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Holiday Sales

This morning, I was talking to Duke Branson and he was exceptionally excited about his sales over the Easter weekend. That really got me thinking about erotica sales and holidays, in part because of my own mixed success when it comes to selling holiday stories.

When I first started writing erotic shorts, I was hoping to attract attention (and unlike in the real world, you can't attract attention as an author just by wearing a short skirt or a low cut top), and I thought that one of the easiest ways to do so would be to write stories that fit the mood of the season. So, heading into Halloween, I focused on ghosts and werewolves and vampires (see Sexy Stories to Tell in the Dark and More Sexy Stories to Tell in the Dark). For me, it just really worked to have the feel of the stories echo the world around me. But the results were decidedly mixed. Though those stories sold better during the month of October than they have at any other time, sales were nowhere near as high as I had hoped.

I repeated the experiment for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, releasing not only collections of stories that fit the holiday but also my first erotic novel, Shades of Christmas Past. The results were much the same as they had been for Halloween. But in this case, some of the stories didn't even peak during the holiday month. Ham Fisted, for example, has sold just as well since Thanksgiving as it did during the holiday (and really, is there a bad time of the year for carrot sex?). I was ultimately forced to recognize that holiday-themed stories weren't working as intended, and that in fact I might have focused on them too strongly to the detriment of my hundreds of other ideas. I decided to move away from that method, and though I wrote a story for Valentine's Day (The Money Shot, which btw I think is some of the strongest work my cover guy, Clayton Smith, has done). I let Easter pass without feeling the need to release a story for it.

All of this has only made my conversation with Duke this morning more interesting, because he seems to have benefited from the holiday without really writing stories attempting to capitalize on it. The key is, Duke's stories are perfect for capitalizing on all holidays without the need to tailor them specifically to any given one, because holidays are about coming together with family, and so are Duke's stories (though I guess Duke's are more about cumming together with family). Those who appreciate Duke's fetishes (mother-in-law, sister-in-law, stepmother, pseudo-incest in general) are naturally going to be looking for their fix whenever there's a family gathering, so it will be interesting to see if there are spikes at all the major holidays (Duke hadn't really published anything for Thanksgiving or Christmas). Particularly interesting will be tracking if there's an uptick at Mother's Day and Father's Day. I can imagine that, if mothers/stepmothers is your fantasy, spending all day (or even all week) dwelling on Mother's Day could send a man or woman running for their Kindle for release (and I'm sure stepmother/stepfather erotica make great gifts for those holidays).

Unfortunately, this information, though interesting, is not particularly useful to me from a sales' point of view. Though I appreciate the occasional pseudo-incestuous fantasy, it's not really me (though if I come up with a particularly juicy idea, I won't hesitate), and I'm not interested in selling anything that doesn't get me off in the first place. Still, it's nice to know that, though my own attempts at holiday sales weren't entirely successful, the underlying idea of certain stories being more successful during certain seasons does seem to be true. [book:Shades of Christmas

Just What the Hell are We Jacking/Jilling Off To?

Right up front, I'm not really sure how I feel about the term jilling off, but it is amusing. I'm just not sure it's sexy. I kind of prefer rubbing one out as a general term for masturbation, applicable to both sexes, but whatever works for you is fine by me. That's not really the point of this post anyway.

From talking to a number of people about sex, and of course spending too much time on google (I like to pretend that doing google searches on various fetishes and sexual scenarios is actually part of my job), it has come to my attention that, for a lot of people, the amount of porn they consume contributes to the dirtiness of the fetishes they are into. For most of them, it starts out simple, with looking at basic male-female sex videos. But over time, they need more variety to get the same buzz. In that way it's something like an addiction, and the next thing they know they're watching a girl with a pig tail butt plug shoved in her ass being spanked by men dressed as monkeys.

I'm probably in the minority having this opinion, but I think this escalation in pornography is a good thing. I find there to be something almost sad about a person sitting around watching the same basic scenes over and over again, the only thing that changes being the faces and how much cum the man covers the woman's face with. I am pro-variety, pro-fantasy, and pro-pornography, so long as it's not being detrimental to your relationship. If watching videos of elbow-deep anal fisting doesn't negatively impact your relationship, then watch away.

