u/SpookyScarySkeletone

“Am I really this desperate?” I ask myself, sitting in my car outside of the nondescript concrete box of a building.

There’s no signage, so windows, just a dark red door set into a grey wall. They don’t need to advertise. If you’re here, you know what you’re looking for. I’d done a ton of searching online to find a place like this, and here I am, finally sitting in the parking lot, arguing with nobody in particular.

Still, I open the car door and slip my keys into my pocket. “You’re pathetic, dude.” I grumble as I stand up and close the door behind me. I’ve dressed in as nondescript a manner as I can, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans. I don’t want to come off as particularly memorable, after all…

Heading up to the door, I grab the handle and give it a tug, the heavy metal screeching slightly as it swings out towards me. I step inside the darkened room, letting the door swing shut behind me with an almost final sounding thud. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, shelves of movies and magazines and toys line the area. It’s all interesting stuff, but it isn’t what I’m here for.

I don’t say anything. Make no eye contact. I just walk through the room and into a small doorway marked ‘booths’. I see a row of doors, all painted the same red as the one outside. Slipping in to one, I close and lock the door behind me.

There’s a chair, a screen, a coin slot, and… a hole.

I drop some coins into the slot and pick a movie. Something about hippy teens exploring each other or some such crap. I’m barely paying attention. My eyes are locked on the hole. Waiting. Not sure what to do next.

(Shoot me a continuance! Be interesting, please! I’m happy to make this a recurring thing, or even move it out of the sex shop setting down the line!)

The town of Moon Hollow, nestled in a quiet, somewhat secluded part of the country, is idyllic.

The scenery is beautiful, the architecture is historic and impeccably maintained, and the people are just about as friendly as you could ask for. It isn’t a huge town, by any means, But it’s a major stopping point for people who want to take a day trip to enjoy the sights and natural beauty.

Of course, like all small towns, it has its secrets.

Unlike most other towns, though, these secrets aren’t as simple as an affair here or there or someone growing a marijuana patch in the woods. No, the secrets that Moon Hollow keeps under wraps are much more interesting.

For one thing, all of the women seem to be pregnant or taking care of small children. The families are fairly large, often with children only a year apart at the most.

This, on its own, isn’t all that unusual. Just a throw back tot he days when there wasn’t a tv in every room, and people had to make their own fun, right? That leads us to our second secret: all of the men of the town are celibate. None of them are allowed to do much at lay a hand on any of the women in a sexual manner.

So, if the men aren’t knocking up the women, who are?

That’s the biggest secret of all.

Every month, during the full moon, the people of Moon Hollow throw a massive bonfire. Sweet incense and other offerings are burned, and then, from the woods surrounding town, they emerge.

The fathers. The wolves.

The women disrobe, performing lewd and unholy mating rituals with the beastly men. The human men do nothing but watch and serve, knowing that they are second class citizens at best. The seed of the wolf men is potent, and any women who are able are more likely than not to become pregnant after that night.

Most people are entirely unaware of this interaction, but there are signs all over town. Symbols and carvings of wolves, buildings and businesses named after canines. Even the families frequently have last names that allude to the true parentage of the children.

So… the full moon is coming up. Who are you? Why and how have you come to Moon Hollow? And will you be staying long?

“Am I really this desperate?” I ask myself, sitting in my car outside of the nondescript concrete box of a building.

There’s no signage, so windows, just a dark red door set into a grey wall. They don’t need to advertise. If you’re here, you know what you’re looking for. I’d done a ton of searching online to find a place like this, and here I am, finally sitting in the parking lot, arguing with nobody in particular.

Still, I open the car door and slip my keys into my pocket. “You’re pathetic, dude.” I grumble as I stand up and close the door behind me. I’ve dressed in as nondescript a manner as I can, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans. I don’t want to come off as particularly memorable, after all…

Heading up to the door, I grab the handle and give it a tug, the heavy metal screeching slightly as it swings out towards me. I step inside the darkened room, letting the door swing shut behind me with an almost final sounding thud. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, shelves of movies and magazines and toys line the area. It’s all interesting stuff, but it isn’t what I’m here for.

