The story you didn't write

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My newest story was published today: A Quiet Woman (E&V), about a man watching his neighbour. I mentioned in the thread about pantsing that this was my most pantsingest story ever, taking on a life of its own as I wrote and ignoring all the turns I'd imagined it would take.

So this thread is about those stories that didn't get written because the plot took you somewhere else. Those ideas that never made it onto the page - or at least not into the final version. How would your story have turned out if they had?

For "A Quiet Woman", I'd imagined the neighbour Ginny developing a kinkier and kinkier sex life, with the narrator watching her descend into ever greater depths of depravity. A few scenes I thought I'd be writing were an orgy, or a gang bang, and one where Ginny's tied up, whipped, them pleasured by a woman in a black leather mask.

But the practicalities of her living in a flat, with nosy neighbours, meant that I had to take the story in a different direction. I think it worked out for the best: in the published version, we get to see Ginny's development as a person, and the story leads to a semi-believable conclusion. The version I'd originally conceived of would have involved describing all the sex scenes with the narrator kept at a remove, and how many times can you describe a voyeur wanking off anyway? It would also have been more difficult to write a satisfying conclusion - where would the story go, after all? Just a "This continued until she moved away"? Or "Her guests have just arrived, so I'm going back to watch, catch you later"?

Still, the scenes would have been fun to write, at least taken separately. So here's to the stillborn story of the depraved neighbour. Cheers!
 
My first story (that I wrote, not published as I took so long editing) was meant to run thus:

A woman is set up on a blind date by her friends, but the date never shows. A waitresses takes pity on her and joins her at the table just as her shift ends. They chat and bond and get on and at the end the waitresses confesses that she was the date, and her friends set the whole thing up. The first woman is shocked, believing herself to be straight, but after initially being hurtful, regrets it and goes back to book a table for two at the same restaurant. I'd been massively influenced by reading A Blind Date for the Holidays and Double Blind Date.

Yet, when I started writing, it didn't turn out that way at all. Almost the opposite in fact. So I never truly told that story.
 
Yes. My Aunt Tina series was supposed to be about an aunt who was a compete sexual predator. She was supposed to seduce her young nephew who was in the service. And then use him to provide a steady stream of fit young men to feed her ravenous sexual appetite.

Instead it turned into a love affair. I was shocked myself when I finished the first story. "Where the hell did that come from?"
 
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That actually strikes me as a kind of neat ending for an E&V story. Especially if Ginny had texted to tell the narrator!
Ah shit, now I want to write a story where the voyeur watches his neighbour, but each time she includes someone the voyeur cares about in depraved sexual situations. And yes, she texts beforehand. Story title: "Guess who's coming this time?"
 
I have one series about a foursome taking on renovation of a classic downtown hotel that was supposed to be a story about the trials and tribulations of restoring old buildings and how it affected the multiple relationships. Sort of a combination of two old TV comedies, Hot L Baltimore and Home Improvement. It went completely off the rails when a FC turned-up pregnant after a gangbang. She had to go out-of-state for an abortion; it went horribly wrong, nearly killing her.

It was a setup to kill her off, but that was too dark for what was basically a rom-com. So I had the MMC fall in love with her, and they bonded into a co-dependent relationship. The story became one of her recovery and her friends/lovers getting into sexy trouble away from home.

The hotel repairs take place in the next big installment which is already in the can, I just have to upload... lordy... 12 chapters.
 
I started writing a "friend seduces a sibling pair and convinces them to fuck at a music festival" story that involved a scene with the bus they are driving getting pulled over by a couple of cops just before they make it out of town. It was meant to establish the MFC being a tease with a clear history of fucking with people as a form of rebellion against her cop father.

Cop that pulled them over and MFC ended up having a ridiculous amount of chemistry. Story shifted to them and became a fucked up trauma-based co-dependent pseudo-love erotic horror story that involved a serial killer kidnapping them. Kidnapper tries to turn her into his protƩgƩ by making her torture the male cop (if she doesn't use the whip on him the kidnapper does and she has to watch. He only uses it once and she readily agrees to use it herself after that.)

Happy-go-lucky incest music festival romp turned super dark survival tale that showcases an incredibly toxic relationship which destroys two families and is never painted as a good thing. One of the last things the MFC says is "Am I the villain of our story?" while holding a gun between the two of them.
 
Actually, if we are really talking about stories we didn't write, then 20+ years ago I co-wrote a sitcom/drama pilot about a group of students in Bristol. We pitched it to various production companies (I went to a meeting at Endemol HQ, the company behind big brother). Obviously, nothing came of it.

Then, a couple of years later, "Skins", a sitcom/drama about a bunch of students in Bristol, came out.

So, there you go: I didn't write "Skins".
 
I have characters, places and events in my head from stories that I started to write, but never finished. I keep them on file just in case I go back to them or if what I am writing presently could use those ideas. I like to write just to flesh out the characters in my own mind so that when I do write their story, I have a pretty good idea of who the character(s) are and what they will do or think.
 
I started a Valentines Day Contest story about a retired warrior rescuing his wife from a castle beseiged by William the Conqueror in 1075. She'd be held captive by a spurned princess who wants to fuck the retired warrior.

That quickly turned into a bridge too far, mostly because I don't have much interest in writing Damsel In Distress stories with a true-love angle. It's in turnaround now. I've moved the story about halfway along. It's unlikely ever to see the light of day.
 
The government unable to control ruly teens and twentysomethings resort to the only threat that generation fears, online ridicule. Forced to orgasm by sitting on a vibrating log infront of their families and the cameras it seemed a good idea until I hit the plot wall.
 
Happy-go-lucky incest music festival romp turned super dark survival tale that showcases an incredibly toxic relationship which destroys two families and is never painted as a good thing. One of the last things the MFC says is "Am I the villain of our story?" while holding a gun between the two of them.
Damn that got dark fast. Did you get it published? I mean... not that I want to read anything that twisted... :kicks dirt: :shame: šŸ˜Š
 
The one I'm still trying to find a way to write is about a really sex positive fun bunny who just love the joy and pleasure of pleasing people and being pleased. She never met an O she didn't want and never met a person she felt didn't deserve at least a hand job. And she explores and embraces BDSM, both sides, becomes a switch and grows a large set of fuck buddies (and biddies) and is really looking forward to her first orgy, but then her workspace finds out and she is fired, sued by the (unknown to her) wife of her boss (who she was fucking, of course, along with several other co-workers). When her rainbow world of "let's all just fuck and be happy" crashes, she ends up in sex work 'cause she likes it and is good at it, but doesn't like the crime and abuse it invites. Then she gets trafficked and ends up being forced to do exactly the same things she used to love to do. That's the key part of the story. Same act, same physicality, still fucking, but totally different higher emotions. The dichotomy of some part of her mind still being turned on, and the rest of her mind being totally abhorrent of her own /physical/ reactions. The extreme stupidity of a culture that forces her to do what she would have been perfectly happy to do on her own. And then deus ex machina, rescued but unwilling to testify the part she hated was the sex, when what she actually hated was being forced and treated as a thing instead of a person. And finally the slow repair of her psyche by the membership of an underground sex club.

Crazy huh? Can't write it 'cuase too many parts of it need a point of view I don't have. It's slowly turning into something dark and way too... abusive. Hasn't been finished or published in all these years, but it started off with such good intent. Breaks my twisted heart.
 
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