When reality and your story suddenly mix

[HartMann]

Dear all,
one of the more successful triggers for a story for me is usually some real life event with some kind of sexy co-notation that I then develop into something going much farther and submit here.
I suppose other people have the same sort of inspirations I have for their stories.

Now did it ever happen to you that reality and your imagined story get muddled up?
I would like to hear of these occasions.

To stimulate you, I'll go first:

my recent sequel ("Arbeitsleistung", unfortunatley not in English) is about a naughty cleaning woman and the husband of the houshold she works in.
The story is inspired by (who would have guessed it!) by our nice, young cleaning woman, not a stunner, probably not naughty, she just gave me the idea.

After episode 2 of the sequel was submitted I noted that she has quite a pert backside, nothing like I describe in the story, but still nice. But that does not yet qualify as a muddle-up of story and reality.
The story went on and got a bit raunchier in episode 3.

Last week she came to work and stated "I had a flu, but now I am fine again". And in this moment, I was probably more in my story than in reality, I replied:
"Oh, then I can kiss you again?"

Totally out of order, totally out of character for me, but there you go.

She looked at me very funny, puzzled, said "Excuse me?" and I managed to blag the awkward moment away. It helped enormously that she does not speak my language well, I do not speak hers. So it went through as a mis-heard, not quite understood thing.

Any other experiences?

 

[NotWise]

I usually manage to keep fiction and reality separate, so nothing like you describe.

Last fall I was in the midst of writing one of my stories when I passed by a woman who was the perfect image of one of my characters. I felt liked she walked off my page. That 's as close as I get.

 

[lovecraft68]

I had one today I could write about.

I go into a local pizza place to grab lunch and the very attractive-and young- girl behind the counter remarked, she liked my Iron maiden sweat shirt(yes I dress like I'm still in the 80's)

I was thinking maybe she was flirting a little-or at least working a tip-then added. "MY dad likes them."

I passed it off with, 'well, he's got good taste'

In my mind the wounded pride and erotic author/Dom in me wanted to say, "Then how about I take your snotty little ass over my knee like your father, you little tease?"

It could work itself into something some day.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

I've noted it before, when I did psychotherapy I saw more naked women and had more sexual propositions than you'd believe. Even staff and management were provocative (the women). At the psych hospital sex between staff members was common.

 

[Ewobbit]

I had one today I could write about.

I go into a local pizza place to grab lunch and the very attractive-and young- girl behind the counter remarked, she liked my Iron maiden sweat shirt(yes I dress like I'm still in the 80's)

I was thinking maybe she was flirting a little-or at least working a tip-then added. "MY dad likes them."

I passed it off with, 'well, he's got good taste'

In my mind the wounded pride and erotic author/Dom in me wanted to say, "Then how about I take your snotty little ass over my knee like your father, you little tease?"

It could work itself into something some day.

Just wait, LC. Just wait.

Once upon a time, I used to have waitresses sit on my knee and flirt with me to get a better tip. Then, yeah, it turned into "you remind me of my Dad". And, yeah, I had a little bit of the kneejerk "I'll show you 'Daddy'."

Then, one day a few years ago when we still got out and about, we were eating at a restaurant with another couple. Being somewhat of a fashion plate, I was wearing a tie-dye t-shirt, desert camo knee length shorts, a pair of sandals, and an old beat up white fishing hat.

The waitress said I reminded her of her grandfather.

I left her a wooden nickel.

(Although I think my wife and the other couple slipped some cash under their plates.)

 

[lovecraft68]

Just wait, LC. Just wait.

Once upon a time, I used to have waitresses sit on my knee and flirt with me to get a better tip. Then, yeah, it turned into "you remind me of my Dad". And, yeah, I had a little bit of the kneejerk "I'll show you 'Daddy'."

Then, one day a few years ago when we still got out and about, we were eating at a restaurant with another couple. Being somewhat of a fashion plate, I was wearing a tie-dye t-shirt, desert camo knee length shorts, a pair of sandals, and an old beat up white fishing hat.

