Weird inspirations

We were driving around the coast of Maine and we went down Oyster River Road, and I thought, "Hmm, 'Oyster River' just sounds like a cool title."

It took a while to come up with an idea for the title, but I thought about how oyster has been used as a slang term for vagina, and that made me think it should be a lesbian story set in Maine, and the seafood connection made me think one of the main characters should work on a lobster boat, and off I went...
Just as an aside, Oyster Bay (on Long Island, NY) was where Theodore Roosevelt lived (Sagamore Hill); I wonder if he ever made a connection between oysters and vaginas and thought of lesbian lovers cavorting in the moonlight on Long Island Sound! Maybe while he was racking up animal heads by the carload on one of his African safaris.
 
Last year, my kids and wife and I went back and binged both Buffy and Angel.
Unfortunately they have way more time than I do, so I feel like for every 7 or 8 eps they watched I got to only watch 1. That kinda annoyed me. LOL!

I wish I new what it was about red heads. My wife went red for me once. Although she is natural red highlights that in the summer really come out.
As I think I posted in this thread, I am in the middle of my kid's first watch through on Buffy and Angel. Passing it on to the next generation.

Oh, I know exactly where my obsession started. Kindergarten. My first crush, mostly unrequited, though we are still friends.

My now-ex went red once. We didn't leave the house for a week, as I remember. She joked she went back to brunette out of self-defense.
 
Oh, I know exactly where my obsession started. Kindergarten. My first crush, mostly unrequited, though we are still friends.
My first redhead crush, looking back, was when I was 4. She lived down the street. Unfortunately we moved abroad and I never saw her again.
 
Any strange places you get your ideas from?

Em
All the time.

Inspiration for my recent "The Man Across the Aisle," came from just a glance at me from one of two men moving across seated people across the aisle from me at a book festival program. (https://literotica.com/s/the-man-across-the-aisle)

Almost the same circumstance--a glance at me by a sad-looking man on a cane across the aisle in church inspired "A Gift?" written years ago in my sr71plt account. (https://www.literotica.com/s/a-gift-7)
 
I was just writing about Jos Whedon on the Separate the Art from the Artist thread.

It made me think about the escort agency, Emma’s Escorts, in my Angels & Demons series. I think part of the inspiration for this was the demonic lawyers of Wolfram & Hart from Whedon’s Angel.

Any strange places you get your ideas from?

Em
Though it's not strange, the beach...a LOT of my ideas come to me when I'm at the beach. It's just a very, very sexy place to me...😉
 
Does anyone remember Joyce Grenfell's nursery school monologues? This one, for example:

In one of the weirdest flashes of inspiration I've ever had, it came to me today that this would be a perfect form for a 750-word story. A porn director trying to shoot a scene.

The trick is going to be not getting carried away, I think.
 
The strange place from which my ideas come is a grey mass laughingly known as my brain. And, believe me, that's a really strange place. It even has a few top neurologists stumped. :)
 
Not everybody's cup of tea, but it's short, so it's not a big time investment.

This is the story that inspired a reader to fault me for its "woke, femifascist ending." Which made me laugh.


Okay now I HAVE to read this lol.
 
Just now I wrote a haiku based on a mental image of a masturbating clown.

So. There's that.
 
Nothing "weird" about most of my story inspirations. Many of them are simply just random ideas, inspired by random things.

Many come from conversations with friends like you, Em, where something comes up and I just think "hey that might be interesting to write."

I suppose my "weirdest" inspiration was taking the classic horror film Night Of The Living Dead and putting a porn spin on it, turning it into a story about cum craving women zombies and coming up with the ever so clever name Night Of The Giving Head.
 
Actually, I guess I do have one. And it's fucking grisly.

My vampire story from this past Halloween opens with a scene of a man's severed head, rolling neatly across a mud patch "like a soccer ball poorly kicked."

That imagery came from a news story I read about a prison uprising in Brazil (I think?) from last summer I believe, involving an impromptu game of prison-yard soccer played with the heads of some of the rival inmates, presumably freshly-severed. I had a sudden blackly funny thought about what would happen if one of the players meant to kick high but instead topped the "ball" and kept it low and spinny, with blood sheeting all around.

