The hermit erotica writer

[sirhugs]

He hasn't left his cabin in the woods in years. The groceries are dropped off on the porch. Yet he has consistently posted a story on Literotica weekly. Maybe he used to be a popular author. living off the royalties of that coming of age best seller from a generation ago?
then one morning, he sits at his computer and realizes that he hasn't had sex in so long, he can no longer write about it. what does he do for inspiration?

 

[LupusDei]

what does he do for inspiration?

Go hunting for nymphs in the river

 

[ericrodman101]

Logs out of Lit and opens pornhub?

 

[silversword]

Maybe his avid readers write to him having not got their weekly does of new stories. Perhaps one couple who owe their rejuvenated sex life to his writing are keen to help and offer to come and visit.

 

[LupusDei]

Yes, soliciting a fan is a possibility. Then, there's also recipes for extreme disappointment that way, as the fans turn out not at all how they described themselves, and/or are themselves shocked by the hermit with decaying teeth and clothes he's worn since he washed last time three months ago.

 

[Carnevil9]

Logs out of Lit and opens pornhub?

This is probably the true-life answer. But for a story, I think we can be more interesting than that.

The groceries get dropped off on the porch. Unless they are delivered by drone, there has to be a flesh-and-blood (and hormones) person involved. Maybe his next grocery order involves something extra?

 

[ericrodman101]

As I understand it, hermitages were often follies constructed on the grounds of large estates and hermits were encouraged to live in them to add a bit of color, in the same way deer and peacocks roamed the lawns. Hermits might have been poets or artists, local lads down on their luck, the genuinely troubled if not insane, cast outs like people with diseases or disabilities, or strange views and beliefs, or just someone looking for solitude. Perhaps the hermit is visited by the lady of the manor, or the lord, on occasions, purely for inspection purposes of course.

 

[Bareskinny]

Have him leave strange, and suggestive notes tacked the cabin porch for the delivery guy (or gal). Tell him that there is a generous tip of $40.00 waiting for him in an envelope, and he has to follow the directions to find it. All the while, the man in the cabin has set up cameras to watch. Each week, the directions become more complex while the tip increases to $60.00, then to $80.00, and so on. The directions evolve to removing his clothes, waiting for a drone to drop off another set of directions, even finding a inflatable sex doll he has to cum inside of. The tips go up to $100.00, to $200.00, and so on.

 

[sirhugs]

This is probably the true-life answer. But for a story, I think we can be more interesting than that.

The groceries get dropped off on the porch. Unless they are delivered by drone, there has to be a flesh-and-blood (and hormones) person involved. Maybe his next grocery order involves something extra?

mmmm...drone sex. Perhaps a whole new form of inspiration?