A clickstory begins like any other story, with lines of text. But after perhaps a few hundred words you, the reader, are presented with a choice.
You click one from a selection of two or three options.
The story continues in the desired direction via another passage of text — at the bottom of which, more options. You pick again. On it goes, and very soon you find yourself embroiled like never before.
Because you unfurled this path.
Now, imagine if this were an erotic tale.
In ordinary erotica, desire happens to another. The reader is a voyeur. Of course, there can be pleasure in this. When we intently watch someone strive for something — or someone — a part of us strives too. But, still, however much we might identify, sympathise or empathise, there remains passivity and distance.
A clickstory helps bridges this gap. Because it repeatedly turns to you with a question.
“What now?”
Will you submit or resist? What will you allow? How far will you go?
As in life itself, the drumbeat of decision hammers significance into your nervous system. Experiences move you because they happen to a little point of subjectivity called the self. You and protagonist become likewise meaningfully aligned in the clickstory.
And, in turn, the narrative itself notices you. It remembers, moulding to those decisions. Choose to hesitate, and the story may remember your hesitation three chapters hence. As key moments play out, both reader and protagonist continue to reap what is sown.
Then, when the ending is seemingly reached, you can go back and do it all again. Or differently.
This is the clickstory: not a story told to you, but one that happens because of you.
We hope you like erotic stories. With a clickstory, you’re in one.
The site visitor is intrigued, but curious about what depravities lie in store.