Hungry

I am feeling needy today, dirty thoughts dancing through my mind.  My inner slut is begging to come out and play.  She is hungry, so desperately hungry for her Master.

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Reality vs Fantasy

So last week I posted a little snip of something I was working on (see: Hunted) and promptly developed writer’s block.  Go fucking figure.

I also realized I was thinking way too hard to write erotica.  I got a few books from Amazon that contained tips on writing erotica (and they came with kinky thesauruses!). I forgot one major thing, I want to write erotica and not a literary masterpiece. It’s basically brain candy… kinky brain candy.  I’m not going to put out a steaming pile of poop, but I’m also not going to break my brain trying to write it.

I got stuck on the ‘reality’ part.  Then I realized, it doesn’t matter if my character fucks her boss or her professor or a police officer for some sort of personal gain.  IT’S EROTICA. It doesn’t matter that these things might be frowned upon in real life, because it’s a fantasy!  Maybe some of us have super realistic fantasies, but I know mine are not and I am probably not alone.

When I was still living in a different city, there was this gorgeous police officer named Thor.  Yes, that was actually his name.  I won’t pretend I didn’t dream about him spanking me for speeding… and then fucking me in the back of his squad car.  Realistic? Hell no.  Did it turn me on?  YES.

Hunted

The darkness.. the silence.. the leaves rustling. I can’t stay here, such an easy target. Somewhere he is lurking… waiting.  Waiting for his prey to wander across his path, helpless and lost.  I know he is close.   No one to hear the screams, he said when we were still in the light.  

I should run.  I should… a twig snaps, a hand clasps over my mouth…

Too late, girl.  

 

Stella writes erotica?

So, the idea of writing erotica has been on my mind.  This is not a recent thing, it has been on my mind for weeks and weeks and weeks.  I enjoy reading erotica from time to time, but the issue is that I do not want to read just porn (don’t get me wrong, that’s fun sometimes too!).  I want a real plot and characters that actually develop throughout a long with plenty of sex and kink and erotic amazingness. Maybe there is a better term for this than erotica?  I don’t know.

I want to write about the things that lurk in the very darkest corners of my mind and even the things that cross deep into my hard limits and beyond what I would even consider to be on my radar.  I mean, I already have the Stella alias, so why not?  I know there is a market out there.  Sex sells, no question about it.

There are a few things holding me back.  For example, I feel that writing is a very vulnerable thing, even when it is purely fiction.  But then again, this blog is also very vulnerable.  I am going to continue to mull it over in my mind for the next few days and see if I can come up with anything.

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