What was the defining moment that led you to erotic fiction?

[theWollstonecraftWoman]

I've folded, spindled, mutilated, and murdered my first husband in many tales I've written on yellow pads over the past 26 or 27 years. But the fun is making him the cuck in every story. Even if he doesn't look like him, and is willingly cuckolded, it's still my first husband.

 

[dasgoodshit]

If not for my fondness for romance novels, I would not be able to write from the female perspective or know half the stuff I do about writing about lovemaking. That is all I will say.

I've actually learned so much about women simply from writing about them (more than I ever did from relationships with them), because it forces you to empathize with them and put yourself in their shoes. The way I write is that I get an idea for a plot, then I figure out the personalities for the characters that are needed, and once the characters are "alive," they dictate the story to me. I just type it for them.

 

[dasgoodshit]

folded, spindled,

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[theWollstonecraftWoman]

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On packages and mail in the 1960s (before I was a twinkle my daddy's eye) they printed on packages and first class letters, Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. It was the title of some old movie back in the 1970s.

 

[Fatdog25]

???

Back in the good old days of early computers, they used paper cards with holes punched in them for data input.

One of the instructions was not to "Fold, spindle or mutilate". It made the cards unreadable to the computer.

 

[lovecraft68]

When my wife was away for work and I had a great idea for a role play and kept running the build up through my head( we would start as the characters over dinner before taking it to the bedroom) and I didn't want to lose the idea or some of the lines so on a whim I opened a word doc and typed up a rough scene, then added a little more, then more then next thing I knew I took it into the sex scene and it was a rough start to finish story, maybe 5k or so.

When my wife came home a couple nights later, I read it to her, and it got her hot and bothered, and afterwards we're lying there and she says,
"So, what happens next?"
"We go to sleep?"
"No, with Mark and Allison, what happens next?"
"I don't know."
"Well I need to know, so write some more by the weekend."

Three years after that Mark and Allison would be the two man characters of my first full length novel Tales of The Circle.

 

[dasgoodshit]

When my wife was away for work and I had a great idea for a role play and kept running the build up through my head( we would start as the characters over dinner before taking it to the bedroom) and I didn't want to lose the idea or some of the lines so on a whim I opened a word doc and typed up a rough scene, then added a little more, then more then next thing I knew I took it into the sex scene and it was a rough start to finish story, maybe 5k or so.

When my wife came home a couple nights later, I read it to her, and it got her hot and bothered, and afterwards we're lying there and she says,
"So, what happens next?"
"We go to sleep?"
"No, with Mark and Allison, what happens next?"
"I don't know."
"Well I need to know, so write some more by the weekend."

Three years after that Mark and Allison would be the two man characters of my first full length novel Tales of The Circle.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I've folded, spindled, mutilated, and murdered my first husband in many tales I've written on yellow pads over the past 26 or 27 years.

You don't still have those do you? Such things are referred to as Prosecution Evidence Exhibit A, in some cases.

 

[Bramblethorn]

Being sixteen and curious and having access to a FreeBSD system with my own account, on which I could access Usenet. alt.sex.stories became a firm favourite.

Ah, that takes me back.

 

[Bramblethorn]

Are romance novels erotic fiction? With graphic accounts of sex? I've never read one because I always assumed that they were geared towards women.

Not sure I'd call them "erotic fiction" because the sex scenes generally aren't the main focus, there might only be one or two of them in a novel, but when they're there they can get pretty graphic. Some examples from my small collection:

Bertrice's fingers pressed against Violetta's sex. She felt as if she'd been parched for so long that there could be nothing but dryness. But arousal came, and with it, moisture. Bertrice rubber her thumb lightly against the lips of Violetta's se, and then, when Violetta gasped and parted her legs, slipped her hand between them. their kisses grew more frantic; Violetta's own hand went between Bertrice's legs, finding her wet, feeling her open for her. Each gasp felt precious. Each noise of encouragement made her feel as if she belonged, as if she were cared for, as if she were—

She came, arching her back, and Bertrice followed her down that path.

- Courtney Milan, "Mrs. Martin's Incomparable Adventure". Old lady who's been ripped off by her employer and left penniless in 19th-century England tries to defraud an old widow, the widow recruits her to help wreak vengeance on her Terrible Nephew, they fall in love. I think there's only the one sex scene in this one, but then it's only a novella.

