Schlank
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There's an idea that's been floating around in my head for a story that I think is really fascinating, however, I'm already involved in so many other literary projects, I'm never going to be able to find the time to turn this idea into a story.
The story involves a writer.
This writer has a fertile imagination, but little to no sex life. She (or he, if you prefer) isn't wealthy, world-renowned or even especially good looking, however, she writes exceedingly erotic fiction in her spare time.
The erotic stories that she writes are pretty far out there too. Things that could never happen (or are highly unlikely to happen) in real life. Some of these stories involve succubi, shape-shifters and mythical nations were men and women can be kept as slaves and be led naked down public streets on leashes.
The stories are outrageous, yet somehow well-written and potent. They're written so well, you can visualize the moisture on the lips of the succubus right before she kisses you and feel the warmth of the sunlight on your back as you're led naked down a public street at midday.
Okay, so now that you've introduced your main character, here's the twist. Your writer enters a shop one day where they sell curious items of unknown origin.
Many of the items are too expensive for your main character to afford, however there is a leather-bound book with hundreds of blank pages. It looks like it was designed to be a sketchbook or a diary.
Our main character is a writer, and decides to buy the book to write her stories in. Why not? The book is inexpensive and it looks classy.
So, she takes the book home and writes more stories. Her stories become even more wanton and libidinous than before. Her main character ends up naked about 99% of the time in her stories now. She writes stories about every fetish she can think of now, public nudity, bondage, forced lesbianism, spanking, sex in front of large audiences, incest, strip searches, body-cavity searches, kinky medical exams etc.
And then, after she's written dozens of stories in her book, and filled EVERY PAGE with stories that are just dripping in shameless eroticism, strange things start to happen to her.
She begins to experience episodes where reality warps around her and she finds herself in the stories that she's written.
Her physical appearance changes so that she resembles the main character in her stories and she's surrounded by the supporting characters that she created.
They speak the dialog WORD FOR WORD that she's written in her stories and do the things to her that were done to the protagonists in her stories.
It's sexually thrilling, but also scary.
She tries to burn the book, but finds that the book doesn't want to be burned. It seems to be indestructible.
She tries to return it to the strange shop where she bought it, however, that shop is now vacant.
How is this possible? The writer doesn't know. She can't even produce proof that any of this is really happening. Even when she experiences a sexual adventure that takes weeks in story-time, she discovers that she's only been gone from the real world for a few seconds.
The story involves a writer.
This writer has a fertile imagination, but little to no sex life. She (or he, if you prefer) isn't wealthy, world-renowned or even especially good looking, however, she writes exceedingly erotic fiction in her spare time.
The erotic stories that she writes are pretty far out there too. Things that could never happen (or are highly unlikely to happen) in real life. Some of these stories involve succubi, shape-shifters and mythical nations were men and women can be kept as slaves and be led naked down public streets on leashes.
The stories are outrageous, yet somehow well-written and potent. They're written so well, you can visualize the moisture on the lips of the succubus right before she kisses you and feel the warmth of the sunlight on your back as you're led naked down a public street at midday.
Okay, so now that you've introduced your main character, here's the twist. Your writer enters a shop one day where they sell curious items of unknown origin.
Many of the items are too expensive for your main character to afford, however there is a leather-bound book with hundreds of blank pages. It looks like it was designed to be a sketchbook or a diary.
Our main character is a writer, and decides to buy the book to write her stories in. Why not? The book is inexpensive and it looks classy.
So, she takes the book home and writes more stories. Her stories become even more wanton and libidinous than before. Her main character ends up naked about 99% of the time in her stories now. She writes stories about every fetish she can think of now, public nudity, bondage, forced lesbianism, spanking, sex in front of large audiences, incest, strip searches, body-cavity searches, kinky medical exams etc.
And then, after she's written dozens of stories in her book, and filled EVERY PAGE with stories that are just dripping in shameless eroticism, strange things start to happen to her.
She begins to experience episodes where reality warps around her and she finds herself in the stories that she's written.
Her physical appearance changes so that she resembles the main character in her stories and she's surrounded by the supporting characters that she created.
They speak the dialog WORD FOR WORD that she's written in her stories and do the things to her that were done to the protagonists in her stories.
It's sexually thrilling, but also scary.
She tries to burn the book, but finds that the book doesn't want to be burned. It seems to be indestructible.
She tries to return it to the strange shop where she bought it, however, that shop is now vacant.
How is this possible? The writer doesn't know. She can't even produce proof that any of this is really happening. Even when she experiences a sexual adventure that takes weeks in story-time, she discovers that she's only been gone from the real world for a few seconds.
