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Dinner Plans: Horror
Jan. 17th, 2009 05:20 pm"Dinner plans, my darling?" he drawled, wrapping one hand casually around her shoulders.
She grinned at the computer, where the date matching service showed a hopeful-looking white guy in his thirties, slightly overweight, with an average face and a professed "difficulty committing." "Dinner and desert, I hope. His profile says he's into things being a little kinky, so I figure I should be able to talk him into letting me tie him up and--play."
"Am I invited?"
She laughed. "I'm not sharing. I'm sooo hungry, and I don't plan on killing this one, so he'll have to last."
"Aren't you worried about--"
Inspiration: Making dinner plans. Of course, mine involve tacos and not pure terror, but, well--
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: A bit on the clichéd side.
She grinned at the computer, where the date matching service showed a hopeful-looking white guy in his thirties, slightly overweight, with an average face and a professed "difficulty committing." "Dinner and desert, I hope. His profile says he's into things being a little kinky, so I figure I should be able to talk him into letting me tie him up and--play."
"Am I invited?"
She laughed. "I'm not sharing. I'm sooo hungry, and I don't plan on killing this one, so he'll have to last."
"Aren't you worried about--"
Inspiration: Making dinner plans. Of course, mine involve tacos and not pure terror, but, well--
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: A bit on the clichéd side.
