Whenever I Write A Story...

It doesn't matter what the theme, the client, or the publication; when I write an erotic story I get aroused. Not merely aroused, but that restless sex hunger that demands to be fed.

Since hubby isn't always available, and men are not always able to rebound so quickly, this means I'll have to masturbate.

It's safe to say that writing a story will have me masturbating no less than three times. It may be more than that, but three is the minimum. And you can could ask my husband about this (if I were to give you his contact info) and he'd confirm it. He knows I become as randy as a bitch in heat when I write. Mostly I think he enjoys my writing, supports my career, simply for such side effects. *wink* Like today when he called to check in from another business trip...

"What have you been up to, love?" he asks.

"I just finished a story--"

"Oh, man, I'm sorry I missed that," is his lament. "I'll be home this weekend, will you be working on another one then?"

I don't know if other authors do this or not; I've never asked. (It's not exactly the sort of thing one discusses in writing groups and workshops *wink*) A few times I've mentioned this to clients and they always seem intrigued. So I thought I'd share some of my horny writing process with you.

When I create a story, I want to make it rich enough in details to become vivid in the reader's mind. This means I have to concentrate not just on characters, personalities and settings, but on sights, sounds, smells, touches... I don't just want to write a game of Twister, with "Right Hand, Cock" and "Left Breast, Mouth". Not only is that boring, but such tangles rarely last long or end well. (Who wants an elbow in the nose?) So I concentrate on what it feels like to have a cock in hand, a tit in the mouth -- and from both sides too. What does the hand do and feel? How does the cock feel and respond? What exactly is the mouth doing to that breast? How does it react -- and how do those reactions make the mouth feel? Focusing on such details, considering the options and selecting 'the right ones', makes me become aroused. It's my hand, my breast...

Given the intimate nature of all these details, it seems only natural to me that I would often masturbate while writing. I try not to because I want my arousal to help define the story, to shape its creation, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I won't turn my phone lines on at this time as I feel another scene or story would affect the flow of the first and that only confuses things, but sometimes I will stop and masturbate before I return to finish writing the story.

When I do get to the end of a story, with or without having pleasured myself, I typically allow myself a 'victory come' in celebration of a job well done. Now I'm completely free to relive the dirty deeds of my characters.

Once the story is written, it is sent off to either the client, the editor, or the publisher. This presents another set of opportunities for my self-congratulations. *wink*

Like any author submitting a work, I eagerly await feedback. Will it be liked? Is it good enough?

In the case of editors and publishers I'm better able to distance myself from the work. This is business and less personal. I'm competing with others for attention -- both in terms of writing, and the fact that an editor isn't likely to be as moved by each of the 117 (or more) stories as he or she could be if reading just one each week or so. Even a voracious reader with a huge sexual appetite would find the task of reading and evaluating 'the best' of such a huge amount of reading placing a damper on the old libido.

Because I don't imagine an editor of an anthology sitting back and gettin' off to a stack of submissions, I am less emotionally invested in what should happen next. (At least until the rejection/acceptance letter arrives -- and possibly again, when payment is received!) Stories written for individual clients, however, are an entirely different matter.

Once that story is sent off, I hunger for a response. Has he received it? Opened it? Has he read it yet, or been waiting all day for the perfect private moment to read it? My clit twitches in anticipation of knowing...

When he does read it, does he savor it -- or is the first time too exciting and he eagerly rushes through to his own climax, regardless of the story's created arc? Does he read it at his computer, leaning back and stroking himself in the glow of the monitor? Or does he print it on paper, and, with shaking hands, carry it to a more comfortable place to enjoy it? My cunt pulls with wonder...

When he's finished (and just at what point did he finish?!), does he think of contacting me? Or is he just relaxed and contented, a soft satisfied smile upon his lips? I want to know.

That may make this sex worker sound like a needy girlfriend, but in truth a desire to know that I've moved him is a sign that I care -- and care is good in this (or any other) business. I also want to know for another reason...

If I orgasmed, and he orgasmed, then why not bask in a little afterglow together... Or better yet, discuss the hot dirty sex we've each just had and get off again!

Usually I have no idea of most of these details. Sure, I'll hear how much they liked the story; but I don't get all those little details I crave... Rarely do stories result in 'instant calls' in which we get off on telling each other how we got off. (Maybe I need to encourage that -- but then, that's what this post is doing, yes? *wink*)

So, again, I'll masturbate as I let my imagination create the details of my client enjoying his story. And you'd think that would be the end of it, right?

Nope.

Now I wonder if and when he'll read it again... If he's printed it, where does he put it? Does it sit there, out in the open, begging for another read? Or maybe he puts it a special place... Folding the sheets precisely in thirds, and tucking it in away in a pocket, inside a book in that nightstand drawer (you know, the one with the cuffs and the lube), or his briefcase... When will he pull it out again?

Again, these thoughts can often bring me to masturbate. The idea of moving one to arousal and satisfaction is a wonderful and powerful one -- godlike, I suppose. It may sound vain, but I'm being honest here. There's little greater joy than knowing you can make another happy, and when that happiness involves orgasm? Yikes! Repeated orgasms? Well, call me Spartacus -- for I have led you here, sir.

At any one of these masturbation points along the way I'll also have allowed my flowing pussy juices to get my creative juices going and create additional chapters or sequels. By now I've fallen in lust, if not love, with the characters and situations, so it's only natural that I would begin to fantasize what the next step, date or meeting might be... Prompting me to write another story. And the whole process continues again.

So when my husband says, "I'll be home this weekend, will you be working on another one then?" the answer has to be, "What do you think, babe?"