LESSON ONE
Hand Job Lecture and Demonstration
Hand Job Practice
Performance Review
Missionary Intercourse Lecture and Demonstration
Missionary Intercourse Practice
Performance Review

...

One long finger slipped into her, and grateful sighs and murmurs tumbled from her lips. That was exactly what she needed. He worked a second finger in, and the stretching sensation had her head falling back. No, this was what she needed. Her heels dug into the bed as she pushed into the penetration. His fingers eased in and out, curling against her to breathtaking effect...Focusing a dark look between her legs, he traced her folds, dipped inside briefly, and began circling the part of her that wanted him most. "And this, this is your clit. It wants my mouth so bad it's bright red. Put us both out of our misery, and let me taste you. If you hate it, I'll stop."... His erection stood at attention, thick and veined, in flawless proportion to the rest of his beautiful body.

[several more pages at that level, they fuck]

Her muscles fluttered around his impalement, clamped down, and exploded yet again. With a hoarse groan, he surged into her one last time.

- Helen Hoang, "The Kiss Quotient". This one's a bit more sex-heavy because the premise is an autistic woman hiring an escort to teach her about sex, and learning that maybe sex could be something she enjoys instead of just doing to satisfy a husband.

She said, finally, "You should know I only say what's on my mind. I'm not being kind or polite. You are beautifu, and—" she ran her hand slowly and gently, over the Mind's skin "—there are so many things I'd like to do with you, if you would allow me."

Under her touch, Rice Fish contracted, and the thrumming of the room grew faster and faster.

"What kind of things?"

...

The butterfly bots around Xích Si had pushed her back, into the Mind's embrace - the slight give of the gloves' flesh on her exposed back, the sharper touch of the metal inserts, the shuddering and contracting, and the answering waves of need within her, clenching and unclenching...

"Please..."

Rice Fish laughed, or tried to, because she was moaning, too. Her flesh circled around Xích Si, pinning her wrists to the throne, and Rice Fish's bots were still stroking her - her entire vision wavering and narrowing, her body contracting to a single narrow point of pleasure - until it swept outwards through her and wrecked her and she screamed. She would have collapsed, boneless and drained - but the bots had not stopped between her legs, had not stopped inching upwards, and the pressure and the need built up again and swept through her again, wringing her like a rag, and she drew a burning breath and screamed again, wordless as the ship buckled an shuddered around her, and Rice Fish's avatar grew fainter and larger and she moaned and moaned, breath quickening, her skin becoming harder and harder under Xích Si's bots, until she convulsed too, the floor tightening under Xích Si's soles in waves - and it wasn't a scream Rice Fish let out, but something larger and more primal that made the entire room, the entire ship shake.

- Aliette de Bodard, "The Red Scholar's Wake". (Sci-fi: scavenger gets captured by space pirates and enters into an arranged marriage with their recently-widowed leader. Who is a spaceship.) Not quite as explicitly detailed as the Hoang in a describing-body-parts kind of way, but decidedly steamy.

Her breath hitched and caught whenever he touched her. She shivered and trembled when he dragged his fingertips across her skin. Her nipples were hard as... well, as hard as he was, and that was saying something. And when he finally slid his fingers down between her legs, she was so wet that he nearly spilled in his breeches like an untried boy.

...

He could feel her body pulsing around him as she brought herself to the edge, and then she began to push against him, taking him deeper, her breath coming in short gasps as she moved. ... Her body clenched around him like a fist and that was all he needed and more than he'd ever imagined. He drove into her, no longer tender but hard and fast, his entire world narrowing down to the heat of her body.

- Ursula Vernon writing as T. Kingfisher, "Paladin's Grace." Again towards the less explicit end. This scene comes near the end of the novel, and I remember Ursula posting her editor's notes along the lines of WHEN ARE THESE TWO GOING TO FUCK ALREADY? every few pages through the previous forty-odd chapters.

 

[dasgoodshit]

like an untried boy

Wow, the writing is incredible, fr fr

- Ursula Vernon writing as T. Kingfisher, "Paladin's Grace." Again towards the less explicit end. This scene comes near the end of the novel, and I remember Ursula posting her editor's notes along the lines of WHEN ARE THESE TWO GOING TO FUCK ALREADY? every few pages through the previous forty-odd chapters.

Lol. So, are you in publishing?

