The Truth about Erotica Writers
I write erotic fiction in several subgenres and categories; Erotic romance, short erotica, MM and MMF ménage. So I must be (or have been) promiscuous. I must've tried all sorts of things in bed, experimented with the same sex partners and threesomes, and is probably a bad influence for children.
No, that is far from the truth.
Yes, I enjoy writing about people from all walks of life being in love and experimenting in their relationships. I write about those people and their sex lives and I'm not afraid to take you into their bedroom. But those are made up characters, you know, fiction. And in most fiction I write, my ideas come from my imagination rather than experience.
I can only speak for myself, but I've come across other erotica writers who've mentioned they've been labeled as well. After answering questions about what type of books they write, they get that look. Maybe you got that look too for being an erotica writer, but it's an unfair misconception.
I am a happily married woman who has three daughters, a day/night/weekend/part-time job and I'm probably as normal as normal gets. The only exception, like other writers from all genres of fiction, I write stories that I make up in my mind. Using only creative thinking, learned skills, and the understanding of human emotion, I can create realistic characters that have real issues that can usually be aided (or worsened) by sex.
My niece recently dubbed me her role model for the hard work I put in to my crafts. She stated she looks up to me and wishes to be more like me, the dedicated, ambitious, hardworking me. Although she's eighteen (and never read my work) I inspire her. So that bit about being a bad influence is also false.
I'm not sure about other erotica writers, but most I know are just like me, normal, down to earth and proud to be a creative force to be reckoned with.
Benefits of Sharing Excerpt:
"Hi," she greeted the delivery guy.
"Hello," he said with such a deep voice, she did a double take just to be sure the sound came from the tall young man standing before her. He smiled. "Cara Matthews? These are for you."
"Thank you." Her husband was definitely the best. Already his gift had cheered her up.
The delivery guy handed her the dark purple irises in their clear glass vase. They were her favorite color and flower. "There's a note in the middle for you." He beamed.
"Oh, I already know who they're from." She smiled again, said "thank you," closed the door, and turned to go back inside. Once in the kitchen, she set the flowers down on the center of the table and smelled a few of them. A fresh, sweet floral scent filled her nostrils. Perfect. She grabbed her cocoa and quickly drank the rest of it before washing the mug and putting it back in the cabinet. Then she sat down at the kitchen table before her leather-bound diary. She glanced at the flowers and the little white note that stuck up from the purple petals. She carefully plucked it out and read it.
We talked about the benefits of "sharing," and I think it's the perfect time to do just that. You deserve a special gift for a special day, and he's outside waiting for you. Now invite Isaac in, and be sure to thoroughly thank him. Happy birthday!
Love, James.
Cara read and reread James's message. Was she reading it clearly? They had talked about what fun it would be to invite someone into their bed for a threesome. They even laughed at how it could further strengthen their marriage, but she had thought the entire conversation was just a joke, a way of entertaining themselves. She turned the card over, expecting to read, Gotcha! I cheered you up, didn't I? But no such words were there. It was blank.
Isaac?
Was James serious?
Cara immediately went back to the front door and looked through the peephole again. There he was, the delivery guy, pacing back and forth on the porch.
"This must be a joke," she mumbled and cracked the door opened. She peeked through the slit. "Isaac?"
He grinned and stared at her with light brown eyes. "You gonna invite me in?"
"Who are you?" she asked, frowning, unsure.
"I'm Isaac. James sent me."
"For what?" Cara glared, waiting for him to confirm what was written on the note.
He laughed uneasily and whispered, "To help you feel better," then winked.
Although she was a bit hesitant, Isaac looked harmless and even a little tense. She opened the door wider to get a better look at the guy.
Author Bio
The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends most of her time writing erotic romances mostly in the MM and MMF categories. She currently has two books available for the late teen readers and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print.
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