Unpacking the Wrong Box

I don't know about Jane. I'd find the story much more intriguing if she really didn't want it found. For instance, she packed it with intentions to get it out to her car, but people showed up early and it got caught up with everything else. I think the intense feelings and panic is intriguing ... only to find some really hot guy brining it in (who only showed up because her friend/his sister dragged him along)... and it drops or is discovered some how.

That's a nice approach - she wants it to remain secret, but her friends are just so eager to help that she loses control of the situation almost immediately. Again, that makes for a lot of great comic tension and near misses.
 
That's a nice approach - she wants it to remain secret, but her friends are just so eager to help that she loses control of the situation almost immediately. Again, that makes for a lot of great comic tension and near misses.

Until he hands it to her with a knowing smile.. and their hands touch.. and.. and....
 
This was one of the best pranks I've played on my wife. When we moved we had about six guys from my work and a couple guys from her work helping us(it was a big move:eek:)

She had packed all the goodies from the toy draw including a pink leather collar with her name on it and some other fun stuff in a special black wooden box I'd gotten from a flea market years ago.

The day comes everyone is running everywhere and I had taken the box and dumped it out into another plain box that I made sure went in the trunk of my car. She asks about it and I tell her I haven't seen it.

Now she's scrambling around trying to find this damn thing. The only other person in on the joke was my sister who filled the box with a bunch of Cd's. We get to the new house and I'm watching my wife still scouting around for this thing.

We made a chain of people from the foot of the stairs to the top and we're tossing stuff. My wife's at the top putting things where they belong and my sister hands the now unlatched box to my co-worker.

I said to my wife-shit there's the damn box. She comes to the top of the stairs with this panicked look on her face and when my coworker tosses it, it falls open and she let out this little yelp and went white, then all the cd's hit the ground.

My sister's down there laughing her ass off and everyone stops and wonders why my wife is whacking me and calling me an asshole.

So you have you're April 1st story set-up right there! If you're not using it, I will steal it. Of course, in the literotica version, things backfire.
 
If I mail it to you, you have to promise not to peek inside! ;)

You just better mark it well or it might get switched with our box. Who knows, maybe that would be more interesting, see what we use for play and employ them, and we try out yours.

My house used to be really interesting, we had an entire spare bedroom set up as a mid-evil bondage type chamber. It is hard to box that up however!
 
You just better mark it well or it might get switched with our box. Who knows, maybe that would be more interesting, see what we use for play and employ them, and we try out yours.

My house used to be really interesting, we had an entire spare bedroom set up as a mid-evil bondage type chamber. It is hard to box that up however!

You might be disappointed. My box is very small, made of cardboard, of course... and pretty tame at the moment.

An entire bedroom!? How would you have explained that, unless everyone knew already.

What would my mother say!? :eek:
 
You might be disappointed. My box is very small, made of cardboard, of course... and pretty tame at the moment.

An entire bedroom!? How would you have explained that, unless everyone knew already.

What would my mother say!? :eek:

She might say "Hey, I've got the same butt plug, except mine is blue..."
 
What makes you think mine isn't blue... or that I even have one? ;)

then in my plot line, Mom would say that hers is "blue, too..."

every good baby girl deserves at least one butt plug. and the naughty ones deserve more. ;)
 
Oh my, everyone knew, but it is one of the reasons we are divorced too. (It is a long story that I'll share in a moment). Anyway I do have a picture somewhere of my Mother-In-Law using a feather duster on the "twirly pole" as we called it, full metal pole set from floor to ceiling to do strip teases on.

That is the funny part.

The not so funny part is someone I trusted saw our bedroom and came home when I was not there and raped my ex-wife thinking our interest in some uncommon sexual fun meant she wanted sex with anyone. What this jerk did not understand is that sex is fun, rape is actually control. We tried to stay together as she healed from her assault, but could not keep our marriage together. I'll always feel guilty for trusting the wrong person and not being there to defend her.
 
You could do a lot with this story, where maybe it is not the wrong box that is opened, but rather a whole hidden room that is discovered!

I have written two stories like this:

The first involved a intern who goes to a Senator's Ball who just loves architecture. The Senator shows her around but denies her access to the cupala in the roof. Intrigued she later makes her way up there only to discover it is a bondage type room. The Senator catches her up there and entices her into several reluctant sexual trysts. The ending is the reverse however when 10 months later she returns, but blackmails the Senator with the baby boy the encountered produced!

The other involved a box! In that one Rosie the Riveter from the 1940's era gets a box with an invitation to a ball. She knows its for her neighbor, but bored with hard labor making ships, goes as an imposter. There she realizes its a hook up party for enlisted men and prostitutes and her neighbor is the latter. before she can flee, she is picked up, taken away and made-love too! When another enlisted man tries who is rude and homely, she flees. The second chases her until the first, outside and smoking...saves her and a romantic interest starts not based on economics (prostitution since she really never was one).
 
You might be disappointed. My box is very small, made of cardboard, of course... and pretty tame at the moment.

An entire bedroom!? How would you have explained that, unless everyone knew already.

What would my mother say!? :eek:

Hahaaaa ... when I read your reply, the first thing I thought was ... may be she could use more toys in the box? I am sure others may want to contribute to the cause.

(sorry, just a joke)
 
Oh my, everyone knew, but it is one of the reasons we are divorced too. *snip*
That is a rather sad story. I'm so very sorry she had to endure that; however, blaming yourself won't help. That man is the one who was wrong, not anyone else. I hope that she is doing better.

You could do a lot with this story, where maybe it is not the wrong box that is opened, but rather a whole hidden room that is discovered!

I have written two stories like this: *snip*

I like the sound of those, I will have to look them up!

Hahaaaa ... when I read your reply, the first thing I thought was ... may be she could use more toys in the box? I am sure others may want to contribute to the cause.

(sorry, just a joke)

That made me laugh! I don't even want to think of my mother that way! :eek:

However, that would make a great housewarming theme! *makes notes* ;)
 
That made me laugh! I don't even want to think of my mother that way! :eek:

However, that would make a great housewarming theme! *makes notes* ;)


But thinking of what your mother might say is how stories get hatched.
 
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