dazzling_darling
Smart and Spunky
- Joined
- Dec 19, 2009
- Posts
- 25
- The Intro -
(So, I have been very interested in giving long form detailed role playing a try. This particular section of literotica has always fascinated me, but I have often been confounded on the best way to become involved in interesting threads. Through the suggestion of a delightful helper, I have decided to create a few threads based upon my own concepts in order to show my writing style as well as to show that I at least have some skill. I personally enjoy a wide range of scenarios and general sexual likes. I have a post in the Seeking thread for more detail. To show my diversity, I have decided to create three threads: one dealing with my enjoyment of everyday sexual experiences without a pile of fetishes dumped on top, one showing my love of creativity and fantastical words / scenarios, and one that focuses on my more submissive side. If you would like to work with me and join a thread, please PM me. Since I consider these kind of auditions, if you feel you have different ideas or things to try, PM me as well. I have some hard limits, but beyond them, I like a whole slew of different things. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and for all of these, I am seeking a male.)
(This is my quasi-realistic "everyday" scenario. There is a specific role for the man here of a character named Alexander Maxwell, but we could always change the character name. NOTE: The backstory for this takes place in high school but there is no underage stuff at all. Not only is that illegal on the site, it disgusts me, so all characters are over eighteen.)
Now one in Laura's immediate family would have called her boring, but those outside of her parents and siblings never saw anything too remarkable about her. Something about the pressures of the world made Laura feel as meek as a mouse for most of her life. She was far from a failure, but generally, was exceedingly and astonishingly average on all counts.
In high school, she never found fault in achieving the middle ground. Her grades where all some kind of B. She was a cheerleader, but of course, without the starring part. Even in the squad she was essentially an extra, a background player. If she were a character in a movie, her name in the credits would have been girl # 5. Her boyfriends where also the second string football players dating the second string cheerleader. She was always on the honor role, but never had any accolades or awards. Plain, plain, plain, all the way. The spunk she showed in her own house never left those walls.
The thing was that she had no drive. She would look up at the sky and see no magic there and nothing really to strive for. Strangely, motivation was eventually found in the strangest way.
At her graduation, she was yet again another meaningless face in a sea of faces. Most of the pomp and celebration was boring to her, finding counting the blades of grass more interesting than the prattling of an over the hill principal. Then, Alexander Maxwell stood at the podium, the grand and wonderful valedictorian. He was an attractive man for sure with a nice jawline, a good sized build, an obvious focus on strengthening muscles, an okay nose, and eyes that could pierce the very crust of the earth. Laura had always watched the man from afar and had fantastical visions of what he was like... the person that was both highly intelligent AND really easy on the eyes. She always felt self conscious about her own looks. Many said how pretty she was, but with her reddish hair, splattering of freckles, and small frame and stature... not to mention medium sized chest and oversized behind... she never felt particularly attractive.
Her ears perked up as Alex stood in front of all, anxious to hear what the man she dreamed about was actually like. And as it turned out.... he was quite the arrogant prick. All of his speech was not focused on the graduating class, but rather, his own personal accomplishments. His 4.0. His many trophies. His hours upon hours of community service. Laura found the whole thing beyond sickening. Seeing this person, who appeared so down to Earth gush about himself and how smart he was for twenty solid minutes was sickening to her. Alex described how he would take charge of the future and described his dream of being an engineer, pioneering mankind's journey into space and how an intellect like his was required for the task.
The speech awoke something deep within Laura. Spite was a strange motivator, but she felt belittled and strangely betrayed by an idealistic fantasy image. Why couldn't some one like her do something like that? Within weeks, she had scoured the internet finding what it would take to become an aerospace engineer. Her family was far from rich and she missed all other college deadlines, so Laura spent years picking up the classes at the community college she needed to achieve her dream, to show that she could indeed do great things. She spent more time studying than interacting with other people. It paid off. A scholarship sent her to a real college at 22.
+++++++
Laura proudly walked across the campus, so happy to finally be one step closer to her goal. The sky was blue and the grass was a bright, well manicured green. Birds chirped and clouds swirled in the air. Yes, it was like the most cliched poem ever written, but that did not phase Laura. In her best blue skirt and blouse with her best heels and best make up, she decided she would show them all at orientation.
Students where gathering in large lines based on major. She was far too excited to talk to anyone, not that anyone seemed to be in the mood to talk. Most seemed to stay to themselves, being far younger than her. In fact, she gauged herself to be the only one over eighteen in the line. Most seemed to scared to talk to others or staid in friend groups. Laura taped her feet as people registered, the line moving at a snail's pace. Laura decided it was time to try to talk to some one, tapping the short stubby blonde in front of her on the shoulder.
"Great weather today, huh?" chimed Laura.
"Y-yeah..." replied the blonde. A loooooong silence.
Well, that went nowhere.
Laura sighed as she gazed at the sky, the line growing to a close. She then looked ahead and immediately went pale, becoming just as scared as everyone else in line, but only for different reasons. The doctoral candidate signing in the new students was none other than Alexander Maxwell. A mix of strange emotions, mainly fear and contempt brewed inside Laura. She realized though, that he would have no idea who she was. She readied herself as the blonde walked away, bringing Laura to the front of the line.
