The_Enchantress is special beyond words.
Her love for writing and willingnes to make the sacrifices it takes
to give just a little bit of yourself away with each word on the page is inspiring.
Luv and kisses and hugs for my girl.
She is often overcome by the passion in the music, strips off her clothes and dances naked in the living room.
The neighbors always enjoy the show.
I personally feel that there is a big difference between erotica and porn. Everyone that throws explicit descriptions of sex into a story is not writing erotica. To write a story that is highlighted and actually improved by the presence of detailed sex within it is an art form unto itself. Not everyone can do it well. When the story is just sex, it's not a story at all. It is a scene.
For example:
The guy with a utility belt knocks at the door. A scantly clothed woman answers. Bad music starts playing in the background and they just go at it full speed. Then, when the cum shot is over with, so is the story.
That's porn.
Erotica introduces you to Steve, who happens to do repairs and is a single parent of three precocious little girls. He is frustrated, overworked and under paid. He loves being a father, but he misses the feel of being in a woman's arms desperately. And Susan, she can't just call the plumber because she can't afford one. Her husband left her because she was barren, after five years of marriage. She bought a book at Barnes and Nobles. The book was supposed to make minor plumbing repairs easy. Well, she made it worse. She found Steve's advertisement in the Penny Pincher community paper. He's handsome and muscular, but not in that weight lifter kind of weird way. But, Susan immediately releases that thought. No man would want a woman that can never give him a child.
Steve thinks that Susan looks like a woman that should have a husband, one that should be protected. She's exasperated and flustered. He finds it amusing. After three or four visits, he appreciates the way she loves to wear summer dresses, how they cling to the curve of her thighs sometimes. How when she bends over he gets a hint of the fullness of her breasts. He has her come close so he can explain what he's doing. He loves the smell of her. She loves the feeling of him near and misses their conversations when he is gone. He reads books. Susan loves books.
Soon, Susan is finding things for Steve to do, knowing that she can hardly afford it. He does just a little bit more than he has to because he sincerely likes her. One day he actually touches her and the feel of skin meeting skin sends signals through their bodies that cannot be denied. The request for a date is awkward and borderline ridiculous. Still she says yes.
After dinner at a family owned restaurant, he kisses her at the door. She turns to unlock the door and it is stuck--again. He comes close behind her, his body pressing into the back of hers. She feels him, still excited from the kiss, against her. Steve turns the key just right and nudges the door in a way that pushes her forward just a little. He places his hand around her waist to steady her. She feels him smell her hair and then smooth it off her shoulder. He gently lowers the thin strap of her dress to kiss the spot that it once occupied. She moves herself into the firmness of his body, and releases herself. With her head back, Steve has even more access to her neck. Neither wants this to end.
With his other hand he pushes the door open and as one they move together. When he turns her around in his arms, he asks, "Are you ready for this?" She can only manage to shake her head yes like a child. But, she is no child. She is a woman. And him, he is a man. Tonight they need each other. He follows her up to her bedroom, a room he has never entered before. They...(explicit, exhausting, sex is detailed here from years of pent up sexual frustration). There is no need for corny music to put you in the mood for the action.
That's the difference between erotica and porn. Which would you like to read?
And, ? Come on. That's just a small portion of erotica. Sex is not . Getting it in the butt? Maybe. Getting it in the butt by a tranny? Now we are talking about entering the " " market. I stress the word entering because it can get a lot kinkier than that. And, even then it takes a skilled writer to bring it together with taste and style.
I mostly write IR and it is generally erotic.
TIAGF...
A wonderful set of parents that love me and each other deeply, a beautiful son that worships me (for the time being), a man that loves, supports and takes care of me fully and friends that (for some reasons I don't know) some how think I'm interesting and special. And, for my MBM. I have everything a woman can ask for. My cup runneth over.
Secretly has a collection of floppy discs he refuses to discard.
Oh my Gawd girl, you look so beautiful in the morning light. And that hair...fabulous.
(okay, I know it's a lie but I'd like to hear it anyway)
This is no average take over by this black girl!
~ABG
Empty by choice
Fueled by truths
Thank you all for the wonderful welcome.
Her friendship would be appreciated.
I've been thinking about how you really don't know a person until you've decided you no longer wish to know them.
Just walk away. You've been replaced.
Why not, if it give them pride.
Does the month you were born in really affect your personality?
Here, where the river flows.
Today I'm grateful for that feeling I get when I look up
and see a strong wind dance in the trees. When it lowers itself
to catch in my hair,
it reminds me that I too am loved.
My ability to smile, inspite of things sometimes.
I hope I never get that permanently bitter look on my face that I see on so many women.
It was a shattering epiphany.
Kyle, I love you with all of my being.
A friend had this in a poem that they wrote. I love it.
"If you're so insecure
that a word makes you quake,
another word won't cure you.
Change your mind,
not your name.
Change your life,
not your clothes."