The waitress said I reminded her of her grandfather.

I left her a wooden nickel.

(Although I think my wife and the other couple slipped some cash under their plates.)

Thanks for something to look forward to.

I am a grandfather BTW, he turns three next month. Oh, the mid life is upon me

 

[Ewobbit]

Congrats on joining the ranks of "crusty old farts". (FYI, I'm not "Grandpa", I'm "Grumps". Don't know quite how that happened...)

And, oops. I saw a shiny and detrained the thread. Again.

As far as the OP, I've pretty much always tried to tie some realism into what I write. The thing is, I often get dinged for it as just too weird.

For example, I watched a woman stand in the middle of a parking lot and change clothes. And yes, she was half naked from the waist up and the waist down at different points. The parking lot in question was in front of a Probation Office where she had just come from a meeting with her PO.

I was a teacher for awhile at a local college. And actually had a student grab my ass during lab one day.

I had a woman, whom I would have thought would have been old enough to know better, ask me if it was really possible to "go fuck yourself". (Cute as hell the way her voice got so quite as to be almost inaudible when she said "the f word".)

Another student, trying to be funny, was planning on just popping one button open on her blouse (in front of a group of her friends), but when the moment arrived, she accidently pulled way, way too hard (nervous maybe?) and ended up ripping her shirt open all the way to her waist standing in front of me wearing just her bra. (Forty year old woman with two kids who should have known better, standing in the middle of the hall outside my classroom.)

Now, none of these particular vignettes actually went any further. We didn't cue the 70s synth porn music and go at it like monkeys then or later. And more often than not, when I include one of these hilarious stories of real life experiences into a fictional story where it did eventually lead to bed, that's where I get dinged for being too fake to believe. Which makes me laugh.

At the end of the day, people are hilarious. And the more you meet, and the more you interact with, the more likely some miscue will happen that will turn sexually humorous. Wardrobe malfunctions, accidental touches, conversations misheard or misunderstood.

 

[karaline]

My experience isn't particularly erotic, but it was odd enough to stick in my mind

There is a scene in one of my stories where my main character (Andrea) collects her young daughter from an after school play date, I used the comfortable, messy chaos of a close friends kitchen as inspiration on which to base the scene. In the story the Mum invites Andrea to stay for dinner and they eat spinach and lentil soup.

A few weeks after i'd written the scene and submitted the chapter here, my friend invited me over to said kitchen for lunch and we ate spinach and lentil soup (she's never made it for me before, nor had she read the story in question)

 

[sr71plt]

A large percentage of my stories come out of a past reality.

 

[_Lynn_]

I've added reality to several of my stories.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Happens all the time. Especially my Sci-Fi stuff.

 

[Hypoxia]

I let reality flavor my writing but I try not to obsess on it.

Too much reality spoils the mood.

Especially farts.

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[NotWise]

I let reality flavor my writing but I try not to obsess on it.

Too much reality spoils the mood.

Especially farts.

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In my stories no-one farts. Not even pussy farts after a steamy session. Both of those omissions conflict with reality, but it's a deliberate separation of fiction and reality. Clumsy, unrewarding adventures? Another set of real life experiences that are mostly filtered out of fiction. Clumsy and rewarding experiences? Well that's just fun, at least in retrospect.

 

[HartMann]

Thanks for bringing the thread back on track ;-) and sharing.

 

[HartMann]

In my stories no-one farts. Not even pussy farts after a steamy session. Both of those omissions conflict with reality, but it's a deliberate separation of fiction and reality. Clumsy, unrewarding adventures? Another set of real life experiences that are mostly filtered out of fiction. Clumsy and rewarding experiences? Well that's just fun, at least in retrospect.

Fully agree that omitting some of life's awkwardness helps the attractiveness of a story no end (that includes frats, odours, small physical imperfections etc).


Karaline, your story made me laugh. It was not this kind of mix-up of story and reality I meant, but really made me laugh. You must have felt really weird at that moment, sort of deja-vu, not sure what will happen next.
Thanks for sharing.

