Rob_Royale
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I'm not really going anywhere with this, it's just that my writing erotica has sort of changed the, me & her dynamic a bit and after thirty years, that's unusual. Life has changed. Here are my thoughts.
I've only recently started writing erotica. I have written in the past, but mostly fan fiction or character backstories and the like. Some love poetry for the wife.
I was 90% through with my first erotica story when I got the guts to tell my wife. I'm not sure why I was so nervous, but I was.
I sat her down and said, "I'm writing again."
She said, "Cool."
"I'm writing erotic stories."
"Neat. I'm sure you'll be good at it. Enjoy."
I was a bit surprised by her calm acceptance.
Now my wife has read erotica before, but not in a very long time. The stuff Anne Rice did under a pseudonym, I recall. A few others.
I've offered to let her read my stories, but she's got zero interest, allegedly. I'm not surprised really, my work features FF sex and she's not interested in that at all.
However, things have changed. As I'm writing more romantic tales of experienced adults getting their freak on, my characters are doing nice, thoughtful things for one another as the romance/sexual tension builds. As a result of my thinking about these things, I'm also doing more of them at home for my wife. Like I'm seeing my own shortcomings as a mate, in comparison to my characters. I'm not an asshole changing his asshole ways, I'm just putting a bit more effort, into being romantic, that's all. And it's been noticed. And appreciated.
She asked me why the extra effort. So I told her the same truth I just told you. Again, calm acceptance.
Tonight she came out of the bedroom at 2 am, and said, "I need your mouth on my pussy" and she proceeded to rock my world for 45 minutes. She did or let me do all the wet-face stuff that I love. She talked dirty, she went down on me like she hadn't in years. We both came twice. It was terrific. Like we haven't gone at it in years. It could be she just needed an orgasm to help her fall back asleep, or it was in appreciation of my extra effort, or maybe, she's been reading my stories after all. Because that stuff is what I write about. All three maybe?
In any case, writing erotica has changed our lives, a bit. And I'm digging it.
Does anyone else have similar experiences or different ones?
I've only recently started writing erotica. I have written in the past, but mostly fan fiction or character backstories and the like. Some love poetry for the wife.
I was 90% through with my first erotica story when I got the guts to tell my wife. I'm not sure why I was so nervous, but I was.
I sat her down and said, "I'm writing again."
She said, "Cool."
"I'm writing erotic stories."
"Neat. I'm sure you'll be good at it. Enjoy."
I was a bit surprised by her calm acceptance.
Now my wife has read erotica before, but not in a very long time. The stuff Anne Rice did under a pseudonym, I recall. A few others.
I've offered to let her read my stories, but she's got zero interest, allegedly. I'm not surprised really, my work features FF sex and she's not interested in that at all.
However, things have changed. As I'm writing more romantic tales of experienced adults getting their freak on, my characters are doing nice, thoughtful things for one another as the romance/sexual tension builds. As a result of my thinking about these things, I'm also doing more of them at home for my wife. Like I'm seeing my own shortcomings as a mate, in comparison to my characters. I'm not an asshole changing his asshole ways, I'm just putting a bit more effort, into being romantic, that's all. And it's been noticed. And appreciated.
She asked me why the extra effort. So I told her the same truth I just told you. Again, calm acceptance.
Tonight she came out of the bedroom at 2 am, and said, "I need your mouth on my pussy" and she proceeded to rock my world for 45 minutes. She did or let me do all the wet-face stuff that I love. She talked dirty, she went down on me like she hadn't in years. We both came twice. It was terrific. Like we haven't gone at it in years. It could be she just needed an orgasm to help her fall back asleep, or it was in appreciation of my extra effort, or maybe, she's been reading my stories after all. Because that stuff is what I write about. All three maybe?
In any case, writing erotica has changed our lives, a bit. And I'm digging it.
Does anyone else have similar experiences or different ones?