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

I read Arthur Hailey and Jilly Cooper and Sidney Sheldon in my formative years, all guaranteed to contain a couple good educational sex scenes ("That night, Elizabeth tried the shower head." - excellent advice from Mr Sheldon)

Then I discovered Black Lace novels, as often the only interesting books available in the WHSmiths on small railway stations or airports. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Then I ended up in a long-distance relationship with the spouse. It would be too dark on the coaches to read, but I had a notebook and I started writing up various encounters and then better versions of how encounters might have gone...
 
Arthur Hailey had a penchant for dissecting businesses in his fiction. While Airport is a great movie, the book is ten times better. The Money Changers mini-series came close to the novel. The movie Hotel didn't impress me the way that Hailey's book did. Wheels was my favorite book of his, a thinly disguised tale of the development of the Mustang. I haven't seen the mini-series, but my dad said they used the 64 1/2 mustang for the car in development. (64 1/2 or 65 1/2 not sure).
I read Arthur Hailey and Jilly Cooper and Sidney Sheldon in my formative years, all guaranteed to contain a couple good educational sex scenes ("That night, Elizabeth tried the shower head." - excellent advice from Mr Sheldon)

Then I discovered Black Lace novels, as often the only interesting books available in the WHSmiths on small railway stations or airports. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Then I ended up in a long-distance relationship with the spouse. It would be too dark on the coaches to read, but I had a notebook and I started writing up various encounters and then better versions of how encounters might have gone...
 
Stumbled on some fucked up story on some newsgroup site in the late 90s. I couldn't resist looking for more.
Yep. Been there, done that. Harem by KMB, Susan Starts, other similar stories. I kept reading them, eventually created a few of my own. I found my way here, posted what I had created, and thus is part of the legacy I will leave on the internet.
 
I can tell you the first sex scene I ever read.
John Jakes, "The Bastard". I was like 13, maybe 12, my mom saw the book while one vacation and recommended it. It was a historical fiction about the American revolution. She forgot it started out with the MMC getting deflowered in the hay loft by the servant girl.

In college I had a long distance boyfriend. And to keep the phone bill down I would write him long letters. I should have dumped him when he criticized my spelling instead of enjoying my efforts. I was obviously an amateur. But WTH. I dumped him soon enough and was single when I met the hubby.
So for 20+ years hubby has enjoyed, or pretended to enjoy my kinky side and my occasional writing.
 
Stumbled on some fucked up story on some newsgroup site in the late 90s. I couldn't resist looking for more.
And that was after her Christianizations, so imagine how nasty her stories were before. Only, to be totally truthful, her style of writing never changed.
 
When I was far too young to be looking for such things online and not closely supervised, I found an erotic story site with content fairly similar to Lit. I was bored with video porn and I could get away with reading porn easier than videos. Might have been a ripoff of Lit, I don’t know. That led me to Lit in around 2005 and I’ve been reading here since. I started writing a bit in 2021 during the pandemic. I had developed a sense of what I liked and made up plenty of stories in my head. I felt like I could do a respectable job of it, so I gave it a try. Now I’m hooked!
 
My dad had a bunch of copies of Variations magazine put out by Penthouse in the 70s and 80s. I read them all. There was a wide variety of themes and subjects, so I was well accustomed to various kinks before the internet became a thing.
Same here. Some of them were my brothers. I had a wide variety of choices having 2 older brothers and my fathers stash. But reading those got stories made me learn to edge and tease myself because i tried to read through the entire story before cumming. The pictures mixed in helped my visual stimulation as well.
 
The girl in the cell next to me used to stare longingly at me...
In truth it was more an urgent starving expression.
What really attracted me was the way she licked her eyebrows...
Now that's a talent worth noting... I thought to myself...

Cagivagurl
 
Not my inspiration to write erotica, but the moment I knew I was more of girls girl, than a girl who liked guys. It happened when I watched the sex scene between Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon a movie. They made passionate love in a 360-degree pan around, in the movie bound. Yeah, that’s for me. That's what I like, what I want. I was 13 or 14 and watched the movie while my folks were out to dinner on their anniversary. Later, when Pops found the DVD still in the machine, came the talk.

The talk no parent wants to make. And the inevitable question came from me, "Would stop loving me if I liked girls and not boys." "No, why would I?" "Cause people say its sick." "Well, people don't know everything."
 
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.)
I adored the first book, but got increasingly frustrated as the series went on.

One of the things from that book that has really stuck with me ever since is the way the characters lack senses if the author never bothers to use them. It makes me conscious, often when writing, to make sure my characters are engaging all their senses.
 
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.
I loved Histoire d'O but its sequel was a cruel smack in the face - although I see now on Wikipedia that it's uncertain whether the author was the same.
 
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