Love Plague: Science Fiction
She pulled herself out of the orgy as soon as she felt her mind begin to clear. Then the pain sank in. Her entire body ached and throbbed. Hands grabbed at her ankles. She couldn't run, but she could stomp. She felt the fanny pack around her waist, relieved that it had survived this bout. She had, she knew, eight hours of clarity, and four of them had to be for sleep--she yawned just thinking about it. She inspected her body, applied antibacterial ointment and bandages to fresh scratches and bites--the human mouth was a filthy thing, especially since the disease spread. She applied pain-numbing ointment to her nether regions, biting back a curse as tears filled her eyes.
Inspiration: "Book of the Month" by Lovage
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Strongest written as not erotic, I think, though it could be. Imagine a plague that magnifies the sexual urge several hundred times. Could happen. Or a parasite? Think of the mice drawn to cats. Some would give in, sleeping as soon as the urge stopped, continuing until they died. Interesting. Would leave those who stayed partially sane entirely uninterested in sexual chemistry or romance the rest of the time, which would drastically change human interactions.
Inspiration: "Book of the Month" by Lovage
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Strongest written as not erotic, I think, though it could be. Imagine a plague that magnifies the sexual urge several hundred times. Could happen. Or a parasite? Think of the mice drawn to cats. Some would give in, sleeping as soon as the urge stopped, continuing until they died. Interesting. Would leave those who stayed partially sane entirely uninterested in sexual chemistry or romance the rest of the time, which would drastically change human interactions.