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Christine DePesan
For several years now I have been writing erotic stories for the private entertainment of my husband and friends and, of course, my own. Not only was this a welcome break from the interesting but a...mehr sehenFor several years now I have been writing erotic stories for the private entertainment of my husband and friends and, of course, my own. Not only was this a welcome break from the interesting but artistically barren task of drafting academic papers and studies, but it also reflected my frustration with the often low quality of so much erotic writing. Romance and porn both seem to me too often to degenerate into little more than alternative forms of sexual avoidance. It's not that they're formulaic, well, not just that anyway, but that they both are a form of euphemism that avoids the actual messiness of intimacy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy porn and consider myself a romantic, but what interests me is what's going on in a person's head in response to the physical cliches of life; whether it be the tall, dark, handsome stranger or the big dick that insists on coming in your face. Neither of these are intrinsically interesting, at least to me. And it doesn't get any more interesting (again, at least to me) if all you've got to tell me about it is that "she felt the melting between her legs at his deep voice" or, "she lapped it all up hungrily". This isn't even elaboration, its just repetition, mirroring. But tell me why that deep voice melts you or exactly what it is that's making you so (improbably) hungry; now it's sexy; unless, of course, you somehow manage to turn even that into a euphemism. So we read; "She spread her legs and he stared intently (maybe even 'feasted his eyes') on her firey center." And all I can think is, whatever the hell my fiery center may be, I sure as hell hope this guy is staring at my cunt! But more importantly, I hope that's how he's thinking about it; cunt, or pussy at least, or 'hot slit' , or . . . you get the picture. If he's between my legs thinking, "Ah, at last, her fiery center!" . . . , pass the lube, I'm really gonna need it! But porn talk all by itself is just as barren; objectification is only sexy when the tension still exists between the person and the object you or they want to become or you or they want to make of the other.Anyway, if you don't want characters and the messy, contradictory, chaos sex and arousal sets off in their heads, go read a romance or just watch a porn flick. Nothing wrong with either, but it isn't what I'm offering. But I hope you find plenty of sex here to enjoy and share with lovers and friends as my husband and I have.Keep one hand warm for me.weniger sehen
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