Though there is something inherently interesting about the way people get deeper and deeper into pornography, the more interesting question for me is whether or not erotica works the same way. Do erotica readers start out small, reading slightly dirty scenes and then escalating to stories about having sex with bigfoot (I know sometimes it seems like I have an obsession with bigfoot sex, but it's only because it never ceases to amuse me that there is a whole series of those stories available for the Kindle)? Or do we start out a little dirtier, because we seek erotica in keeping with our own fantasies in the first place, and thus we have already skipped the basic male-female sex scenes (or is romance the replacement for those instead)?

From the point of view of the writer of erotic stories, I haven't seen this escalation. Though my early stories were definitely tamer than some of my recent stuff, some of the stuff I published a few months ago was far dirtier than some of the stuff I'm publishing now. I think that's a good thing. Endless escalation would eventually ruin the creative process, because I would spend all my time trying to come up with something even more out there, and eventually I would either run out of ideas or the ideas would no longer be arousing to me.

Actually, a Picture Isn't Always Worth a Thousand Words (Part III)

The title of this post doesn't necessarily fit the content, but because it is about a subject I first started to address in a previous post, I called it this to make it easier for people to find it. Sorry if that disappoints a few of my readers.

I recently wrote about whether or not men read erotica, but I also mentioned wondering if women read erotica that is from a man's point of view. To try to answer that question, I decided to read a few stories of that ilk myself. Because I'm a loyal girl, I went ahead and stuck with my fellow MotsErotica authors for this discussion, but you can plug in whoever you like.

Most of the stories I read were by Clark Adams, our resident expert on buttfucking. His stories fall neatly into two camps, fantasy erotica and character-driven erotica. The fantasy erotica is easy to spot, because it has titles like Backdooring the Fill in the Blank or Cornholing the Fill in the Blank. These stories are very simple, and are not altogether different than porn. Reading them, I was aroused as often as not, but they had limited impact on me, and I don't think I would actually seek them out. What I found most fascinating about them was their idea of anal sex as a reward for being a nice guy. Frequently in Clark's stories, the man does something nice for the woman, so she rewards him by giving him her anal cherry. These stories also follow a general sexual pattern, where the girl struggles at first but eventually gets into it. I think that the formula is probably pretty close to the average male anal sex fantasy, and perhaps that is why it is arousing enough but not particularly exciting.

The other stories he writes, however, are their own kind of genius. The series is called I Told You So, and it makes me sad he hasn't written any since around Christmas of last year, because I find them incredibly fascinating. Here, we get a recurring character who specializes in talking women into some first time buttfucking. This basic setup could fall horribly flat, in part due to potential lack of believability, except for two very important facts. One, the narrator (these are first person stories) is absolutely captivating, almost like Holden Caulfield if Holden was a sexual deviant. Second, the girls themselves are actual characters, and their characters matter. Each of them has some sort of personality weakness, and the narrator exploits those weaknesses to get what he wants before casting them aside. Now, it's possible that I prefer this because the concept of consent in erotica is indelibly attractive to me, but I think there's more to it, especially because the narrator reveals just enough about himself for the reader to understand that he is just as broken as the women he pursues.

Now here's the strangest thing of all. I'm not completely sure that the I Told You So stories are always successful as erotica. I find the sex in some of them incredibly hot, mostly because the evocative language the narrative uses really sells the sensations of what's occurring. It is very easy to put yourself in the place of the woman being violated, and I find violation sexy. But there are times when the stories are almost too compelling to be erotic. The reader can be distracted by the characters, distracted by the search for meaning being encapsulated in a moment of dirty sex. This is especially evident in I Told You So 5, when we get our first real glimpse at the man the narrator used to be. But oddly enough, I would buy the next I Told You So the day it came out, because characters matter. Though there are occasions when the character gets in the way of the sex, the moments when he doesn't, the moments when we appreciate the brief pleasure these wayward souls wrench from each other's bodies, I'm more aroused than I am by almost any story written by a female author.

I find myself frequently hoping that the I Told You So saga finds an audience, mostly because it is something altogether different than the rest of the erotica available on the internet. It both reduces sex to its most horrific egocentricity, but it also humanizes eroticism in a way that few things do. It reminds me of one of my all-time favorite songs, World Full of Nothing by Depeche Mode. "She's lonely/And he says/It's for her only/That he lusts/She doesn't trust him/Nothing is true/But he will do/In a world full of nothing/Though it's not love/It means something."

