openthighs_sarah
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I'm curious about this, and whether there's any kind of division along gender or age (or writing experience) lines.
My own stories, the ones I post on Lit, almost invariably are triggered by true sexual fantasies -- "true" in the sense that I experience them when I'm already feverish and aroused. There are exceptions, but in general that's how the stories take shape. The sexual aspect grabs hold of me, touches me where I'm vulnerable and unprotected; and then, later, the rest of the story starts to take shape in my mind.
Before I start writing, I play with the idea to see if it really seizes me -- both mentally and sexually, and maybe in the end it's all the same anyway. If I lie awake at night, thinking about some piece of unformed erotica even though I have to wake up in six hours; if I spend the whole night in a strange and exhausting half-sleep, alternately touching myself and being touched in my dreams; if I find myself staring blankly at a computer screen while I'm at work the next day, my mouth slightly open and my breathing shallow and ragged; then I'll probably end up writing it all down.
But sometimes... sometimes it's the words themselves, as I'm writing or imagining them, that will get me off. An odd phrase, unexpected (even to me) and visceral, even if it's describing an act that could seem prosaic to anyone who's read a lot of erotica or simply fucked a great deal, has the power to make my heart race and my thighs shake, even as I'm writing the words.
When I was writing the first story I posted on Lit, I made myself come... Wait, that's not quite right. The whole act of writing the story was like playing with myself or like actually being fucked, and it astounded me. The power seemed almost godlike, as if I was simply creating whatever I wanted (sexually) out of thin air, and making it real, giving it mass and heat and an extraoridinary sexual power.
Since then I've gotten extremely aroused while writing the stories, but I haven't been pushed over the edge like that -- until last night, when I started working on a new story that's been floating around in my mind for several days. I was writing a scene in which the main character gives a blowjob, and it just made me so fucking aroused -- picturing it in my mind, but also seeing the words on the screen -- that I had to stop writing...
So, ahem. I was just wondering how this compares to the experiences of other Lit authors. (Where's the "blush" emoticon? I never thought I would need it here...)
My own stories, the ones I post on Lit, almost invariably are triggered by true sexual fantasies -- "true" in the sense that I experience them when I'm already feverish and aroused. There are exceptions, but in general that's how the stories take shape. The sexual aspect grabs hold of me, touches me where I'm vulnerable and unprotected; and then, later, the rest of the story starts to take shape in my mind.
Before I start writing, I play with the idea to see if it really seizes me -- both mentally and sexually, and maybe in the end it's all the same anyway. If I lie awake at night, thinking about some piece of unformed erotica even though I have to wake up in six hours; if I spend the whole night in a strange and exhausting half-sleep, alternately touching myself and being touched in my dreams; if I find myself staring blankly at a computer screen while I'm at work the next day, my mouth slightly open and my breathing shallow and ragged; then I'll probably end up writing it all down.
But sometimes... sometimes it's the words themselves, as I'm writing or imagining them, that will get me off. An odd phrase, unexpected (even to me) and visceral, even if it's describing an act that could seem prosaic to anyone who's read a lot of erotica or simply fucked a great deal, has the power to make my heart race and my thighs shake, even as I'm writing the words.
When I was writing the first story I posted on Lit, I made myself come... Wait, that's not quite right. The whole act of writing the story was like playing with myself or like actually being fucked, and it astounded me. The power seemed almost godlike, as if I was simply creating whatever I wanted (sexually) out of thin air, and making it real, giving it mass and heat and an extraoridinary sexual power.
Since then I've gotten extremely aroused while writing the stories, but I haven't been pushed over the edge like that -- until last night, when I started working on a new story that's been floating around in my mind for several days. I was writing a scene in which the main character gives a blowjob, and it just made me so fucking aroused -- picturing it in my mind, but also seeing the words on the screen -- that I had to stop writing...
So, ahem. I was just wondering how this compares to the experiences of other Lit authors. (Where's the "blush" emoticon? I never thought I would need it here...)
It's just that my writing may get interrupted from time to time so I can reflect (with both hands) on a nice, well-crafted sentence or two. The (hands-free) build-up while I'm writing is what makes it necessary for me to reflect in the first place, though.
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