The Perils of Fame (Patreon)

Howdy! I come to you bearing gift! This is going to be the first of three tonight, kind of a late Christmas Carol sort of deal. This first story is a story that I had written a while back and never found the time to publish for whatever reason, so I guess you can consider this the Ghost of Fiction Past!

This analogy is already working out distressingly well in my head. You probably can't tell why if you only read this first post, but bear with me, and you'll see why it's all fitting into place. Serendipity is the mother of invention, I guess.

In this story, a writer named Lucius prepares for what he thinks is going to be a relaxing evening...only for his private time to be interrupted before he can even sit down. A visitor has a message for him, and when she uses the pen name he writes his more "blue" stories with, he knows he has to let her in and hear her out. What kind of message does she have for him? What happens next?

Probably some mind control and some fucking. But maybe not! Read the story and find out!

As always, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think about the story, and thank you so much for your support!