Actually, a Picture Isn't Always Worth a Thousand Words (Part II)

I recommend you read the first part of this post if you haven't, as it sets out the basic ideas of what I'm going to be addressing here.

I've got my hands on a few stories my publisher recently released that deal with a subject that you would think would be very easy for porn to do. The stories are focused on a woman's first time trying anal sex (which I admit is a subject I don't exactly shy away from), but they are written from the man's point of view. I've had a number of discussion with friends and a few fellow writers about whether these will sell.

These discussions center around two things, whether or not men read erotica, and whether or not these stories might appeal to women. I'll deal with the second one later, but today I want to talk about the first, the question of whether or not men read erotica (keep an eye out for a later post dealing with the second question, hopefully coming soon).

The central reason many people believe men don't read erotica is because men are visual, and men have porn, so they don't need erotica. I think this idea is fundamentally flawed for many of the same reasons I think some fetishes lend themselves to words over pictures. To some extent, allowing the mind to do both the casting and the acting makes for a higher quality production. This is in part because porn isn't known for its acting, but partially because unlike most movies, porn isn't about a well written script, a well structured plot, and well realized characters. It's about sex. The problem is that even for many men, sex isn't just sex. Sex is fantasy.

We're going to go back to the stories I mentioned earlier, and talk about the differences between what the stories can do and what the films can. First and most important, a story can put you in the scenario and in the character, which makes it more real. Ultimately when you're watching porn, you are watching two other people have sex. You can imagine yourself as one of them (or both if you want to, that's fine by me), but their actions are likely to pull you out of it. If you are imaging you are the man, he isn't going to fuck her like you would, he's going to fuck her like he does. If you're a woman, she's not going to react like you would, and the transitions between positions and penetrations aren't going to come when you want them to.

In a story, on the other hand, you read and fantasize at your own pace. Your mind can wander as it will, filling in the missing pieces of the sex scene, putting yourself more fully into it. The girl can be any girl you want her to be; she doesn't have to be the platinum blond porn star from the movies. She can be the girl next door, your long-time crush, or even a coworker. Just as importantly, she can react how you want her to react. In the stories I read, the initial anal penetration is almost ritualistic. It is, in and of itself, an achievement. In porn, you can only stretch out that initial penetration so long, but in a story it can take as long as it needs to, it can last as long as it arouses you to contemplate it. And she can react how you want her to. In a porn movie, the woman might not react at all to a good old-fashioned buttfucking, and perhaps that arouses you. But for some men, and I don't know how many, I think the arousal is in the reactions, is in seeing the girl's face as she finally lets you live out your fantasy. That face can be whatever you want it to be, stoic or said, weeping or smiling. It could take you thousands of hours of watching porn to find an actress making the right face, or you might never find it, but in your mind it can always be perfect.

Now I could be completely wrong on this, but I believe that men, for all their reputation as visual people who just want to watch people fuck, are still creatures of fantasy. They still imagine themselves seducing the babysitter, or their teacher, or sweet-talking some girl at a party into letting them have their way with them.

Actually, a Picture Isn't Always Worth a Thousand Words

Let's be honest, there's a lot of poorly written erotica available on the internet. Perhaps you even think my stories fit into that category. I read a lot of those stories, partially to check out the competition, but also because I enjoy erotica, both writing it and reading it. The thing I've discovered is that a story that is right up my alley is likely to be a hit for me, just because reading about it makes me think about it, and thinking about it turns me on. So long as the writing is not so bad that I can't follow the action, I'm going to be at least a little happy.

This is a major advantage erotica has over porn. All erotica needs to do is get me thinking my own sexy thoughts, and everything will usually work itself out. Porn, on the other hand, by trying to do all the work for you puts a huge burden on itself because it runs the risk of being unarousing. When I read, I get to picture the protagonist, and I can make her as attractive or unattractive as I like. I can give her any body I want, as real or as fake as I prefer. Porn doesn't have this luxury. Each scene uses a real person, and the real person can rarely hope to actually fit the fantasy of the viewer.

For example, I recently published my first story that involves lactation. For some people this is an instant turnoff, and I respect that. For some other people it's a major turn-on, and I'd like to go ahead and direct those people to the story in question, Milking the Budget (yes, that's more shameless self-promotion; for someone who writes stories about shaming characters, I don't necessarily have a strong sense of it myself). When reading the story, there is just enough leeway to shape it to your own fantasy. The two young men can look however you want them to, or not have any look at all.