I don’t say anything. Make no eye contact. I just walk through the room and into a small doorway marked ‘booths’. I see a row of doors, all painted the same red as the one outside. Slipping in to one, I close and lock the door behind me.

There’s a chair, a screen, a coin slot, and… a hole.

I drop some coins into the slot and pick a movie. Something about hippy teens exploring each other or some such crap. I’m barely paying attention. My eyes are locked on the hole. Waiting. Not sure what to do next.

(Shoot me a continuance! Be interesting, please! I’m happy to make this a recurring thing, or even move it out of the sex shop setting down the line! Also, feel free to set it someplace that is less likely to have a glory hole! Church? You betcha. The library? As long as we keep it down. You name it!)

“Am I really this desperate?” I ask myself, sitting in my car outside of the nondescript concrete box of a building.

There’s no signage, so windows, just a dark red door set into a grey wall. They don’t need to advertise. If you’re here, you know what you’re looking for. I’d done a ton of searching online to find a place like this, and here I am, finally sitting in the parking lot, arguing with nobody in particular.

Still, I open the car door and slip my keys into my pocket. “You’re pathetic, dude.” I grumble as I stand up and close the door behind me. I’ve dressed in as nondescript a manner as I can, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans. I don’t want to come off as particularly memorable, after all…

Heading up to the door, I grab the handle and give it a tug, the heavy metal screeching slightly as it swings out towards me. I step inside the darkened room, letting the door swing shut behind me with an almost final sounding thud. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, shelves of movies and magazines and toys line the area. It’s all interesting stuff, but it isn’t what I’m here for.

I don’t say anything. Make no eye contact. I just walk through the room and into a small doorway marked ‘booths’. I see a row of doors, all painted the same red as the one outside. Slipping in to one, I close and lock the door behind me.

There’s a chair, a screen, a coin slot, and… a hole.

I drop some coins into the slot and pick a movie. Something about hippy teens exploring each other or some such crap. I’m barely paying attention. My eyes are locked on the hole. Waiting. Not sure what to do next.

(Shoot me a continuance! Be interesting, please! I’m happy to make this a recurring thing, or even move it out of the sex shop setting down the line!)

“Am I really this desperate?” I ask myself, sitting in my car outside of the nondescript concrete box of a building.

There’s no signage, so windows, just a dark red door set into a grey wall. They don’t need to advertise. If you’re here, you know what you’re looking for. I’d done a ton of searching online to find a place like this, and here I am, finally sitting in the parking lot, arguing with nobody in particular.

Still, I open the car door and slip my keys into my pocket. “You’re pathetic, dude.” I grumble as I stand up and close the door behind me. I’ve dressed in as nondescript a manner as I can, wearing a plain black hoodie and jeans. I don’t want to come off as particularly memorable, after all…

Heading up to the door, I grab the handle and give it a tug, the heavy metal screeching slightly as it swings out towards me. I step inside the darkened room, letting the door swing shut behind me with an almost final sounding thud. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, shelves of movies and magazines and toys line the area. It’s all interesting stuff, but it isn’t what I’m here for.

I don’t say anything. Make no eye contact. I just walk through the room and into a small doorway marked ‘booths’. I see a row of doors, all painted the same red as the one outside. Slipping in to one, I close and lock the door behind me.

There’s a chair, a screen, a coin slot, and… a hole.

I drop some coins into the slot and pick a movie. Something about hippy teens exploring each other or some such crap. I’m barely paying attention. My eyes are locked on the hole. Waiting. Not sure what to do next.

(Shoot me a continuance! Be interesting, please! I’m happy to make this a recurring thing, or even move it out of the sex shop setting down the line!)

It’s a beautiful morning.

You’re up early. Showered and dressed and cooking breakfast before your husband and kids are even out of bed. You like the alone time. The peace that comes with that first cup of coffee as the sun is rising.

Your kids are down the stairs first, eating breakfast and finishing up last minute homework before heading out the door. Next your husband makes his way down the stairs. You give him a kiss, smiling as you hand him his coffee and fix him a plate. He tells you something about his day. It’s busy, but manageable. You hand him his keys and make sure he has his phone before he leaves. Another kiss at the door, a couple of ‘I love you’s are exchanged.

And then you’re alone. You let out a sigh. The life of a housewife begins.

Almost before you can process, there’s a familiar knock at your back door. Shave and a haircut. You almost sing the ‘two bits’ as you make your way back there. Pulling it open, you smile at the person standing there.

“Early, aren’t we? He \\\\\\\*just\\\\\\\* left!” You don’t really care. In fact, the fact that you can still hear his car idling in the driveway has you even more excited. “Come on in.”

(Everyone in the neighborhood knows your husband’s schedule. College guys, delivery drivers, gardeners, pool boys, the local sheriff, the fire department… they’re all in on the secret your husband can’t quite figure out: you’re a willing slut for any and all of them.

If you like this idea, shoot me a message describing how you’re dressed and what you look like when you open that door.)

A key party is the most chaotic form of spouse swapping. No picking and choosing, no feeling out vibes, just putting your night in the hands of whoever reaches into the bowl. A whole party full of people, and you have no say in who you take home or who takes home your partner.

Which is exciting, right? That’s a big part of the fun is knowing that everything is out of your hands, and that whatever you’re going to experience is a complete mystery until you see your keys get pulled. You could spend an entire evening chatting up the perfect person, only to watch them leave with a stranger and find yourself partnered up with someone entirely new to you. Or you could have them be your match and spend a night building upon a solid foundation already laid.

To that end, I’d love to play a series of scenes either someone. All from the same party, but with different couples. We would follow each new pairing away for their night, then arrive back at the party in the end to follow the next pair in line like some sort of horny Groundhog Day.

Suffice to say this can either be something quick and dirty with only one or two couples being explored, or a long and thorough process of exploring several different couples, potentially over multiple parties!

If this sounds like a good time, shoot me a message. Take your time, give me some ideas or details! Something to catch my eye. I’m not in a huge hurry, so I’m content to wait it out until someone really feels like they want this. Don’t be surprised if I don’t message back right away, as I’m intentionally posting this first thing in the morning to give people time to really give me their A game. But it is open! Don’t worry that you’ll miss the boat!

Hope to hear from some of yall soon!

It’s a beautiful morning.

You’re up early. Showered and dressed and cooking breakfast before your husband and kids are even out of bed. You like the alone time. The peace that comes with that first cup of coffee as the sun is rising.

Your kids are down the stairs first, eating breakfast and finishing up last minute homework before heading out the door. Next your husband makes his way down the stairs. You give him a kiss, smiling as you hand him his coffee and fix him a plate. He tells you something about his day. It’s busy, but manageable. You hand him his keys and make sure he has his phone before he leaves. Another kiss at the door, a couple of ‘I love you’s are exchanged.

And then you’re alone. You let out a sigh. The life of a housewife begins.

Almost before you can process, there’s a familiar knock at your back door. Shave and a haircut. You almost sing the ‘two bits’ as you make your way back there. Pulling it open, you smile at the person standing there.

“Early, aren’t we? He \\\*just\\\* left!” You don’t really care. In fact, the fact that you can still hear his car idling in the driveway has you even more excited. “Come on in.”

(Everyone in the neighborhood knows your husband’s schedule. College guys, delivery drivers, gardeners, pool boys, the local sheriff, the fire department… they’re all in on the secret your husband can’t quite figure out: you’re a willing slut for any and all of them.

If you like this idea, shoot me a message describing how you’re dressed and what you look like when you open that door.)