"So, you are a porn author," the female voice stated simply.
Sundar jumped out of his skin. He had been writing erotica for his next post on literotica. He should not have tried that in a public place like an airplane. But he thought if he kept the font small, no one would have noticed.
He looked up from his writing. The woman who had plumped herself in the aisle seat was a woman who was probably his own age, in her late forties. The seat between them had no occupant.
"Er, no. Erotica," explained Sundar. "I am sorry if I offended you," he said lamely.
"No, I am not offended but I found your story very curious," she said.
"Anyway, what you call erotica is probably what the rest of us call porn?" she quizzed him.
"No. Porn is crude. Erotica is very arousing and inoffensive," said Sundar not knowing of any academic or profound explanation to offer.
"Okay. That is a point of view," she said, sounding reasonable. "But why? Why do you write it?"
"Because it arouses me," said Sundar.
"Well, you could read someone else's erotica. Or just watch porn. That would arouse you too," she asked.
"Yes, but my stories arouse me more than those written by others," he explained.
"Why?" she persisted.
"Well, the situations I describe are plausible. In fact, they are based on real episodes that I see happening around me," said Sundar.
He looked at her a little more closely, glancing at her chest for he was really, a breast man. She had large breasts, heavy as would be with her age group. But the rest of her seemed quite trim.
"So this young maid is really someone who works in your house?" asked the woman.
"Did you really read my story fully?" he asked in wonderment.
"Yes," she said indicating the seat behind him. "From where I was sitting, through the gap between the seats I saw every word appear as you wrote it."
Clearly, the font had not been small enough. He thought of his own reading glasses and this woman's superb eyesight was a fair contrast. She had indeed, every detail of the story he had just finished typing on this long flight.
"Well, yes she is," admitted Sundar.
"And you have such designs on such a young girl, just over 19 years?" asked the woman.
"No, not really. Just that it would not be too difficult or improbable for that situation to develop," he explained.
"Do you want it to develop?" she asked.
"No," he said simply. "It would be too complex. Much better and harmless to empty out my mind into the story and get rid of the thought."
"So what do you get out of writing this? Does someone pay you for your erotica?" she asked.