If you were casting such a movie, the potential choices for the star would be very limited. There are only so many women willing (and able) to lactate on film, and even fewer who will do it as part of an erotic film. There's no guarantee any of those women will be attractive, have nice breasts, or any of a number of other potential issues. If the fantasy is for the woman to be fit and trim, you're also limited because women breastfeeding still might have their baby weight. There are so many potential issues that erotica doesn't have.

In the story, everything is within your control. It is up to you just how much milk you imagine is expressed, whether to think about what it looks like or feels like coming out. For some people, watching an actual video of it happening might not fit their fancy, because it might not look like how they like to fantasize it looks. Because of all of this, even a well-made movie on the subject has so many ways it can go wrong, where a poorly written story, so long as it's not gibberish, can still work.

I think about this a lot because I have a few friends who believe that men don't read erotica, and I don't know if that's true. Obviously Milking the Budget is an extreme example of something that might not work so well on film, but this actually applies to almost anything. Unfortunately, I've got to get some work done today or I'll feel like a bad girl, so I'll have to pick this subject up at another time. Keep an eye out for Part II of this blog, coming soon.Milking the Budget

The Nature of Acceptance

I like to think that by its very nature, erotica is held to a lower standard when it comes to believability than other stories are. This is partially because- to me- erotica is about fantasy, and fantasy is by its very nature something that is either difficult to bring about or has unacceptable consequences. Today, I want to talk a little about believability in the context of two of my stories, Acceptance and Open Invitation.

There is no denying that the actions of the main character of Acceptance are about zero percent likely to ever occur in the real world. The chances that someone called in front of a group of people would perform the acts the protagonist does probably are too low to be measured. But as the writer, I don't have to worry about the real chances. I just have to make sure that the reason she does it is good enough for her. Specifically, I have to make sure that her reason is good enough that the reader will accept it. Thankfully, most readers recognize the stories are fantasy and are willing to go along with you provided you don't overreach too drastically.

Open Invitation presents a different issue in that where the character in Acceptance is being coerced into doing something she doesn't want to do, the character in Open Invitation is very eager. The problem here is maintaining the fantasy element while injecting the exact right amount of reality. Strangely, this has little to do with the protagonist herself. The key is her husband. It needs to be believable that his character would have no problems with his wife behaving in such a manner. And basically, there are two ways to do this. Both have to do with acceptance, the question just becomes who is doing the accepting.

One of the two options is to have the man accept that his wife wants to do this. In this scenario, though he's still turned on by the idea and enjoys it, the focus is on the wife's fantasy, not his. This is the route I went with Open Invitation, because the specific fantasy I was channeling required the husband to be providing his wife with exactly what she wanted, to the extent that he knows the right things to say and do the whole time. The other option is to have the wife accept that the husband wants her to do this, that he is turned on by it, and for her to do it for him. Honestly, this isn't a fantasy I've explored very much in my writing to this point, but thinking about it is arousing, and I suspect I will be writing a story of this type very soon.

Of course there's the third option, but it's so completely unlike the other two that it's not really something you can choose in place of those. That option is cuckolding, which I suppose at some point will deserve a blog post of its own. I haven't played around too much with this one either (though Good Fences comes right to mind as an example ,with Sliding Doors a similar theme but not the same to me), though I'm sure I will at some point. If you are into cuckolding, I must admit that I very much enjoyed Eva Benedek's story Covering the Spread.Acceptance

Introducing Ruby and the Power of Setup

When it comes to sex, some things work for me and some things don't, and I think that's true of most of the population (I'm allowing for asexual people and people who are turned on by pretty much anything). When I read erotica, I tend to have one of four reactions. It turns me off, it doesn't really work for me, it kind of works for me, and I'm pulling my husband away from whatever he's doing for a quickie.

The first of those is really rare, the second of those is fairly common, the third is fairly common, and the fourth is unfortunately not as common as my husband would like it to be. The thing about those reactions is they only have a little to do with the quality of the story I'm reading. Granted, a story being particularly well written might bump it up one notch, and a particularly poorly written story will probably fall a notch, but the subject matter is just as important as the writing.

