Ideas are cheap. These are things that I've thought of over the past while; some might turn into stories, some might not, some are just one-liners. When there are enough of them, I'll try and impose some order on them. And someday, we might try to mine some ivory out of them.
Ambrosia and Ichor were twins performing a live sex act in Amsterdam's red light district. He, Ichor, looked raw, primal, unrefined; she looked ethereal, delicate, with surprising strength. Although they looked as different as yin and yang there was an unmistakeable family resemblance, too. And that hint of incest kept the crowds coming. Pun intentional.I heard about them through a man named McConnaghy, an expatriate American who was unwelcome in his native land for reasons having to do with the age of consent. McConnaghy was an unpleasant little man who yearned to be popular. By spending lavishly, he made friends an evening at a time. I had been taking advantage of his largesse for two weeks, which practically made me Pythias to his Damon.
"They're not really twins," he told me in the cab on the way there. "They just had a genius plastic surgeon. But suppose they were twins, huh? Suppose. Doesn't that rock you a bit?" He grinned nervously and made to nudge me with his elbow, but like so many of his other gestures, he didn't complete it.
We waited listlessly through a snake act and then the pair were introduced, once in Dutch, once in English.
Was thinking about all those letters about men who like to watch their wives have sex with well-hung guys; the narrator always seems to have a tiny dick and the cliches flow like milk. So write a typical Penthouse Letters "I watch my wife get fucked by other men" letter...but format it so there are two columns: the left column is his letter to a magazine and the right column is her letter to a friend or advice column describing her side of it. That big cock is uncomfortable, she doesn't like cheating on her husband, but it sure does turn him on...
Tiny one, we'll frame it with a sex reversal: Julia is in a cabin in the woods, ostensibly between jobs to finish Her Great American Novel. But she's also recovering from a messy breakup. The snow starts to fall. She gets a phone call that there was a hiker in her area; she goes out to look for him, and finds him half-frozen, clinging to a branch, about six inches above the trail. She brings him back, throws him in a hot tub, and they wait out the storm. He's young, sensitive, and doesn't force himself on her. Eventually -- well, it is a sex story.
Study area consisted of two motel rooms; subjects were told they were testing a computerized dating service. (Actual assignments were random.) Double-blind methodology was used to assign suspected pheromone to study areas. Results:
Study Group Control Mean time to intercourse: 17 min. Mean time to intercourse: 308 min. Avg. num. orgasms/active male: 7 Avg. num. orgasms/active male: 1.2 Avg. num. orgasms/active female: 29 Avg. num. orgasms/active female: 0.6 Male refractory period: 2 min. Male refractory period: 97 min.
Well, I think it would be fun. But I used to be a biologist.
- Tall Girl
- Saw a young woman mopping the floor in the doughnut shop when I stopped for coffee. Maybe early twenties; she was tall, stork-like. Not classically pretty; her nose was too large (beak-like, even) and her face all planes and angles, but she was pretty with youth. She stooped as so many tall girls do, trying to be shorter. There was something about her stance, the angles of her joints, that spoke of awkwardness and eagerness and terrible painful shyness. It made me want to write a story for her, a story in which the tall girl makes herself some happiness.
So here: Short guys always seem to be attracted to tall women. Suppose she's dreadfully shy -- make her older, late twenties or early thirties. Terribly afraid of being laughed at. And the short guy who's attracted to her doesn't want to ask her out because it's such a cliche. Why should he be laughed at, too? And get them together despite themselves.
- Lethe
- Years back, somebody posted a series of dominance stories to alt.sex.stories; they were about the narrator dominating his significant other. What struck me about them was the contempt of the narrator. (Let's make a distinction here: I don't mind consensual play though it's not my style of game [I have trouble keeping a straight face as a top or a bottom]; I love The Story of O). The contempt in these stories bothered me.) So it struck me as an interesting situation if he were to get amnesia.
Consider: he has been emotionally brutalizing her for a year or years and she has some submissive streak in her or she would have left (though I know I'm oversimplifying; this is the story I'm making up). So she enjoys being dominated but has never had the chance to make it a consensual relationship. And he has an accident and gets amnesia.
