Fanfiction Ideas Generator Novels & Stories

Ryan is the one who scares me most because his silence feels like a coiled spring and I want to be underneath it when it snaps. I want all of them. Separately. Together. In combinations I've been mapping in my head since month two, lying in my bed at night with my hand between my thighs, listening to the house sounds – Jake's shower running, Mike laughing at something on his phone, Ryan's heavy footsteps in the hallway outside my door – and cumming to the fantasy of six hands pulling me apart. Four months of tension. Something has to give.

My fingers were cramping, my thesaurus was smoking, and I kept picturing my editor sending me an email with only one word: "Seriously?" I realized: I should just end it here, gloriously, before I completely lose my mind, break my keyboard, and start writing about the wallpaper pattern instead. Speaking of losing my mind... I pulled out my notes the other day. When I started outlining this story and figuring out the twists and turns, I came up with almost 60... maybe 50-something... different plot points and outlines just to keep the momentum going. Sixty! Fifty! I lost count! That's how dedicated I was to not making this story boring. That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas!