Confessions of an Erotic Writer

There is a misconception that writers of erotica have incredible sex lives, with multiple partners and orgies every weekend - if not every night of the week. While I'm sure that there are some writers who live a very concupiscent lifestyle (whatever that means, my thesaurus gave it to me as a synonym for passionate), the erotica writers that I have gotten to know on-line over the past couple of years have very typical, mundane sex lives. Sure, our imaginations are revved up a notch and we might have vivid fantasies about things that we would love to do, but for various reasons we don't do them.

I am a very monogamous woman. I've slept with - screw it, this is for adults, we can use adult language - I've made love with or fucked exactly one man in my life, my handsome and virile husband. Sure, I'll admit to fantasizing about other men, but unless a situation comes up and I can't help myself, I can't imagine ever sleeping with another man. However, I can see myself going to bed with a woman. That's a completely different subject, as far as I'm concerned. Just don't ask me to explain the difference. It just is.

My loving and caring husband has even given me permission to sleep around if I want, as long as I tell him about it afterward. We have an open relationship, at least on one side, if he ever fucks another woman, snip, it's getting cut off and I'll change my nym to Maria Bobbit.

Even with his permission, I don't have the urge to sleep with another man or become some kind of slut wife. The only situation that might cause that to happen would be if I were very drunk and with my husband. Having two or three men, or a couple of men and another woman, their hands all over my body and their cocks sliding in and out of me would be too much. If my husband is right, I would probably wear all three men out. Once I get going, I really get going, but still, it's not something I would be comfortable doing.

Most of my stories have an element of exhibitionism in them. While I admit that I'm not shy about showing my body, I wouldn't call myself an exhibitionist. I don't go around wearing short skirts without panties... at least not very often. I also don't walk around braless very often. If I had smaller boobs, I probably would, but with my boobs, unless I want to have them bouncing all over the place and my nipples pushing through my tops, I have to wear a bra. Of course, I'm not saying that I never go braless, but there is a time and a place for everything.

I admit that some situations that I put my characters into would be situations that I would love to experience - no smart-ass donkey comments here, please, that story wasn't meant to be erotic - but with all of the STDs running around out there, there isn't any way in hell that I will stop being monogamous.

I've been asked if I masturbate. The answer is yes. Very often. We have four children, ranging from the age of nine all the way down to two. My husband and I don't have many chances to be alone when we're not absolutely exhausted, so I have to, for lack of a better phrase, take things into my own hands.

I have at least three orgasms a day, usually at night when my husband is taking a shower or tucking the kids in and I'm lying in bed watching novelas: you know, the Spanish language soap operas. It's weird, as my finger is furiously working on my clitoris and my body builds to orgasm, my mind can be concentrating on the novela, following the plot twists that seem to happen every few minutes. My husband doesn't believe me, but my mind doesn't need to be focused on anything sexual for me to have an orgasm.

When we do find time to make love, he can be pumping or licking away and I'll be moaning lustfully, when all of a sudden the thought will race through my mind that tomorrow is garbage day and we need to take the garbage out to the curb. I'll mention it to him, and he'll give me a weird look and slow down for a second as "the mood," whatever that is, disappears momentarily. Luckily, all it takes to get him back "in the mood" is a loud moan and a couple of dirty words, "Fuck me," usually works best, as long as I remember to say it right: "fuuuuck <heavy breath and maybe a gasp for emphasis> meeee," or for the bilingual among us, "Cogeme, cogeme, papito." Of course, complimenting him and saying something about his cock does the trick too.

As you can see, the stories that I write have no correlation to the life I live. I don't sleep around with any man I can seduce and in real life I'm not even bisexual, just a little curious. The stories come from my admittedly vivid imagination. They are the result of a little seed planted in my head about what something would be like and letting my imagination run with it, making it into something that is probably hotter and sexier than what it would be like in real life.

We all know that sex stories have nothing to do with reality. Don't we?

Besitos,
Maria G.