When people think of subject matter in regards to erotica, they probably think first of the sex. I'm not going to lie, the sex matters. But people don't seem to recognize the importance of the setup. Without a good setup, even a fantastically written sex scene is only half as arousing, because we need a few moments to acclimate ourselves to the story and get an idea of what the characters should and shouldn't be willing to do (I'll cover that idea a lot more in a later blog post, because I think it's extremely important).

What does this have to do with introducing Ruby? Ruby Llewellyn is one of the new authors whose work my publisher is handling, and so they sent me a bunch of her stories to read and asked if I might mention her on this blog. Of course I was more than happy to do so. What struck me while I was reading Ruby was the power and importance of setup.

I was reading one of her stories, Sibling Rivalry, and though I enjoyed it, I realized it was only a two for me, almost a three. The problem wasn't in the sex, which I found suitably stimulating, it was in the scenario. In this day and age, where erotica is so easily accessed, people can easily find a dozen stories that fit their own predilections. For people who have even a passing interesting in sibling rivalry, this story will probably be off the charts sexy. But my sisters and I aren't very close in age, and having never competed with one of them for a boyfriend or a lover, I just couldn't really identify.

Compare this to one of her other stories, the recently released Thanksgiving Brake (available in the collection Thanks For Nuttin' with one of my own stories, if you don't mind my shameless plug). Thanksgiving Break is about a woman who, when left with no other options, had to use her body to pay for her car repair. This story really worked for me because it was so much easier to identify with. I could identify with the situation, could fetishize it. The hook was the right size and shape to catch me.

After making this realization, I went back and evaluated my own stories, trying to figure out if applying this idea helped me figure out why some of them sell better than others. I discovered that the rest of the world is probably a lot like me. Some scenarios work for us, some setups work for us, and some don't. And that's a good thing. It's good we all have different fantasies. My stories are my own way of sharing some of my own, but I'm not offended that some stories don't work for everyone. All I ask of myself is to write stories that with quality setups that work for people who share that particular fantasy.

Introducing Eva and the Belief in Happily Ever After

Some of you might have noticed that, at long last, my publisher has started unveiling other authors. As much as I enjoyed my time in the spotlight, I don't mind sharing, and since I have a neat little blog here I volunteered to introduce them. I'm going to start today with my friend Eva, because she's my friend, and because after reading her stories I realized that she gives me an opportunity to discuss two of my favorite things: climaxes and completions.

Everybody likes a good climax; our bodies and minds automatically relish a nice slow build to a stimulating peak. It is how we view what comes after that is so different from person to person. I'm a happily ever after person. No matter how dark a place my stories might venture into, I always want them to end up in the light. Even if my main character is subjected to humiliation and degradation, I want her to learn something about herself and come out a better person, a person more able and willing to enjoy their lives. I take this ideology for granted. It's in most of the fiction our society produces and consumes. We like happy endings, even when dealing with stories of dubious consent (which is my favorite Amazon product tag by the way).

When reading Eva, I somehow expected those same types of endings. But after finishing Mean Spirited I just sat and stared at the last sentence. The ending was so bleak that I didn't know what to make of it. That night, laying in bed, I thought about how it made me feel. At first, I couldn't get past the idea that the character didn't deserve what happened to her. But after I got over that initial reaction, I realized that there was something pleasingly erotic about the ending. Sure, it wasn't the happily ever after I'm used to, but really sitting down and thinking about it, there's something extremely sexy about the ending.

I don't want to ruin the story for anyone who hasn't read it, but playing around with the story's fantasy, really letting myself imagine it, was surprisingly gratifying. The very statement happily ever after implies eternity, that's what ever after is. Mean Spirited was the exact mirror image of that idea; it was as ever after as things get, and though it might not be my idea of happy, everyone is different, and for some people it isn't about happiness.

The more I thought about it, the more I recognized just how much a story is slave to its ending. If I had written the same story, I would have been forced to make a dozen different choices along the way, just to setup the ending that I would prefer. The story I would tell would not necessarily be better or worse, but it would have to be different, because to tack my ending onto that story would do a disservice to both. The little beats of the story, all the little parts of the setup, are instrumental in earning the happy ending. Just as importantly, those same beats twisted slightly earn a different ending. I admire Eva for being willing to embrace the only ending the story actually earned, even if it might make some readers uncomfortable.

