One of the things I like most about writing is the flexibility it provides. A writer can write about absolutely anything and anybody depending on the mood they are in. We can escape the hum drum or over busy world we live in and be someone else through the tap of a keyboard or the swirl of pen. This experience is usually only achieved through reading someone else's words, and, much as I love reading, I love writing more. It is fabulous to slip inside someone else's mind and pretend to be that character for a while. I can have thoughts that aren't mine, I can do things that I have never done and it's immensely satisfying.
When I first started writing I wrote only from a woman's point of view and more often than not in the first person. I enjoy writing Erotica in the first person as it helps me to express how I feel (or would feel) in certain situations, it can be a truly intimate experience. Sometimes though the story teller in me demanded third person writing and this, more often than not, was from a woman's point of view.
Pleasing Mia changed all that for me when Scott became the one whose feelings were more substantial:
It was a Sunday morning and Scott was standing outside the main shopping precinct. He had been buying beers from a small supermarket and caught sight of her hair first before realising it was her. She was gazing without interest into a shoe shop window talking on her mobile phone. The sight of her made Scott stop in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. Mia looked amazing in black skinny fit jeans and a plain white T shirt. Her unruly golden hair was blowing gently in the warm breeze. Scott felt a familiar ache and wondered if he dared to approach her. What harm would there be in just saying hello? He couldn't be sure if Mia would be happy to see him or just embarrassed, but he decided that there was only one way to find out and strode purposefully towards her, his heart already thudding noisily beneath his navy blue T shirt.
After that I found myself being drawn to writing more stories about men's thoughts and actions though I have never mastered the art of two men as lovers. Men can generally be manipulated far more easily than women so this sexual power that women have over men is an endless source of inspiration to me. Take A Wicked Game:
“I just wasn’t expecting…” The sight of the girl had directly affected the tightness of Peter’s trousers. He hadn’t felt such a quick reaction in a long time and struggled to keep his composure.
“Do you want me to take it off sir?” Lucinda pressed.
Peter rubbed his brow then tugged at his shirt collar before answering.
“Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Lucinda slowly pulled the short, elasticated waistband down past her shapely hips, pausing when she reached her thighs to watch Peter’s reaction to the nakedness she was displaying just for him.
Peter loosened his tie. His mouth felt suddenly dry. His apprehension was rapidly disappearing.
Lucinda continued to ease the skirt down past her knees before stepping slowly out of it when it pooled on the floor at her feet. She gazed at Peter from beneath her lashes as she stood, semi-naked before him.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Take off your blouse Lucinda.” Peter breathed, trying desperately to remain in control.
One by one Lucinda flicked open the buttons to her blouse. There were four in all. Peter counted them as her breasts began to peep out from behind the flimsy material. She hadn’t bothered with a bra.
“Now what sir?” Lucinda asked him.
Peter thought hard to remember the routine he had imagined in his bed last night, but right now all he could think about was bending this girl over his desk and taking her the way she wanted, hard and fast until she screamed his name. Think man think.
Writing is such a pleasure and a wonderful means of expression and escapism. Enjoy everything you write and remember, variety is the spice of life!
'Til next Time