Watching the crimson clouds of the sunset decorating the sky outside my window, at long last I ask myself the question it has taken me years to consider.
What better job is there than writing...about…Sex?
Sex! In all its warm, wet lusciousness and hard, quivering pleasure.
Erotica has always been the furtive lover I held close to my curves during steamy evening tête-à-têtes but lacked the courage to embrace and caress in the brightness of day. Relegated to a dark drawer for years, my stories, all hot and bothered, waited impatiently for me to ask that question. Today…I finger my way to the back of the filing cabinet and tease out my collection of tantalizing tales, each like a ripe mango offering juicy sweetness and tart surprise, needing only a sharp knife to expose the treasure. My pen is my knife now, and the dark drawer has been conquered. I caress the pages, stroking them, tweaking them until they gasp and moan under the bold strokes of my pen. I apologize to them with my attentions.
Some years ago I told someone close to me that I wanted to write erotica. Admittedly, my choice of who to divulge this information to was not a well thought out one. The response I received went something like this…
“Really? I always thought that people who wrote erotica were sort of like people who did porn movies because they couldn’t make it acting in real movies…that if you could be a ‘real’ writer, why would you write erotica?”
Now, let me reply to that comment, if for no other reason than my own joy in having come full circle, back to the pulsing, passionate, sweaty messiness and intrigue of sex-filled tales, and knowing without a doubt that this is where I belong.
Erotica is the sublime seductress of the literary world.
Erotica has an absolute juiciness that no other genre does. There is a profound intimacy in knowing my words have the power to conjure up images that fill readers with hard, wet hungers which demand release. Just the thought of that brings a warm tingle to my nether regions! I believe the world needs more sexiness…and of course more erotica.
The world needs extra-large erotica sections in libraries and bookstores where readers fidget in their chairs. The world needs erotic book club meetings guaranteed to spice up coffee shops and living rooms. And the world definitely needs lovers reading spicy stories aloud to each other as they share that extra glass of wine after dinner, still sitting at the table…the dishes are ignored as, inspired, they create erotica of their own.
So…I offer you my erotica. My stories explore the cravings, the desires, the kinks…the pain, the pleasure and the longing. They are designed to make you gasp, squirm and wonder.
Come along for the ride…