Insomnia

....Or does she turn out to be one of his avid Lit readers? Or another Lit author?....

I have a story where a business traveler is in a hotel room, reading a story on Lit. The room service girl recognizes the famous blue-and-white layout and asks if he is a Lit author. When he admits that he is, she decides to give him something special to write about. Some variation of that could fit your scenario.
 
I have a story where a business traveler is in a hotel room, reading a story on Lit. The room service girl recognizes the famous blue-and-white layout and asks if he is a Lit author. When he admits that he is, she decides to give him something special to write about. Some variation of that could fit your scenario.

Guess it pays to stay at the Hilton instead of the Holliday Inn.
 
I was once awake for almost 88 hours straight. Woke up 4am Monday went to bed 8pm Thursday. I did take a 2 hour nap Wednesday afternoon. Trust me I was worse off afterwards.

I was in the Navy and we were preparing for a deployment so we were undergoing a Comabt Systems and Engineering readiness test.

A few years later I worked a 47 hour shift with no breaks because the imcompetent assholes in the office couldn't find someone to come take my place. Since I had to have a state license and the rules stated leaving an assignment without relief was grounds for revoking the license I had to stay or risk becoming unemployed.

Things get interesting when you're awake that long.
 
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A few years later I worked a 47 hour shift with no breaks because the imcompetent assholes in the office couldn't find someone to come take my place. Since I had to have a state license and the rules stated leaving an assignment without relief was grounds for revoking the license I had to stay or risk becoming unemployed.

Things get interesting when you're awake that long.


like hallucinating that your "relief" was the hottie coo-worker, and she walked in nude?
 
The Winter Wife

Those familiar with the history of the fur trade may recall that the traders sent to "over winter" in the "wilderness" (i.e. the lands occupied by indigenous peoples) often took a "winter wife"- an indigenous woman who would cook, clean and comfort them...

I'm thinking bout the comfort part...

...our hero jokes (to a relative? friend? neighbour?) that what he needs to cure his insomnia is a "winter wife" to snuggle up with him as he tries to sleep. Mo entanglements. Mo promises. No commitments. Just comfort.

The next day, a woman slips into his bed...

not sure who she is...

obviously hilarity ensues, but not sure of what soot.
 
...our hero jokes (to a relative? friend? neighbour?) that what he needs to cure his insomnia is a "winter wife" to snuggle up with him as he tries to sleep. Mo entanglements. Mo promises. No commitments. Just comfort.

The next day, a woman slips into his bed...

not sure who she is....

That's a great idea for a story! But I don't see any need to bring the insomnia into it. The guy is just some guy, visiting a home with multiple women staying there (could be other men, too). Maybe he's a stranger they took in, maybe a relative, maybe a friend. Maybe it's a family reunion, or a reunion of old college friends many years later (think "The Big Chill.")

Anyway, they all hang out for the day, play catch in the yard, have dinner, chat and laugh, enjoy some wine and maybe some board games. Eventually everyone goes to bed. Just as the guy is thinking about all the pretty women in the house, someone slips into his room in the dark, and slides into bed with him. Whenever he tries to ask a question, all he gets is "Shhhhh!" They have all sorts of rambunctious sex, but he never sees her.

When he wakes up in the morning, he is alone in the bed. Everyone assembles for breakfast, and they chat and laugh all over again. Our hero keeps glancing from woman to woman, trying to figure out who it was that gave him his best night of sex in years.

Maybe the story turns into a mystery, as he searches for clues, and maybe plays little tricks, trying to figure it out. Maybe the same thing continues for several more nights (and maybe it's a different woman each night?) Or maybe the story ends with him deciding just to savor the memories.
 
That's a great idea for a story! But I don't see any need to bring the insomnia into it. The guy is just some guy, visiting a home with multiple women staying there (could be other men, too). Maybe he's a stranger they took in, maybe a relative, maybe a friend. Maybe it's a family reunion, or a reunion of old college friends many years later (think "The Big Chill.")

Anyway, they all hang out for the day, play catch in the yard, have dinner, chat and laugh, enjoy some wine and maybe some board games. Eventually everyone goes to bed. Just as the guy is thinking about all the pretty women in the house, someone slips into his room in the dark, and slides into bed with him. Whenever he tries to ask a question, all he gets is "Shhhhh!" They have all sorts of rambunctious sex, but he never sees her.

When he wakes up in the morning, he is alone in the bed. Everyone assembles for breakfast, and they chat and laugh all over again. Our hero keeps glancing from woman to woman, trying to figure out who it was that gave him his best night of sex in years.

