openthighs_sarah
Literotica Guru
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- Feb 8, 2003
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Since I've been writing (and reading) erotica, I've noticed that I have a more critical eye when I read erotic or quasi-erotic passages in "real" books and stories. A lot of the time I end up thinking, "Wow, he really fucked that one up, didn't he?" (I swear a lot when I think, and I ask myself many rhetorical questions.)
There are many exceptions, and there are writers whose style alone adds sensuality to their stories, regardless of the content. But I've started to wonder if, perhaps, these so-called "real" writers stick with writing their tedious bestsellers and Pulitzer Prize-winning trash only because they don't have the sack to write good smut. For free.
Could John Grisham craft a towering and insightful exegesis on the use of anal plugs and spanking in girl-girl sex? (No.)
Could Susan Sontag write a believable and exciting anal rape fantasy involving elves? (Almost certainly not.)
Could David Foster Wallace write anything at all that was short enough to make you want to finish reading it?
(Is it obvious that I haven't read much fiction lately?)
Rather, I like to think that we are at the vanguard of an important literary movement. Or maybe the rearguard. Either way, we are skilled in ways that these lesser mortals could not possibly comprehend. Oh, sure, they have their millions in royalties, their slavishly devoted fan bases, their personal stalkers, their television appearances, their wonderful romantic relationships, their secret immortality potions, and their awe-inspiring "Precious Moments" collections.
But we -- we the contributing writers at Literotica.com -- have something they will never and could never have.
We have Hanns Schmidt.
There are many exceptions, and there are writers whose style alone adds sensuality to their stories, regardless of the content. But I've started to wonder if, perhaps, these so-called "real" writers stick with writing their tedious bestsellers and Pulitzer Prize-winning trash only because they don't have the sack to write good smut. For free.
Could John Grisham craft a towering and insightful exegesis on the use of anal plugs and spanking in girl-girl sex? (No.)
Could Susan Sontag write a believable and exciting anal rape fantasy involving elves? (Almost certainly not.)
Could David Foster Wallace write anything at all that was short enough to make you want to finish reading it?
(Is it obvious that I haven't read much fiction lately?)
Rather, I like to think that we are at the vanguard of an important literary movement. Or maybe the rearguard. Either way, we are skilled in ways that these lesser mortals could not possibly comprehend. Oh, sure, they have their millions in royalties, their slavishly devoted fan bases, their personal stalkers, their television appearances, their wonderful romantic relationships, their secret immortality potions, and their awe-inspiring "Precious Moments" collections.
But we -- we the contributing writers at Literotica.com -- have something they will never and could never have.
We have Hanns Schmidt.
