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
Gemma
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