Real amnesia, not movie amnesia. Real may-never-recover amnesia. How does she respond? How does he respond? Does she suspect he's faking it? Does he wonder about the oddity of her behaviour? What kind of relationship do they build?
- Magic as sex
- Suppose that all magic is essentially tantric and sexual, and is drained from the body by orgasm. The reason that dragons love virgins is because virgins are extremely magic-rich (not having squandered their "vital essences"). Someone waiting to be eaten by a dragon could always try masturbating (of course, the tension of the moment might make it difficult to get aroused...)
- A Wizard's Duel
- This kind of magic also seriously changes wizards' duels. Rather than being deadly, the point of a wizards' duel is to make your opponent come. Since the energy can certainly be recharged, there's a time-limit on how long a duel takes effect (probably different for each person). The situation I imagine is two wizards, each affiliated with an army. The battle will start tomorrow, and lives hang in the balance. One wizard is probably better, but has the army in the worse tactical situation; the other wizard is not as good, but has an army in a good situation. It looks to be even. One of the wizards (the one with the army in the worse situation) calls a duel. This is a big risk: If he or she loses, the army gets creamed; even if both wizards lose power, his or her army still gets demolished.
- Becky Saint, (former) girl detective
- Somebody said that Gillian Anderson (Agent Scully on The X-Files ) would have made an excellent Nancy Drew. It might be fun to do something about Nancy Drew grown up -- she's divorced now, comes back home, investigating something (probably the death of Scooby Doo).
- Vanishing Hitchhiker
- What always got me about the story of the vanishing hitchhiker and other ghost stories is, What's the ghost doing the rest of the year? Are they in heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Are they aware of what's going on? Do they have any awareness? What would let them "get home"?
Take your prototypical teenage couple driving after the prom. For whatever reason, she's decided to keep her virginity until she's married, so even though she really likes him, there's a limit to how far she'll go. He parks on a deserted side road; they neck. He tries to go further; she refuses. Eventually, she gets out to walk. He drives off and dies in a car crash (hits a tree or is hit by a train).
She feels guilty. Her virginity has become this terrible weight, and she still has all of these reasons for not wanting to give it up, but now she's carrying this burden of guilt: if she'd given in, it would have gone differently. Flash forward a number of years: she's still a virgin. Her life is going nowhere, and she hears this woman talking (probably in the bathroom :-) about this teenage guy who fucked her and then disappeared. (Maybe that's where the actual text of the story begins.) He matches the description of her sweetie.
After much trial and error, she discovers that he in fact appears on the anniversary of his death. She picks him up -- he thinks she looks like this girl he knew. They have sex, and both of them can get on with their lives (or deaths, as they case may be). She discovers too that, while sweet, he was just a teenage guy, and she's changed -- she's not the girl she was, and he's not what she wants, any more.
She should probably have a boyfriend now who's not pressuring her, for contrast, and who can get angry about the canonization of the former boyfriend. (There's another nice place where the story could start.)
Could also reverse the situation -- girl died (that's how it usually goes in the urban legend) -- but societal mores being what they are, the idea of a girl wanting to fuck and a boy wanting to keep his virginity is a harder sell, even though both happen in real life.
- The Whipping Post
- Liz's husband Corey died six months ago, and she's struggling to keep the farm going (no hired hand). Her friend brings her Dennis, who doesn't know a damned thing about farming and who has been emotionally destroyed by his ex-wife. However, Liz is a sucker for lost dogs and broken men. When Liz's need for intimacy becomes great enough, she approaches Dennis, who has no self-esteem, no way to approach women, to be assertive: it's all been broken. Fortunately (it is fiction, after all), Liz was into mild bdsm with her husband. She offers to let Dennis whip her as a symbolic retribution for what his ex-wife did to him. This is not a fun thing for Liz: Dennis knows nothing of consensual bdsm, and hurts her a lot, but he has a lot of anger and self-hatred to express. Then she turns the tables and shows him that in the right relationship, inflicting pain can be a cleansing thing: so long as you're listening to your partner. It's not about hurting, it's about listening. (Jeez, this feels like a long one.)
