Speaker 1: Mmmm, Hey there, beautiful. You're tuned into erotica with Vivia Vleupta,
where your deepest desires meet the page and nothing's off limits.
Tonight's episode, why that one guy haunts your mind and
how to turn those feelings into hot, steamy romance that sells.
If there's someone who lingers in your memory long after
the moment passed, This one's for you. Whether it was
one night, one fantasy, or something you never even touched.
Let's dive into why he's still there and how to
write him into something unforgettable. So have you ever had
that one guy, the one who shouldn't be stuck in
your head but is. Maybe it was one night, one look,
one message, maybe not even a real touch, just the
heat of almost and still he lingers. Tonight, we're reaching
deep into that ghost of a man and why your
mind won't let him go. From forbidden tension and unfinished
business to chemical chaos and cosmic maybes, We're cracking open
the hood on why your body remembers what your brain
knows it should a left behind. And here's the kicker.
We're going to take all that steam and spin it
into a smoking, hot romance you can write and sell
because that ghost he's gold. Baby. You just got to
know how to shape him. Stick around for the writing
exercise at the end, where we channel that unsaid kiss,
that half kept promise into the kind of scene readers
beg for that guy, you know, the one. He wasn't
even that good maybe or you never even had him,
just a glance, a late night message, that tension thick
enough to pour over ice and sip slow. Or maybe
you had him once or twice. Did he disappear then
reappear and that was what got you stuck on the
love loop. And yet he's in your head. Why? Because
the brain, it's a drama queen. It loves a mystery.
It craves closure. When desire gets interrupted, when the moment's
forbidden or cuts short, your mind loops it like a
sexy song stuck on repeat. And if you were vulnerable
at the time, lonely open soft boom that memory sticks
like lip gloss in summer heat. Unresolved desire creates mental loops.
The more your brain didn't get closure, the more it
replays that moment, hoping to solve the riddle. Oh honey,
let's talk chemistry. When he looked at you that way,
or when you imagined what he might taste like. Your
body served you a cocktail, a shot of dopamine hmm reward,
a hit of oxytocin, Hello, bonding, and a jolt of adrenaline.
Risk me, baby. Even one kiss or one fantasy can
bind someone to your memory chemically, like super glue for
your libido. Yeah, he could be stuck on that cocktail too.
Of course, those chemicals don't just light you up. Sometimes
they leave both of you haunted, especially when nothing ever
got finished or nothing ever got started. Sometimes your body
confuses obsession with connection. That guy might not be your soul,
made just your favorite chemical cocktail. Now let's get a
little witchy sugar. Some say that guy haunts you because
you've known him before in another life. Some say he's karmic, cosmic,
a flame ewlit centuries ago. But maybe, just maybe it
ain't him at all. Maybe it's the you that never
got what you wanted. Maybe it's not him that haunts you.
Maybe it's the version of you that wants to be
wanted back, and that my love is where the story starts,
not where it ends. So what do you do when
he won't leave your damn mind. You write him out,
write the fantasy, exaggerate it to make it so damn
hot your screen fogs up. Whisper what you wish you
could say to him, Say it to yourself. Replace the
loop with a new soundtrack, literally or metaphorically. You don't
need closure, you need clarity. He was a chapter, not
the whole book. Now, sweetheart, grab that pen or open
that doc. Let's write that ghost lover out of your
system and into a story readers will devour. Now for
your writing exercise. All right, let's not just sit with
the ache. Let's alchemize it. Let's do more than just
think about him. Let's write him, shape him, spin him
into a story. That man who still lingers in your mind,
it's time to turn him into a trope. You know
the ones. The X you never quite escaped from, even
when you swore you would. The healer with hands that
lingered just a second too long, The smooth talking con
artist who made lies feel like lullabies. The proth who
challenged your mind and awakened your body. The stranger you
met once but can't stop dreaming about, the enemy who
kissed you like he hated how much he wanted you,
the protector who would kill for you but never touch you.
Tropes exist because they stick. They tap into something deep,
something raw, something real, even if it's fictional. They're patterns
of power, desire, tension, and transformation. They speak to the
soul and sizzle on the page. So tell me what
trope do you find fits your connection to him? Because
once you know that, you've got the pulse of your story,
Once you name it, you can claim it, and baby,
that's how the story begins. Was he the brooding boss,
the one that got away, the forbidden creature of the night,
the bad boy with a badge and a past, the
quiet genius who saw through you. Whatever he was to you,
use that fire and turn him into a romance archetype,
because when you do, you've got the bones of a
whole damn story. Now for the three act structure and
how to use that guy to build a steamy romance plot.
Act one, the encounter. Introduce your heroine. She's powerful, maybe wounded,
maybe wild. Then he shows up unexpectedly or maybe she
goes searching for him. Either way, it's tense. There's a history,
or an ache or a fantasy ready to burst. Make
the setup crackle with anticipate pati. Did they part badly?
Was it never finished? Is she hoping to hurt him
or have him? Act two the build up. Throw them
into a situation they can't escape, a work trip, a
magical contract, a storm, a fake dating scenario. Make them talk, fight, want, regret, touch,
almost touch. Let their chemistry burn slow, then explode. Let
her find her power again. Let him see her in
a new way or for the first time. Act three
the release or the rise. Now she chooses. Does she
walk away, does she finally kiss him like she's rewriting
the ending, or does she leave him speechless knowing he'll
never have her again. Either way, baby, she's the one
who wins because this time she owns the narrative. Now
it's your turn. Here's your writing prompt. Write a scene
where your main character sees him again, but this time
she owns the moment. Is it a fantasy, a dream,
a confrontation. Let the chemistry bubble, Let her take her
power back, whether she kisses him or slaps him, Make
her walk away knowing she's the storm, not the silence.
And if it gets steamy, well, I want to feel
the heat on the page. Who knows, maybe this story
will manifest. Wouldn't that be something if you could write
your desires into the page and watch the materialize. I
think you should give it a shot. You never know
what magic your pen might hold. Hmm. And just like that,
your muse is fed. Before we say good night, I've
got one last treat for you, a little flash of romanticy, quick, wicked,
and dripping with desire. Here's a micro fiction to stir
up your muse and maybe something else too. He stole
my spell book right out from under my silk pillow. Cocky, barefoot,
and bold as sin, grinning like he wanted to be punished.
So I chased him through midnight markets and down alleyways
that smelled like roses and danger. Every time I got close,
he vanished in a shimmer of smoke, just to make
me need him more. When I finally caught him, he
was leaning against the wall like he'd been waiting for
me hard. You're going to curse me, little witch, he whispered,
tugging my belt loose with two fingers and way too
much confidence. No, I purred, pressing him against stone. I'm
gonna bind you to my bed with silk and spells.
He growled something filthy against my throat, something about incantations
and dripping candlewax, and then slid his hand up my
thigh like he knew every room I'd etched into my skin.
We never made it back to the pillow, but the
spell book. He wasn't the only one who stole something
that night. Stealing magic's one thing, but stealing a night
like that, that's a crime worth repeating. Hmmm. Some spells
don't need a cauldron, baby, just the right kind of
tension and a man who knows how to bed for mercy.
So if someone ever steals your spellbook, maybe let them.
You might just end up stealing them right back. You've
been listening to erotica with Vivia Volupta, the place where
fantasies find their voice and stories heat up with purpose.
Keep that pen moving, keep those dreams delicious, and remember
you're not haunted, baby, You're inspired. Until next time, Stay sultry,
stay sharp, and write like you mean it. This is
Vivia Volupta, signing off with a wink and a kiss.
Stay naughty, my lovelies,