Erotic Fiction

Recently I have started writing erotic fiction.  I have always wanted to get into the porn business, but the picture and video type has such a huge negative stigma attached to it.  Writing is fairly anonymous, has a lower risk threshold, and is easier to keep the wife from worrying about “fringe benefits” that the other type could involve.

Erotic fiction is porn for the brain.  You get to escape the images forced on you by movies and pictures.  Everyone can look exactly the way you want them to.  You can even substitute some faces and bodies that you know for the people in the stories.  In movies, it always seems like the camera is not really part of the action – you are always an audience to the events.  In stories, most are written first person, so most everything is happening from the personal perspective.

I saw on a message board that someone had posted a dirty story, and I didn’t see until later that I knew the email address it came from.  Out of boredom, I had read the story, and was surprised that it had captured my interest in a way I had not known for years.  I thought this was like the stories you read in porn magazines, only in ways that were believable.  I was intrigued.  I looked around some more and found that the same email address had posted other stories too.  Hooked, I went and looked up other websites that offer stories to read.  I read A LOT of them.

Not too long after that, without thinking I was doing it, I started coming up with story ideas in my mind.  To make the voices go away, I wrote down what I was thinking.  Then I couldn’t stop.  It’s like trying to dam a small stream by standing in the middle of it.  That only works for a bit.  Then it pools up and ends up finding another way out.  I couldn’t stop the story.  I had to finish the words I had started.  Once I finished the first one (and going over it a few times to fix stuff), I felt relieved.  It was out of my system.  Or so I thought.  Once I got the first one done, there were suddenly five more bursting at the seams!  Dammit!  Well, out they came.

Once the dam on the little river had finished bursting, I felt better.  I thought I was done.  Just to see if anyone else thought they were any good, I conned my wife into reading them, having her think that they were from someone else.  Surprisingly to me, she liked them.  Wow, was she ever shocked when she found they were from me.  Since then I have signed up for a site that hosts them for me so many others can read them too.  I’ve actually got good responses, and encouraged to do more.

Since I’m still new at this, I’m not really all that good, but I do think I am improving.  I have an account at Literotica.com like many other aspiring dirty authors do.  Since everything that I write is copywrited to me, I still have the “rights” to it, just like we have here at WordPress.com.

The bad part about this writing is that I can’t tell many people about it.  It’s like regular porn – only a select few people can know about it so that not everyone thinks I’m a freak.  I know one person in my family that has done some porn that contain movies.  MANY people know about it, and they all talk behind her back about how gross/funny/wrong/etc that it is.  I don’t really care!!!  I would rather not see the video(s?) with her, but I have no problems that she has done them.  But the stigma is there.  She will always be the one people talk about with “remember when she did porn?”  And I really don’t see that happening in a good way.  I just write stories.  No big deal, right?  It’s easy enough for someone to not pay attention to the author name on it.

You should really head over to http://www.literotica.com.  Your brain will thank you for it.