- Sunburn
- On their first summer vacation, Michael (he of the olive complexion, curly hair and broad shoulders) and Ardeth (she of the milky skin, coal-black hair, and eyes of slate) rent a houseboat and spend their time nude. But that evening, Michael (who has never had a sunburn before) discovers he is burned in a most private place. Even his erection hurts, because it stretches the poor abused skin. Ardeth is unaffected because she has learned to be cautious of the sun. And they are burning for each other, but they won't be able to satisfy this urge in the usual manner.
- Passion Play
- Just finished Grant Morrison's story The Braille Encyclopedia in Hotter Blood, so I'm unduly influenced. I think the crucifixion has a lot of sexual overtones. Grant (partly as homage, partly for what the name means) is ordered around by his father and his fiancee (he's followed in his father's footsteps, his father picked and approved Evelyn). Before Easter, they're in Quebec City, he spots Barbara, a friend of his childhood. ("If anyone I ever knew was to have been called by God, it would have been Barbara.") Father disapproved of Barbara, Grant protected her until the choice came between her and Father's disapproval. ("She was going off to university anyway. I couldn't have helped her there. I heard later that she'd gotten wild, though I couldn't imagine it of her, of Barbara.")
She recognizes him and hails him as "Longinius." Their host dismisses the group she's with as religious nuts. Grant searches her out (at great cost, finally breaking free of his restrictive family) with help from an older woman who gives her name as "Pilate." ("I knew the Easter story -- we are Anglican, after all -- but Father never gave it much credence.") She is in fact chosen to be Christ in the passion play they are about to re-enact, and he has been chosen to play Longinius, the Roman soldier whose spear pierced Christ. Have to use a St. Andrews cross instead of a Tau, but what's important here is mood. (I rather like the sentence, "Christ on the cross in all Her glory.")
- The Book of Orgasms
- A woman's journal, built around the idea that she describes each of her orgasms. There's a story or a day associated with each one, of course. Loosely connected incidents that build to a story. Probably start with her first (she can be almost any age, actually), and follow her growth and development. The ending would be --? Maybe when she stops focusing on the orgasm and starts focusing on the partner.
Kind of like the idea that she starts with masturbating ("Broke up with Greg last week, and I'm so horny today..."), learns to let go and come with partners (come and go, so to speak). Being the romantic that I am, I assume the experience would be greatly enhanced by significant emotional involvement. (I know it is for me.) Descriptions could include:
- It was irridescent and light, it grew like a soap bubble and then hung there in the air for a few eternal moments until it popped. (That would be my first orgasm on pot.)
- Soft, gentle, floaty.
- Decadence
- We live in a decadent age. I think I first read that in John Gardner's The Art of Fiction. But decadence is moral, it's not sexual, no matter how the legislators try to say otherwise. So imagine a small upright godfearing community, and introduce Jeanine, a free spirit, the new schoolteacher. The narrator -- call him Henry for now -- becomes involved with Jeanine. Henry feels that he's drawn into her circle, maybe against his will. Jeanine is into things that Henry feels are decadent...B&D, perhaps. Henry participates until he can stand it no longer, and then he betrays her to someone... Then who is decadent? The honest young woman, or the betrayer? Betrayal per se isn't particularly decadent; this would have to be fleshed out.
- The Mesmerist
- (Not a mind control story) In reading accounts of Mesmer's sessions with patients, and his popularity with young women of high society, it seems clear to me that at least some of those patients were, uh, coming their brains out. Someone else will have to write this one, because I don't have the necessary historical knowledge, but a story/vignette that demonstrates this would be interesting and an exercise in non-penetrating erotica.
- Speciation
- One of the possible results of colonizing other star systems would be speciation of humans. Now introduce reliable, fast star travel so the different (reproductively isolated) groups can meet. Two people meet, fall in love...and are different species. They must decide to either break up or open up their relationship to breeding partners.
