blueeyed_cowboy
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Hello!
Looking for a female writer interested in a one-on-one story/role play that could eventually become romantic and perhaps sexual.
The following includes a character and setting. I would welcome your thoughts to introduce one or more characters to the story, to develop an intrigue, and to let the story play itself out. Perhaps more importantly I am looking for someone who wishes to use this opportunity to engage in an adventure that could be challenging, rewarding, and fun.
Please PM with ideas or suggestions.
Chet is 29. He is tall --- 6'0" --- with dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, an easy smile, broad shoulders, and a nice tan. He's trim and fit from long days working on his family's farm.
He's most comfortable in his favorite cap, white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and boots, but when he needs to attend meetings --- banquets, committees, and business networking events --- in town, he's equally comfortable --- and charming --- in a blue blazer, tie, dress shirt, slacks, and loafers.
He grew up in the town, graduated high school, went to the state university and studied agriculture and business, and returned to see if he could help revive the family family farm for his aging parents.
His dad, mom, and sister live in the farm house on the edge of their land where the corn and alfalfa fields meet at an old oak tree. Their house is about 40 miles north of town.
Chet lives in a small cabin on the far edge of their 2,500 acre land just at the foot of the mountain that rises up on the west side of their property. He drives an old pick-up truck. Has a dog, Buck.
In the rare times when he is not working, he enjoys exploring the hills behind his cabin. Occasionally at night he sits on the porch with a cold beer and attempts to play a chord or two on an old guitar his uncle gave him. He enjoys reading. Walt Whitman. Hemingway. Cormac McCarthy. Pat Conroy.
Though he's had countless opportunities to marry the young women from the town, they were . . . well . . . just never the right one. They were just . . . too. Too flirty. Too anxious to have babies and complain about being a wife and mother. Too small-town minded. Too . . . too.
At times he thought he should pack it up and leave there. His brother, wife, and family who lived in town could care for his dad and mom. They would be alright.
But the sound of the wind in the corn. The seamless sky at dusk. The smell of loam. The feel of leather and sweat. The churn of a tractor motor. Diesel fuel. The chorus of crickets at night. They were in his blood. They were in him --- what made him --- and he was in them.
Besides . . . it was the end of summer and soon would be rising the harvest moon.
Thanks!
Looking for a female writer interested in a one-on-one story/role play that could eventually become romantic and perhaps sexual.
The following includes a character and setting. I would welcome your thoughts to introduce one or more characters to the story, to develop an intrigue, and to let the story play itself out. Perhaps more importantly I am looking for someone who wishes to use this opportunity to engage in an adventure that could be challenging, rewarding, and fun.
Please PM with ideas or suggestions.
Chet is 29. He is tall --- 6'0" --- with dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, an easy smile, broad shoulders, and a nice tan. He's trim and fit from long days working on his family's farm.
He's most comfortable in his favorite cap, white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and boots, but when he needs to attend meetings --- banquets, committees, and business networking events --- in town, he's equally comfortable --- and charming --- in a blue blazer, tie, dress shirt, slacks, and loafers.
He grew up in the town, graduated high school, went to the state university and studied agriculture and business, and returned to see if he could help revive the family family farm for his aging parents.
His dad, mom, and sister live in the farm house on the edge of their land where the corn and alfalfa fields meet at an old oak tree. Their house is about 40 miles north of town.
Chet lives in a small cabin on the far edge of their 2,500 acre land just at the foot of the mountain that rises up on the west side of their property. He drives an old pick-up truck. Has a dog, Buck.
In the rare times when he is not working, he enjoys exploring the hills behind his cabin. Occasionally at night he sits on the porch with a cold beer and attempts to play a chord or two on an old guitar his uncle gave him. He enjoys reading. Walt Whitman. Hemingway. Cormac McCarthy. Pat Conroy.
Though he's had countless opportunities to marry the young women from the town, they were . . . well . . . just never the right one. They were just . . . too. Too flirty. Too anxious to have babies and complain about being a wife and mother. Too small-town minded. Too . . . too.
At times he thought he should pack it up and leave there. His brother, wife, and family who lived in town could care for his dad and mom. They would be alright.
But the sound of the wind in the corn. The seamless sky at dusk. The smell of loam. The feel of leather and sweat. The churn of a tractor motor. Diesel fuel. The chorus of crickets at night. They were in his blood. They were in him --- what made him --- and he was in them.
Besides . . . it was the end of summer and soon would be rising the harvest moon.
Thanks!
