Friday, September 30, 2016

Friday Frolics: Different Inspiration?

Hello Musers and Friends of Musers!

Has September been good for you? Every month has its own ups and downs and middles, from these we live and if lucky, inspiration.

Which takes us straight to this week's musing...Does this genre, erotica, have different inspiration...what and why?

I don't think erotica has any different inspiration than other types of writing. Erotica like any other genre is storytelling. The characters are just people, searching for love and acceptance. When I write, I find inspiration in the people around me, whether I'm writing about sex or about the character just trying to get by. Not all the characters I write have sex on the pages. For the sex scenes, the characters seem to be a bit more idealized, but that's not a steadfast rule. Normal everyday people have sex. They don't all have to be supermodels like the covers of the books they are usually published in.

I completely agree with Brent's thoughts, but if you think I have a "however" there, well you know I do. With our genre I think we are also inspired by the feeling of sex...physical love, freedom, exploration. There's a safety net when writing about something you would never consider doing in your "real" life.

Writers will explore human nature. We've been known to create serial killers, abusers, selfish egos, and victims of both strength and wimpiness. I started writing erotica as a dare and, if I want to be totally honest, because it sells. The more I write the more the characters show me there is more to human nature and all the documentaries I've watched was more my curious mind looking at the humans and not the giggle-curious because it was sex.

Thank you for dropping over, we appreciate it. Have a fun weekend and hope to you see next week.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

She Wants/He Wants: The Snore


At least he’s alive and breathing…at least until I smother him with my pillow.


Good grief that’s coming from HER…how, from where…how?


MOM! DAD! There’s a monster in the house!

Monday, September 26, 2016

Mistress Musella: Sexting

It appears messaging and texting have taken the place of a good phone call. No more hearing breathe calls. No more sultry voice on the other end. No hearing a moan as one describes the peel of lace down a long leg. Hands caressing skin wishing something more.

Now we have a new word “sexting.” The taking of personal photos and sending them to another…and waiting for the reply. Waiting and worrying if we sent our naked self to the write cell phone number. Curious if we used the right filter; right pose; the perfect angle or the wrong angle.

Words from a keyboard instead of flowing from our own hands. No voice of surprise as we speak desires.

There goes the element of danger, of being caught, while walking in the office wearing nothing under one’s coat. Just send a picture and pray your exposure isn’t exposed to others.

Before, the one calling – showing up – was in control. Held all the cards. Today, that same person initiates but hands over their power to the receiver…and waits.

Sexting, sounds boring to me.