating in high school, with a couple of babies and nothing to look forward to but the next welfare check. But he came along in a brand new Porsche and swept her off her feet.

When he set her down, she was living the life, and she wasn't going to ask any questions. She didn't want to know why there were always a half dozen guys around the place, or why she couldn't go anywhere without Raoul to drive her, or what they kept in the barn. As long as she could swim in the pool and lay out in the sun and have Raoul take her on shopping trips whenever the mood took her, she was content to pretend everything was normal. But she knew she was pretending, so she wasn't entirely taken by surprise to wake up one morning to the sound of gunfire.

She was terrified, yes, and when her driver burst into her bedroom and told her they were leaving, she knew better than to waste time. She stepped into the first shoes she grabbed, threw on a silk robe and rushed downstairs to find her boyfriend crouched under a window with an assault rifle. The front windows exploded in a burst of automatic weapon fire from outside, and Raoul grabbed her arm and pushed her towards the back door. She didn't stop to ask what was going on, but ran as quickly as she could in heels for the garage, her driver staying between her and the windows.

Instead of the Porsche, they got into the pickup truck, and she realized why as they shot out of the garage and straight through the flower garden. Bullets slammed into the truck, and she screamed, but Raoul didn't even seem to notice. Soon, they were in the cover of the oaks, bouncing down the bridle path where she sometimes rode. She thought they had made it when another spray of bullets raked the truck and black smoke started pouring out of the front. They crashed into the brush, bouncing down a steep bank and came to a stop in the shallows of the river. Raoul was pale, and she realized he'd been shot. He pulled his gun and handed it to her, and she saw his hand was bloody.

She got out of the car and stumbled on the rocky riverbottom. She put the truck between her and the land and made her way around to the driver's side. Raoul had been shot in the side. He was bleeding, but he could walk with help, and she got him into the cover of the trees.

"Who can I call?" she asked Raoul.

"Nobody," he said. "They'll be looking for you."

As if to prove the point, two young men with assault rifles came out of the woods, splashing towards the truck. She crouched down low, but after a moment, one of them pointed at the rocks. They had spotted blood and could follow it right to their spot. She took a deep breath and aimed, silently thanking Raoul for taking her to the shooting range.

The first she dropped in one shot, but the other she only caught as he dove for cover. It must have hurt, because he was screaming bloody murder. Soon, someone would come to see what it was. She helped Raoul back to his feet and they pushed through the brush, with no other thought in her head but to get away from there. There was a fishing camp on the river a little way downstream. If they could get there, maybe she could come up with a plan of some kind.

Or something like that. I'm not sure what this is other than a backstory for an action/sex roleplay. Maybe with Raoul, maybe with someone else.