Note: I am very interested in receiving constructive comments on my stories in order that I may make them as enjoyable as possible. I especially would like to know if female readers find my writing at all arousing, and if not, how I might more effectively address this topic. Thank you. Enjoy!
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Nick brought the microphone closer to him as he sat down at his desk in the studio of EROS, a small ,sex positive internet radio station dedicated to human sexuality. Streaming their broadcast for only two hours a day made it possible for EROS to present quality sex programming not available to on air radio stations subject to FCC rules and regulations. The short air time also afforded Nick and his co-owner the opportunity to have a solid, professional format. On a shoestring budget like theirs, to fill a twenty four, or even twelve hour, time slot would be next to impossible, let alone fill it with quality content.
Whether Nick was interviewing authors of erotica, artists, members of the adult film community, curators of museums featuring sexually explicit artwork, sexual therapists or exploring other issues of a sexual nature, EROS was not bound by the rules of " over the air" stations. They could legitimately "push the envelope" in airing shows without concern of censors or of crossing the line on material that could be deemed obscene or inappropriate. Although it had been a viable internet station for only 14 months, EROS had already been widely accepted by a sizable band of underground listeners who logged on for information, advice or just plain titillation. Their slogan of "Get on and Get off" quite fairly portrayed the station management's mission statement.
Nick's appearance fit his voice like a glove. His soft, deep, velvety tones were accented by a husky strength. His thick, dark hair, slightly tousled, gave him a look of one who cared just enough about his appearance without being in the least narcissistic. His neatly trimmed mustache crowned a guileless little boy smile. Today, his dark blue turtleneck tee, tucked into well fitted jeans, hid his muscular frame. As a friend had said to him one day, mostly in jest, "My girl thinks you're a hunk, you son of a bitch."
Looking up from his desk he saw a woman approach the studio window. His smile widened and he motioned for her to enter the studio.
She was a strikingly attractive woman of medium height and she appeared to be in her very early thirties. She had a curvy build which made good use of the tight fitting white blouse and short, mauve skirt she wore. Her close cropped, feathered blond hair gave her a slightly boyish look, but any inclination toward that thought was quickly dispelled as her obviously bra-less breasts swayed under her blouse as she walked, her nipples pushing against the satiny fabric.
As she entered the studio, Nick rose from his chair and reached across the desk to grasp her hand warmly. With a broad smile he said "You must be Diane. I'm excited that you were able to join me for this segment." She sat down opposite Nick and gave him a warm smile. Her blouse gaped open just a bit as she settled in the swivel chair, her cleavage presenting a welcome opportunity for Nick's eyes.
"And you must be Nick. Thank you so much for inviting me! I don't get an opportunity quite like this very often....well, actually never," she laughed.
Keying the mic, Nick said "Listeners, welcome back to EROS, the internet station dedicated to the eroticism in all our lives. Today, we are excited to have as our special guest, Diane Entreau. I'm sure many of you recognize her as the author of one of today's best sellers Sex, Fun and Funny Sex. Not only is she a best -selling author but, let me tell you folks, she is smoking hot. And I hope I don't sound too much the chauvinist in saying that."
Diane laughed at the introduction. "Thank you, Nick. And that comment will never land you in dangerous territory with me."
"Well, Diane, welcome to the Northwest and EROS. I know you have been interviewed many times over the past few months following the tremendous public reception to your erotic novel Sex, Fun, and Funny Sex. As I explained to you when we talked earlier on the phone, this is an internet station and we therefore have a lot of latitude in our programming. Because we are able to explore areas other stations cannot, I'd like to take this opportunity today to delve into some of the more "intimate" or, shall I say, "juicy" details of the actual day to day issues and processes that go into creating a work such as your latest one.
"Something that I have always been curious about is this-in order to write erotica do you have to 'get into character', so to speak, in order to create believable sexual scenes? I can't imagine that you can go from, say, shopping at the farmer's market to writing the extremely erotic scenes that you do, without some kind of mental gymnastics. How do you approach this part of the creative process?"
Diane smiled. "Actually, Nick, this is a topic that I really haven't addressed before , so I am glad you have brought it up. I would have had a difficult time discussing this on the Today Show with Matt and Natalie- as nice as they are," she laughed.
"Tell us how you start the whole process. How do you create an idea that you feel will have some "teeth", or possibilities, of becoming a really erotic work? And, as a prelude to this whole topic but germane to it, is the basic issue of eroticism. What makes your work erotica rather than pornography?"