 

[HartMann]

up up up

 

[karaline]

Karaline, your story made me laugh. It was not this kind of mix-up of story and reality I meant, but really made me laugh. You must have felt really weird at that moment, sort of deja-vu, not sure what will happen next.
Thanks for sharing.

Oops, sorry!

 

[JKendallDane]

Once upon a time, I used to have waitresses sit on my knee and flirt with me to get a better tip. Then, yeah, it turned into "you remind me of my Dad". And, yeah, I had a little bit of the kneejerk "I'll show you 'Daddy'."

Then, one day a few years ago when we still got out and about, we were eating at a restaurant with another couple. Being somewhat of a fashion plate, I was wearing a tie-dye t-shirt, desert camo knee length shorts, a pair of sandals, and an old beat up white fishing hat.

The waitress said I reminded her of her grandfather.

Five years ago while waiting for Social Security to figure out I was truly disabled, I regressed back to my college days and delivered pizza to have at least a subsistence income. One night I had a delivery for the barracks that housed the Marines while they were at NAS for advanced training. I recognized the area code being my old hometown area when I called to tell the grunt to meet me in the lobby.

When he showed up, all six foot four and 200# of his 23 or 24 year old ass, I asked where he was from. Yep, same hometown. Figuring I probably went to school with his mom and/or dad, I asked about his family. He gave me a first name for his dad I didn't recognize at all so I brought up one I remembered.

He smiled real wide and said, "Oh. You went to school with my grandfather," with exactly that kind of emphasis on 'grand' too.

I believe that was the moment time froze and I accepted that turning sixty was only a few more years down the road.

As far as the OP's question...all I will say is sometimes I do write using a mix of literary license coupled with an unstated "Dragnet cover disclaimer" of The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

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[NoJo]

I very deliberately fused reality with fantasy in order to cure myself of an addiction: In a nutshell, I paid a lot of money to see a sexy female hypnotherapist to cure myself of an addiction to a hypno-domme.

What happened next is so weird I don't know whether it's reality or some implanted idea.

I tried to write it up as as a story, but got into a right muddle. Oh well, at least my cat is real.

 

[Ewobbit]

I very deliberately fused reality with fantasy in order to cure myself of an addiction: In a nutshell, I paid a lot of money to see a sexy female hypnotherapist to cure myself of an addiction to a hypno-domme.

What happened next is so weird I don't know whether it's reality or some implanted idea.

I tried to write it up as as a story, but got into a right muddle. Oh well, at least my cat is real.

You sure about that? I've got a Schrödinger here that says otherwise.

 

[HartMann]

Wohooo, NoJo, thats a classic. Would love to read it. Driving out the Devil with Baalzebub.

 

[Hypoxia]

What happened next is so weird I don't know whether it's reality or some implanted idea.

Do not let reality slow you down.

 

[NaokoSmith]

...
Last week she came to work and stated "I had a flu, but now I am fine again". And in this moment, I was probably more in my story than in reality, I replied:
"Oh, then I can kiss you again?"
...

Surely you are going to do the decent thing and marry her - Love Actually?

Some great stories in here! Ewobbit, you wrote that story about the aftershave based on a real life experience that you talked about in the story exercise threads, didn't you? I love that one.

 

[NoJo]

You sure about that? I've got a Schrödinger here that says otherwise.

Well so have I, that happens to be my cat's name! Although he actually answers to "Kitty" How can he be in two places at once when he's not anywhere at all???

 

[Hypoxia]

How can he be in two places at once when he's not anywhere at all???

Don't crush that cat; hand me the pliers.

"There's more than one way to skin a cat," she mused, as she pinned its little feet to the dissection board.

A woman without a man is like a cat without a bicycle.

Felix gasped, "Lesbians eat WHAT?"

Most cemeteries provide a dog's toilet and a cat's motel.

Other than being a female atheist, my cat would be a fine pope.