 

[Bramblethorn]

Wow, the writing is incredible, fr fr

Yeah, and all of those excerpts read better in their original contexts with character development and foreplay etc. Romance is a much smarter and better genre than it gets credit for, and the good stuff from that genre has a lot more in common with the character-focussed side of Literotica than a lot of people would guess.

Ursula is a treasure. She started out mostly in drawing (if you've ever seen the LOLWUT pear, that's one of hers) but focusses more on writing these days. Children's books, fantasy from YA to adult, occasionally sci-fi, and horror - haven't read any of the horror yet but I hear good things about it.

Lol. So, are you in publishing?

Technically yes, but I'm over in a very staid non-fiction branch of the industry. If any of the authors I edit are getting their readers hot and bothered, something's gone badly wrong ;-)

 

[AchtungNight]

I've actually learned so much about women simply from writing about them (more than I ever did from relationships with them), because it forces you to empathize with them and put yourself in their shoes. The way I write is that I get an idea for a plot, then I figure out the personalities for the characters that are needed, and once the characters are "alive," they dictate the story to me. I just type it for them.

Amen. I write the same way.

 

[dasgoodshit]

Amen. I write the same way.

There's an amazing non-erotic SciFi/Fantasy series by Jasper Fforde that takes this idea a few steps further. In The Eyre Affair, the first book of the Thursday Next series, you find out early on that authors there are like movie stars here, and that the characters they write about actually exist and actively put the story ideas in the author's mind. There's also a time travel element- the overall plot of the first novel is that if anything happens to the first copy of a book ever printed, then every other book on the planet changes accordingly. There's a lot more to it- Fforde incorporates anything and everything about books and grammar, etc., into his novels. (I'm not going to spoil the best, most unique idea that the book introduces, even though you find out early on, because it is too damn amazing to not find out by reading the book.)

 

[AchtungNight]

Perhaps I’ll check that out, thx.

 

[Britva415]

???

This is a spindle:
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[theWollstonecraftWoman]

You don't still have those do you? Such things are referred to as Prosecution Evidence Exhibit A, in some cases.

Never used his real name. If he has made it this far, I doubt anyone will kill him for being an ass.

 

[stickygirl]

For me, it was The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice, sometime in the late 2000s. Until that moment, I had no idea that people wrote this kind of stuff.

Puberty

I think I actually wrote erotica before ever reading it anywhere.

The Story of O was a well thumbed book I found somewhere. Even then I thought it was poorly written compared to say, Alina Reyes.

 

[sixfoot4]

Feeling horny.

 

[theWollstonecraftWoman]

Puberty

I think I actually wrote erotica before ever reading it anywhere.

The Story of O was a well thumbed book I found somewhere. Even then I thought it was poorly written compared to say, Alina Reyes.

Anna Rice, I loved her work.

 

[YDB95]

It was 1998, and I was in the process of moving out of an apartment I'd been sharing with two women. They had both already been sleeping elsewhere, but we all still had some stuff left to move out. My bedroom was tiny and I had already sold the bed I had in there (my new living arrangements came with one), so I spent a few nights sleeping on the floor of what had been my roommate's bedroom.

One morning, just as I was waking up, someone (I think it was one of my roommates' boyfriends) came in and, seeing me, immediately shut the door. All at once, I got an idea of a story about opposite-sex roommates who accidentally caught a glimpse of one another at an inappropriate moment and one thing led to another. I happened to have a slow day at work that day, so I wrote it all out and found I really enjoyed it.

I do intend to post that story here if I ever find a copy, but I'm not sure if any has survived!

 

[jsmiam]

Sneaking looks at dear penthouse

Writing came as a result of AOL cybersex. I was told I should write, and years later I eventually did. At the time I credited my “success” with just writing what I was wishing was really happening. It’s no different now.

How’s that for testosterone laden bragging (about internet sexual prowess…) Oh the irony! ;-)

 

[ZfrkS62]

Fifteen year old me not being able to verbalize the perverted thoughts in my head to my girlfriend over the phone because parental ears were never far enough away, so I wrote them out and gave them to her. Her response only encouraged my behavior. After that relationship ended (paused? it was an on again off again thing) I started chatting with my now wife over instant messenger. It snowballed. It's taken a long hiatus, but I'm trying to revive it.

 

[IvyMae]

I'm not sure there was ever a "defining moment" for me. I don't remember picking up a pen one day and going all-out, but obviously I did. I was like, 12.

 

[MillieDynamite]

Stop that. No talk of underage writing of erotica is allowed.