He worked by candlelight, tapping his quill restlessly. The pressure of a deadline was proving to be too much pressure for his creativity. The hand placed on his shoulder startled him.

"Lorenzo, it's late. Come to bed."

"Ah, Maria," he sighed, "my muse. I cannot sleep. I must finish this story before the city's first printing press arrives next week."

"Yes, yes I know. Lorenzo, the great Italian smut writer. Author of the first naughty story to be printed in mass quantities. Can't you write something less... dirty?"

"Just look at what I've written so far," he offered.

In the quiet of their secluded villa only a few sounds could be heard. The soft chirp of crickets outside, the gentle murmuring of the nearby stream, and the passionate moans of the young couple.

Lorenzo and Maria had just married that day...

"Ugh, must you use our names?"

"My love, do you not want to be immortalized in print?" Lorenzo smiled, earning an eye roll from his wife.

Lorenzo and Maria had just been married that day, and their wedding night would be the first time they had been together in this way.

Still in her bridal gown, Maria sat on her husband's lap, gently rocking as he kissed her neck. His lips moved to her collarbone while he scandalously cupped her heaving breasts.

"It's not bad," Maria admitted, fanning herself subtly. She was thankful that the dim candlelight hid her blush. She was startled when Lorenzo sat up suddenly and held out the quill.

"Write it with me!" he said excitedly.

"What?! Me??" She eyed the quill with trepidation.

"Yes! I wrote a piece, now you write a piece. And we'll trade back and forth!"

"Two people taking turns writing smut? Seems like a positively ludicrous idea to me."

"Just try it," he encouraged.

Maria took the quill and sat down. She dipped it in the ink, then smiled and began to write.

Kinks: Candlelight, Consorting, Stories within stories.

Limits: Melted wax on my manuscript, Dry inkwell, Problems with ink flow.

EDIT: urg typos