I'm taking a day off to create a three hour sensual masterpiece as I float around in my kayak, laptop balancing on my (well, you can figure out what it's balancing on, afterall, I'm writing erotica...).
But I need a heroine.
Send me your life. Invented or real or a combination of both. What you do, where you live, what excites you, every sensitive and secret erogenous zone on your body, what very light touch ignites fires in your soul, how you touch yourself in the dark of the night, your wildest sexual fantasy ("oh-oh, wait, I know, I know, getting married, a house in the suburbs, three kids, missionary style for the rest of my life"...ah-hem...okay, let's think outside the box, ladies, remember this is fantasy laced with reality), anything that will create a singularly unique woman for my story.
A personal story for you.
I await your reply with a precariously balanced laptop.
But I need a heroine.
Send me your life. Invented or real or a combination of both. What you do, where you live, what excites you, every sensitive and secret erogenous zone on your body, what very light touch ignites fires in your soul, how you touch yourself in the dark of the night, your wildest sexual fantasy ("oh-oh, wait, I know, I know, getting married, a house in the suburbs, three kids, missionary style for the rest of my life"...ah-hem...okay, let's think outside the box, ladies, remember this is fantasy laced with reality), anything that will create a singularly unique woman for my story.
A personal story for you.
I await your reply with a precariously balanced laptop.