I don't see myself changing the way I end my stories. I like the endings, even if it sometimes takes some serious twisting of logic and circumstance to bring those endings about. But it was fun to think about different ways to come down from the climax. I'm a proponent of trying new things, and that includes trying new authors (though I guess I don't really mind if you decide to read nothing but my stories for your own happily ever after), and I think Eva is a great change of pace if you're looking for something a little different, a little less (or depending on your point of view a little more) happily ever after.Mean Spirited

New Cow

I have a male friend, and I won't name him here because I don't want women breaking down his door to hang him, who believes very strongly in his theory of needing new cow. How it works is like this: he believes that no matter what, sex with any one partner grows old and boring, and at that point you have to move on to someone new. Being an unrepentant male chauvinist pig, he refers to the woman he moves onto as new cow. He compares it to eating at the same fast food joint daily for the rest of your life.

As obviously wrong as his theory is, there is tiniest kernel of truth at its center. Over time, sex with any one partner can tend towards growing old and boring. That is why I'm a strong believer in spicing it up, but maintaining the sweet vanilla center. I think most couples (if not all couples) would benefit from trying new things in the bedroom, and incorporating some of those things into their normal sex life. But I also think that it's important to not always incorporate those things. So, for example, sometimes it's great to use a vibrator while having sex, but I don't think you want to use it every time. That's just as stifling as having basic vanilla sex every time, and it is just as likely to get old and overly familiar. Change things up. There is no magic panacea to sex, it takes time, energy, and imagination to do it right. Don't neglect any of those things.

This is also why I encourage patience when it comes to your sex life. When things are going great, when things are really hot and heavy, it's easy to blow through scenarios and fetishes on a nightly basis. There's nothing particularly wrong with that, but remember that once you've tried something the first time, you can never try it for the first time again. Be just a little frugal with first times, spread them out and allow yourself to enjoy them. And don't mix and match them too much. If you're trying out being tied up for the first time, I would recommend avoiding piling on trying nipple clamps, or flogging, or anything else at the same time. The friend I mentioned earlier always races through each relationship the same way, treating it as a conquest instead of an exploration, and then finds that once he has conquered he's not satisfied.

Take your time, and you may find that you enjoy "same cow."

The Joy of Sexual Inhibition

I'm here to tell you something a little strange and perhaps unpopular with some people, but sexual inhibition is actually a good thing. Granted, as an erotica writer, it's doubly good for me, but I believe that it is good for all people. Here's why.

To a large extent, each person's sexual journey is learning to work through their inhibitions, to explore their sexuality, and I'm hugely in favor of that. This blog post is not supposed to encourage people to remain overly inhibited. What I want people to recognize is that inhibition fulfills a very valuable role in our sex lives, and moving to a completely uninhibited society would have unforeseen consequences.

In my opinion, without inhibitions, we wouldn't have fantasies, or at least we'd have a lot fewer of them. I'm willing to guess that most people, men and women, don't fantasize about good old vanilla sex, the type most of them are having. Fantasy is our safe zone, our place to explore aspects of our sexuality that we aren't yet comfortable with, or that we might never be comfortable with. That's a good thing. Human beings need taboos, need lines they cannot cross so that they can imagine crossing them. If we lost all of our current inhibitions, we would need to create new ones to transgress. Eventually we would be left with nothing but blatantly illegal and unethical acts to fantasize about.

The second reason inhibitions are good for us is that actions have consequences where fantasies don't. There is nothing wrong with me fantasizing about pretty much anything, but making some of those fantasies real could be disastrous to myself and to my relationships. Let's take an imaginary woman in an imaginary happy marriage. She fantasizes about having sex with other men. No one is hurt by that fantasy. Were she completely uninhibited, she would just do it. I don't honestly see any way she could do that without affecting her happy marriage. Perhaps for these imaginary people it would work out just fine, but in the real world there are always repercussions to things like this. Real people have real emotions, and they will have real responses to such activity.

And of course, the reason inhibitions are good for me as an erotica writer is that they give me something to write about and you, the reader, something to read about. Simply put, many of us enjoy reading and writing about things that could never happen or things we would never do. It's why BDSM stories don't need to be written by or for people actually living that lifestyle. If you're living it, you don't need to read about it. As a writer, I am free to take the parts I like and leave the parts I don't, and as a reader you are free to do the same.

Ready for some mental experimentation now? Ever wanted to cheat on your husband while he watched? Try out one of my stories like Sliding Doors and enjoy the freedom inherent in your imagination. Sliding Doors