My Night With Barney
Writing Erotica
I'm not sure how
many writers write erotica. It's something I enjoy writing about. It
allows me an escape from other topics. It renews the womanspirit in me.
Or I suppose that would be the wantonspirit in me. Either way, every
once in a while I'll be in the mood to write soft sex. What can I say,
I'm hooked on writing just about anything.
In the earlier evening, when my
husband is asleep and my six year old is winding down but still playing,
I'll park myself at the computer. Coffee and all necessities available
at close hand, I'll fire up the beast and pull up a fresh document file.
I'm ready. And I'm in the mood to write erotica. My six year old is
playing fairly quietly and watching TV. So I'm home free at least for a
little while.
I begin my piece and work through
the intro and on into the "meeting" and initial gropes. I
generally remain calm while I write this stuff. It's a rare mood I get
when it actually does what it's supposed to do to any degree. Now
obviously, I have to have some tidbit of turn on to be able to write
erotica. It varies. Depends on my mood from the day, the weather, full
moon, etc. You get the picture. It also depends on whether I need my
reading glasses to work. Weird eh? No, not weird. These glasses make me
feel rather old. I've only had them a few months and don't often need
them. If I'm tired or eye-strained, I must don them to work. (Gee, it
might not be the glasses at all....ya think?)
By this time, my leading man and
woman are smooching passionately and obviously (from their respective
POV's) getting right into it. I glance at my six year old and see she's
into her program. Ok, I can hit the "climax" of my piece.
(Remember, this is soft erotica, so quit thinking pervy.)
"He buries his face in her
neck, "inhaling her scent". He kisses her softly and presses
his lips harder to hers. She moans into the kiss, her body trembling,
her senses reeling....her knees weaken and she pushes against him,
kissing him more deeply. He responds for a moment and slowly withdraws
from the kiss......looks deep into her eyes and whispers..."you are
so beautiful, love...so sensual....I love you....you love me....we're a
happy family....o O (HEY!!! WAIT A SECOND!!...)
I shake out of my reverie and see
what's on the TV my daughter is no longer paying attention to. That
purple dinosaur just kissed my leading lady. How the hell can that
happen?
He stands innocently enough
beside the youngsters he sings with, that Grand Canyon grin irritating
me to no end. I shake my head and try to get back into the mood of the
piece I'm writing. I hear the TV announce another episode of Barney
coming on. Oh joy, a marathon. How lucky is that?
My characters' interactions get
more steamy and intimate (soft erotica folks, stay focused). I let them
get on with their business in a timely way. They enjoy each other in a
little game of slap and tickle and take their time about it too. I
don’t use one naughty word. All innuendos and soft phrasing. All very
romantic and sensual. All within the bounds of decent behavior. I bring
them closer to their dreams and fantasies. I let them taste the essence
of each other in slow degrees. I build the energy between them. I see in
my mind’s eye as the man lifts the woman into his arms (after their
delicious lovemaking) and carries her to the huge canopy bed. He lays
her down gently, reverently as he asks her what she’d like to be when
she grows up.
I growl and lunge for the TV off
button....and I swear by the gods and muses Barney winked at me.
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