The writer sat at his typewriter tapping the keys but not hard enough to make an impression on the paper held taut awaiting his words.
He had an assignment due tomorrow morning for a scholarly magazine to write an erotic story. He was noted for his erotic stories especially ones those dominated and abused sexy young beautiful women. He had thought the job would be easy money.
The problem, and he had one, was that in writing for a prestigious magazine such as this, he wanted to be sure that he wrote erotica and not romance or pornography. The lines were so close and so easily blurred however that not even he knew for sure where you would cross them.
Was penis or member acceptable as erotica? That being the case did that make cock and dick pornographic? What did one write for romance? He stabbed me with his weapon of love. That only made him laugh and he had a suspicion that it would others as well.
He made a start.
The beautiful woman was prone on the bed, her lover holding himself steady above her. Bending his head, he reached down and kissed her eyelids, then her nose, before he worked his way to the succulent wonder of her mouth.
Kissing her he ravaged her mouth with his, forcing her to open to his tongue and plundering the richness of her until her lips swelled in passion and she struggled to breathe over the rising desire in her loins.