It's a gruesome idea, but then I've always been into dark humor.

ETA: Oh! Shit. It was summer 2019 that that happened.

https://nypost.com/2019/07/30/brazilian-prisoners-seen-playing-soccer-with-rivals-severed-heads/
 
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First of all, it's good to see you back and posting and starting fun threads, @EmilyMiller.

By far the no. 1 weird inspiration for one of my stories was provided by @MelissaBaby, who in late 2019 posted mention on a thread of a recent true news story in which thousands of "penis fish" -- a type of worm that happens to look a lot like a male phallus--washed up on the beach during a storm along the California coast. Naturally, I thought, "Story!" So I wrote perhaps my weirdest story, an apocalyptic horror tale in which aliens disguised as penis worms wash up on the beach with the intention of mating with human females. That one's a pride and joy for me.

I remain grateful to @MelissaBaby to this day for the inspiration!

Okay, I thought MY Erotic Horror story, Night Of The Giving Head, was weird.

I bow before your weirdness, oh great one.
 
The best inspiration I ever had was seeing a GIF of a young Demi Moore turning around top less beside another actress in a beach scene from what turned out to be "Blame It On Rio".

It was just that I was in the middle of writing a winter holiday story for a contest that wasn't going anywhere. I suddenly became obsessed with how I could get to a winter holiday story that takes place during COVID and featured the same scene; a curvy outgoing blonde and a more demure lean brunette turning top less on a tropical beach.

Everything about it wrote itself. The characters, the story arc, the premise for that exact setting in a cold northern Midwestern location. Blanks were killing in faster than I could type. Plenty of details, and a few surprises, popped up along the way, but that was like poking the ground with a stick and having a fountain pop up and never lose steam from that moment forward.
 
I did a rather strange SF piece last year (which I left unscored, so strongly did I imagine that it's not really Literotica fodder) which was inspired by Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Is that weird, or normal?
 
I did a rather strange SF piece last year (which I left unscored, so strongly did I imagine that it's not really Literotica fodder) which was inspired by Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Is that weird, or normal?
Heart of Darkness is one of the finest pieces of literature in the English language (and it annoys me to no end that Conrad was that damn good in his third or fourth best language). That is pretty normal, I would think. I mean, Apocalypse Now is a Vietnam version (though Conrad was not listed in the film's credits). So a Speculative Fiction version would be about right.

My Valentine's Day story is based on a story by Platonicus and the poetry of D.H. Lawrence, so I have no reason to call it weird.
 
I was on holidays in Queensland, and catching the train back to Brisbane after spending the day on the Gold Coast. It was dusk, the fine day had turned overcast and drizzly and getting darker by the minute, when I glanced out the train windows and saw two people in the bush near the railway line, between Helensvale and Coomera. Just why anyone would be in the eerie bush with night falling and snakes in the undergrowth when suburbia wasn't that far away puzzled me, but it put into place a setting for a vague story idea I had in my head for some time.

The story idea was an IT story between a half brother and and half sister with a large age difference, which you rarely see among the IT stories. Thinking about the people in the bush, I then thought about how they could get it together, and created a fictional abandoned Gold Coast theme park closed over a decade and now overtaken by the bush, and where the 40-year-old brother and 18-year-old sister go urban exploring one damp and eerie Saturday evening, the brother's car having problems after driving back from the Gold Coast to Brisbane after a day trip. Although sexual tension is apparent between the half siblings before this, when the sister nearly stands on an Eastern Brown Snake (one of the deadliest snakes in the world) and the brother pulls her back with seconds to spare it becomes too much, and they have wild sex in the scary surrounds of the abandoned theme park, becoming secret incestuous lovers afterwards.

I thought it was a pretty neat idea, but the IT crowd thought otherwise when the story - 'Exploring With My Big Brother' - was posted to the site. They didn't want to go on an Australian holiday to beautiful Southern Queensland, they weren't amused by the antics of the ne'er do well older brother who contrasts with the more responsible and studious younger half sister, they didn't want to go urban exploring at an abandoned theme park and they weren't even keen on a story featuring a brother and sister with a 20 year age gap which is uncommon in the sibling stories in IT.
 
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