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I was looking and thinking from a different perspective the other day. I know it's not so good to spend so much time in such self-critical states of mind, but sometimes it's also good to try and be as honest with yourself as you know or dare to be.
And it was like this sudden dawning, this realization that suggested I ask myself if this erotica stuff is really it. I don't think so. I mean, it's okay, until it gets to the pulling out cocks and slippery pussies and tablespoons of cum slinging out of cockheads. Then I'm looking at that and looking at myself, and thinking, that's kind of embarrassing. I get the feeling that even if I ever wrote a flawless piece of erotic prose fiction that I'd still end up feeling this way, say, a year later.
Or maybe it's just a symptom of erotica overdose?
Is this common for those who do it a lot? Just gotta back off for a bit?
And it was like this sudden dawning, this realization that suggested I ask myself if this erotica stuff is really it. I don't think so. I mean, it's okay, until it gets to the pulling out cocks and slippery pussies and tablespoons of cum slinging out of cockheads. Then I'm looking at that and looking at myself, and thinking, that's kind of embarrassing. I get the feeling that even if I ever wrote a flawless piece of erotic prose fiction that I'd still end up feeling this way, say, a year later.
Or maybe it's just a symptom of erotica overdose?
Is this common for those who do it a lot? Just gotta back off for a bit?