She fucked. He fucked. They fucked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
Has it lost its charm yet?
On the principal of some is good more has to be better, I thought as an emerging erotic author I thought my goal was to write about sex. Nameless, faceless, sex. I was prepared and wasn’t complaining. Then my editor pointed out that more important than sex was story.
What makes the couple’s relationship special? What challenges do they face? Why is she attracted to him? What tears them apart? What brings them together? This is my focus.
In my erotic stories, I write about the empowerment of women. What strengths does she have? What weaknesses? What lessons does she learn? What lessons does she fail to learn?