Erotica turned into a footrub
Anyone started writing erotica and instead it turned into something else? I had this experience just the other week.
I've tried writing erotica before but I get too horny and distracted. Normally I write fantasy fiction. Last week I was chatting with a friend, answering some of her questions on my sex life. And I got detailed in my description and she said I might have a knack for erotica.
So I thought I'd try again to write some erotica, about an old colleague of mine who I really liked and wanted to sleep with but nothing happened. I wanted to rewrite an evening where we were hanging out so that we slept together. I started with a moment etched in memory - I remember it clearly - she was drunk and feeling really sad.
Then I thought 'I don't want to fuck her, I want to love her' and I rewrote the story with some intense dialogue as I tried to console her and when I sucked at that I offered her a footrub, which she accepted. She loved it and fell asleep, I was grinning ear to ear. Then I tucked her in, kissed her on the head and left. It was a long walk home and I felt fucking brilliant. Just to give her a footrub and know she was happy.
Anyone else felt like that? I have a list of past friends and colleagues who I've fantasised about sexually - but wouldn't it be better instead to be their friend, to have a close loving connection. For all the sexual desireI know which one I'd want any day.
Last edited by aussiebear : 02-14-2015 at 03:43 AM.