(So, I have been very interested in giving long form detailed role playing a try. This particular section of literotica has always fascinated me, but I have often been confounded on the best way to become involved in interesting threads. Through the suggestion of a delightful helper, I have decided to create a few threads based upon my own concepts in order to show my writing style as well as to show that I at least have some skill. I personally enjoy a wide range of scenarios and general sexual likes. I have a post in the Seeking thread for more detail. To show my diversity, I have decided to create three threads: one dealing with my enjoyment of everyday sexual experiences without a pile of fetishes dumped on top, one showing my love of creativity and fantastical words / scenarios, and one that focuses on my more submissive side. If you would like to work with me and join a thread, please PM me. Since I consider these kind of auditions, if you feel you have different ideas or things to try, PM me as well. I have some hard limits, but beyond them, I like a whole slew of different things. I hope you enjoy! Oh, and for all of these, I am seeking a male.)
(This is my quasi-realistic "everyday" scenario. There is a specific role for the man here of a character named Alexander Maxwell, but we could always change the character name. NOTE: The backstory for this takes place in high school but there is no underage stuff at all. Not only is that illegal on the site, it disgusts me, so all characters are over eighteen.)
Now one in Laura's immediate family would have called her boring, but those outside of her parents and siblings never saw anything too remarkable about her. Something about the pressures of the world made Laura feel as meek as a mouse for most of her life. She was far from a failure, but generally, was exceedingly and astonishingly average on all counts.
In high school, she never found fault in achieving the middle ground. Her grades where all some kind of B. She was a cheerleader, but of course, without the starring part. Even in the squad she was essentially an extra, a background player. If she were a character in a movie, her name in the credits would have been girl # 5. Her boyfriends where also the second string football players dating the second string cheerleader. She was always on the honor role, but never had any accolades or awards. Plain, plain, plain, all the way. The spunk she showed in her own house never left those walls.
The thing was that she had no drive. She would look up at the sky and see no magic there and nothing really to strive for. Strangely, motivation was eventually found in the strangest way.
At her graduation, she was yet again another meaningless face in a sea of faces. Most of the pomp and celebration was boring to her, finding counting the blades of grass more interesting than the prattling of an over the hill principal. Then, Alexander Maxwell stood at the podium, the grand and wonderful valedictorian. He was an attractive man for sure with a nice jawline, a good sized build, an obvious focus on strengthening muscles, an okay nose, and eyes that could pierce the very crust of the earth. Laura had always watched the man from afar and had fantastical visions of what he was like... the person that was both highly intelligent AND really easy on the eyes. She always felt self conscious about her own looks. Many said how pretty she was, but with her reddish hair, splattering of freckles, and small frame and stature... not to mention medium sized chest and oversized behind... she never felt particularly attractive.
Her ears perked up as Alex stood in front of all, anxious to hear what the man she dreamed about was actually like. And as it turned out.... he was quite the arrogant prick. All of his speech was not focused on the graduating class, but rather, his own personal accomplishments. His 4.0. His many trophies. His hours upon hours of community service. Laura found the whole thing beyond sickening. Seeing this person, who appeared so down to Earth gush about himself and how smart he was for twenty solid minutes was sickening to her. Alex described how he would take charge of the future and described his dream of being an engineer, pioneering mankind's journey into space and how an intellect like his was required for the task.
The speech awoke something deep within Laura. Spite was a strange motivator, but she felt belittled and strangely betrayed by an idealistic fantasy image. Why couldn't some one like her do something like that? Within weeks, she had scoured the internet finding what it would take to become an aerospace engineer. Her family was far from rich and she missed all other college deadlines, so Laura spent years picking up the classes at the community college she needed to achieve her dream, to show that she could indeed do great things. She spent more time studying than interacting with other people. It paid off. A scholarship sent her to a real college at 22.
+++++++
Laura proudly walked across the campus, so happy to finally be one step closer to her goal. The sky was blue and the grass was a bright, well manicured green. Birds chirped and clouds swirled in the air. Yes, it was like the most cliched poem ever written, but that did not phase Laura. In her best blue skirt and blouse with her best heels and best make up, she decided she would show them all at orientation.
Students where gathering in large lines based on major. She was far too excited to talk to anyone, not that anyone seemed to be in the mood to talk. Most seemed to stay to themselves, being far younger than her. In fact, she gauged herself to be the only one over eighteen in the line. Most seemed to scared to talk to others or staid in friend groups. Laura taped her feet as people registered, the line moving at a snail's pace. Laura decided it was time to try to talk to some one, tapping the short stubby blonde in front of her on the shoulder.
"Great weather today, huh?" chimed Laura.
"Y-yeah..." replied the blonde. A loooooong silence.
Well, that went nowhere.
Laura sighed as she gazed at the sky, the line growing to a close. She then looked ahead and immediately went pale, becoming just as scared as everyone else in line, but only for different reasons. The doctoral candidate signing in the new students was none other than Alexander Maxwell. A mix of strange emotions, mainly fear and contempt brewed inside Laura. She realized though, that he would have no idea who she was. She readied herself as the blonde walked away, bringing Laura to the front of the line.