As Diane leaned forward to reply, her blouse opened slightly, revealing even more of her luscious cleavage. "No one knows this," she laughed ,"at least they didn't until right now. I really get my most arousing ideas while I am actually being sexual. I know that may sound odd , but that is when my muse, such as she is, speaks to me the most intently. Luckily for me, I am 'In a sexual mode' pretty much all the time" she laughed again. "I may be in the middle of showering in the morning, for example, and while soaping my breasts, a thought may come into my head when my palm brushes over my nipples. I may think 'Hmmmm, wouldn't it be hot to be at a party and have someone play with my nipples while I am carrying on a conversation with someone else as if nothing unusual was happening. ' Taking that germ of an idea, I then may incorporate something like that into a scene as I write. I don't really outline anything specific before I start writing but rather I plant in my mind a general idea of where I want the story to go and then I start writing. I never aim to write the great American novel and know that I probably never will but, rather, I want to write something that the reader will find exciting and arousing. I'll leave great literature to the real masters of the craft.
"I always write in the afternoon and I try to write for about four hours. That is about all I can take physically before I am somewhat exhausted." She leaned back in the chair and looked at Nick with her piercing blue eyes, a trace of a smile on her face.
Nick hesitated for a moment before continuing the interview. Her full breasts, presenting themselves tantalizingly under the thin blouse, coupled with her talk of nipple play, had put him off his game for a moment.
"Wait a minute, Diane. You have a smile on your face as you say that. Physically exhausted? Does it really take that large a toll on you to write for an extended period of time?"
"Nick, it does when you write the way I do." She slowly moved the index finger of her left hand back and forth across the desk top as if she were erasing a smudge on the surface. There was something terribly sexy about the movement to Nick as he watched her slender fingers.
"Okay, now you have me intrigued. What do you mean by 'the way I do'?"
"Well, I have always, and I mean always, been very sexual. I didn't start writing erotica until my first year of college. I had just turned nineteen and the freedom of college was a new experience for me. I was taking a creative writing course for my English core and one of the assignments given the class was to write a paper on something that had a large impact on our lives."
"I thought and thought about it but couldn't come up with anything that was remotely interesting. But, as luck might have it, I had had a really interesting and exciting sexual experience two weeks prior. I knew the papers were not going to be read by anyone except the professor, a woman in her late thirties. Anyway, I decided that I would write about that."
"Why did this experience stand out in your mind?" Nick asked.
"Because it was one of my earliest sexual experiences and my first lesbian experience. And, even to this day, it remains one of the hottest things I have ever been part of.
" My dorm mate was a really hot girl from the mid west. Long blond hair, tall, slim, very athletic, and, it turned out, very horny. " Diane grinned.
"Anyway, we had been rooming together for about a month and a half when, one night while we were getting ready for bed ,Sandy, my roommate, started disrobing. She always slept in the nude, which was a new concept for me as I had always worn a nightgown or pajamas. This particular night, she had taken her clothes off and was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair. Surreptitiously watching her over the top of my American History textbook, I was marveling at how her breasts were so firm. Her nipples seemed so hard and were just jutting straight out.
"As I watched, she began touching her nipples and pinching them. I noticed her hips were kind of moving back and forth a bit and then I saw that she had her eyes closed. I had never watched anyone touch themselves sexually before and I was kind of mesmerized. It seemed like only seconds before I saw her left arm move down her body. I knew she had to be touching her pussy because she spread her legs a bit."
"I don't know where I got the courage, call it recklessness maybe, but I put my book down and got up and stood behind her. When she felt my still clothed body touch her back, she didn't jump or push away but, rather, pressed back into me. My hand, almost automatically it seemed, moved around her torso and cupped her breasts. God, when my fingers touched her nipples I thought I would die it was so exciting. To feel these two hard, crinkled pieces of flesh in my fingers was like heaven.
"She brought her arms back so that her hands were clasping my thighs from the back pulling us tightly together. She laid her head back so that her cheek was near my lips. I couldn't help myself. I turned my head a bit and kissed her cheek and then her neck. She turned her head towards me so that our lips met. Oh my God, it was like a bolt of electricity went through me. I had barely kissed any guys at that point in my life and here was this gorgeous woman passionately kissing me while I caressed her erect nipples."