Maybe the story turns into a mystery, as he searches for clues, and maybe plays little tricks, trying to figure it out. Maybe the same thing continues for several more nights (and maybe it's a different woman each night?) Or maybe the story ends with him deciding just to savor the memories.

Then he finds out it's some woman whose been secretly living in his attic and when he's not home she eats his food does her laundry and watches TV...

10 People who secretly lived in other peoples houses
 
Dialogue in the Dark

Two sleepless Lit forum contributors strike up an exchange in the dark hours. What starts as plot help leads to role playing and masturbation. This breaks the writer's block for one, and leads to the other finally sleeping.
 
Two sleepless Lit forum contributors strike up an exchange in the dark hours. What starts as plot help leads to role playing and masturbation. This breaks the writer's block for one, and leads to the other finally sleeping.

after a few weeks, the one who still isn't sleeping misses their night time meetings, suggests coffee...
 
Daylight savings time is coming... there must be a story in that but danged if I can see it...
 
Daylight savings time is coming... there must be a story in that but danged if I can see it...

Mixed up reservations at the massage parlor (or whore house). Two people show up for the same masseuse at the same time.... leads to an unexpected threesome.
 
Mixed up reservations at the massage parlor (or whore house). Two people show up for the same masseuse at the same time.... leads to an unexpected threesome.

great idea!

what gender mix should it be?
 
great idea!

what gender mix should it be?

Dealer's choice. If you are luddite enough to still believe that there are only two genders, then with three participants, we get 4 possible combinations: MMM, MMF, MFF, FFF.

If you are progressive enough to allow for 39 genders, then I suppose the sky is the limit!
 
Dealer's choice. If you are luddite enough to still believe that there are only two genders, then with three participants, we get 4 possible combinations: MMM, MMF, MFF, FFF.

If you are progressive enough to allow for 39 genders, then I suppose the sky is the limit!

and there is always the tentacle monster- their gender is hmmm.... fluid?
 
The incest version:
insomniac parent encounters the young adult child returning home from a night of partying. Are they dishevelled and smelling of sex, or boiling over with sexual frustration? Either way, after the initial confrontation, lust leads to two happy endings.

The non-incest version is finding the young adult child's gf or gf sneaking in or out before or after some hot young sex. Embarrassment leads to two happy endings.
 
The incest version:
insomniac parent encounters the young adult child returning home from a night of partying. Are they dishevelled and smelling of sex, or boiling over with sexual frustration? Either way, after the initial confrontation, lust leads to two happy endings.

Grown son and his wife are visiting his parents. Parents have a guest room, but Son and wife decide to sleep in his old room instead. But Son suffers from insomnia, and with all the traveling, it is worse than ever. To avoid disturbing his wife, he goes to try and sleep in the guest room.

Meanwhile, Mom is suffering her own bout of insomnia. In order not to disturb her husband, she decides to head to the guest room to do her tossing and turning.

Pretty soon, they are tossing and turning with each other.

Feel free to swap genders any way desired.
 
Grown son and his wife are visiting his parents. Parents have a guest room, but Son and wife decide to sleep in his old room instead. But Son suffers from insomnia, and with all the traveling, it is worse than ever. To avoid disturbing his wife, he goes to try and sleep in the guest room.

Meanwhile, Mom is suffering her own bout of insomnia. In order not to disturb her husband, she decides to head to the guest room to do her tossing and turning.

Pretty soon, they are tossing and turning with each other.

Feel free to swap genders any way desired.

or just a swap?

Dad wakes up horny, wonders where Mom is. Knows she sometimes goes to the guest room. When he gets to the door he sees Mom & son tossing and turning. He decides not to interrupt. Starts to rub one off watching. Son's gf awakens, goes in hallway, sees that Dad's cock is even more impressive than Son's, decides she needs some of that...
 
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so does it become mind control, or a device to know what they secretly desire?

It becomes a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. But, since this is LIT, it becomes more of a Wet Dream on Elm Street movie. Hey, that's actually not a bad idea!
 
It becomes a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. But, since this is LIT, it becomes more of a Wet Dream on Elm Street movie. Hey, that's actually not a bad idea!

as usual, love the title idea.

Disclaimer : no actual blondes were killed in the writing of this story.
 
"Who Blew Off All the #@!% fireworks I was trying to sleep!"

Except when Ralph ran out the door to yell, he forgot that he was sleeping nude...
 
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