After the 4th session of the Erotic Writers Workshop, we were so hot and horny we could hardly wait for the other writers to get the hell out of the workshop.
We had not seen each other for a week as we had taken the weekend off, so to speak, and skipped a session of our torrid tantric love affair because we both had commitments to look after. I wasn't certain I would make it to the fourth session, in mid-week, either, but I got it together enough by Wednesday afternoon to decide to go. And I was glad I did.
The energy in the workshop that night was a little more intense the previous three sessions. A couple of people had dropped out and one was missing in action, which made it more intimate for those who remained. Our workshop presenter talked for awhile about slash fiction, humour in erotica, and erotica in other genres, including sci fi and fantasy as well as romance and mainstream literature.
We wrote for twenty minutes on topics inspired by little slips of paper selected at random from a Buddhist bowl. Mine said "exhibitionism/masturbation". We were invited to stretch, to write about things we had never experienced, and I took inspiration from the discussion preceding the exercise, too, so I wound up writing something that suprised even me. It was a funny piece of slash fiction featuring Star Trek characters in a strange orgy with the captain of the Starship Enterprise doing a strip-tease on the big screen in front of the deck and flirting outrageously with Spock.
It made everybody laugh, especially the workshop leader. When I caught her eye, during that workshop, I mouthed the words "I love you" to her, as well as "You are so hot" and "I want to make love to you".
After the workshop, the other writers all wanted to talk to her and beg her to start another erotic writers workshop as soon as the first one ended, or to have a Part Two, with more writing and longer readings as well as more homework. Maybe an erotic novel or at least a full length short story should be the entrance requirement for the next series of workshops, they said.
One of the women in the group followed me outside, when I stepped out to get some of the hot, June, night air, and look at the stars for a few minutes. She asked me if I was married, dating, committed, single, in a relationship, or looking for someone. She told me she was divorced and had a few kids who were all gifted angels. I told her I was in a long term loving relationship that seemed like a never-ending honeymoon, but I didn't say I was having a torrid tantric love affair with our erotic writing workshop leader.