- Just the fax Written!
- They have this new device, tentatively called a 3D fax, which takes a transmitted model of something and builds it out of polymer. The Navy is looking at it for building all the little parts that go wrong on a battleship; instead of stocking eight thousand pounds of parts, a ship can have a replacement part "faxed" to them. What I was thinking of was a repair technician beyond Mars orbit, who's carrying on a relationship with someone else in another tin can, but they're four light seconds apart. Even transmitted virtual sex wouldn't work -- eight seconds between thrust and response makes for slow tedious sex, even if you're a tantric master. So the technician has his or her sweetie fax his penis... The rest of the relationship would work by e-mail (essentially).
- Barbies & Gargoyles
- Suppose bodily restructuring becomes so cheap you can install a body-shaping machine in your high school's bathrooms. During adolescence, the urge to conform (or to not conform in a very specific way) can be very strong, and if the ability to physically conform is cheap and easy... I imagine two main social types, the Barbies (good looks, all essentially copies of a famous person) and the Gargoyles (grotesques in one of the "cool" ways). Now imagine a Barbie, a Gargoyle, and a fringe person who actually likes how she or he looks...
- Semper Fidelis
- A situation, no idea of the characters or why they're doing this:
At work, he's walking out to the car in the bright summertime, and he spots a lovely pair of legs belonging to a woman bending over, putting something in the back seat of her car. She catches him and invites him for a quick fuck. He politely shakes his head no and points to his wedding band. "But you can watch," she says, and begins to masturbate for him. Then she urges him to do the same. "You don't have to touch me." He does, though he's never done this for his wife. The orgasm is marvellous -- and she packs up and goes, leaving him with the question: has he been unfaithful?(Actually, this could work if it were in the larger context of questionable fidelity. Would need a main character who is vitally interested in whether he/she has been faithful. --would it suffice if the woman in the story were trying to get back at her unfaithful husband?)
- Bigger is Better
- You know, somewhere out there, some biologist-hackers are trying to create the six-foot rabbit. Why? To see if they can. And you know, a lot of people are obsessed with large breasts in stories, or large penises. So here's the setup for the ultimate large breast and penis story.
The near future. An orbiting college (we need zero-gee for later on) where they study bodysculpting with nanotechnology. And a little contest, boys against the girls: who can do the most radical alteration in size and still have a functional sexual act at the end? The guys have it easy: all he needs is a much bigger penis, an extra spleen and an increase in blood supply to fill the baseball bat. The women have it harder: Huge breasts (she'll need the zero-gee part of the college in order to be able to move, let alone have sex) and probably vaginal modifications in order to comfortably accommodate the afore-mentioned baseball bat.
You'd hate to go through all of that work without getting a show at then end of it, so they'd probably also modify the sex drives of the two guinea pigs and maybe make them sexually insatiable for each other. ("I couldn't help it. I saw her -- I smelled her -- and my cock started to get hard. It didn't matter that before the contest we'd hated each other's guts. She turned me on.")
Probably you'd launch them (gently!) down the zero-gee axis of the station; by long tradition playing Strauss' Blue Danube Waltz as docking approaches....
- A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished
- A vampire decides to let a young man lose his virginity before she kills him. (This would involve a lengthy soak in a hot tub to bring up her body temperature and a certain amount of lubricant. Did you know that dead people can't wear makeup? Turns out its held on by equal parts body heat and sweat, neither of which the dead have. The stuff they use in funeral homes is thick clayey stuff that has to be ground into the skin, which explains why they look so bad in the coffin.)
- 25,000
- A lonely old man whose wife has passed away has counted up his orgasms over his life, and decides he wants something special for number 25,000. The lady next door, who's supposed to be looking after him, has been sending her teenage daughter to do it (she likes the old guy), and she figures he ought to have something special for 25,000. His children discover this behaviour and decide it's evidence that dad is mentally unsound (possibly before the girl next door helps out).
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