V: today I’m welcoming fellow LSB author Emilia Mancini to the blog, where she talks about the inevitable questions asked of an erotica author.
I’m always a little hesitant to tell people I’m a published author of erotic fiction. Not because I’m embarrassed or ashamed. Actually, I’m quite proud of my work. I feel I bring class and romance together with some really hot sex in a way that isn’t cheap or slutty. Or so I like to think.
I’m hesitant because I almost always get the same question: How do you find inspiration?
Which, in itself isn’t a bad question, writers get inspired by an immeasurable amount of things—a song, a news story, watching a couple walk down the street.
It’s when the question comes with a smirk and crooked brow that it causes me to heave a sigh of disappointment in the lack of maturity of my fellow man.
Obviously there seem to be a few misinterpretations of what I do as an erotic writer, so let me try to clarify some things:
- Contrary to what I may have written in a book, I have never discreetly taken off my panties and masturbated in public for the sexual gratification of my lover.
- I don’t write while wearing leather, lace, or latex. Nor do I write in the nude.
- The only time I will ever flash my breasts or spread my legs at the doctor’s office is when it’s required for a medical examination.
- I don’t carry condoms, lube, handcuffs, or nipple clamps in my purse.
- I don’t have sex on a whim with whatever man, woman, or mythical creature may be around.
- I’m not a swinger.
- I’ve never slept with my boss (any of them).
- My neighbors are pretty safe from my overwhelming need to fornicate, even when they are swimming in the pool and their bare rippling chests are reflecting the sun.
- I don’t have an uncontrollable need to flash my voluptuous cleavage at every man (or woman) I see.
- I don’t fall into the throes of orgasm with every touch.
- I don’t have sex (oral or otherwise) in movie theaters.
- I don’t wear stilettos and a French maid outfit while vacuuming.
- When I eat, I prefer to use a plate and silverware rather than lapping up my dessert off the sweaty six-pack of a man I just met.
- I never have and never will consider semen a delicious treat or a regular part of my skin care regimen.
- I don’t wear crotchless panties on the off-chance I may meet some sex starved co-worker in an elevator.
I hate to bust all those bubbles in one swoop, but the truth is I’m actually pretty normal. I usually write in house pants and a tee. I go swimming with my bathing suit on. I cook, clean, and vacuum like everyone else; fully clothed.
I have one lover, my husband, and while we make a point to keep things interesting in the bedroom, what we do is private. I don’t write books about it.
And if I did…I wouldn’t tell you.
V again! Want more Emilia? Click the cover below to find her book, “The Rebound” at Liquid Silver Books

what? no stilettos for walking the kids to the busstop? how boring.
and contrary to what some might think, many of us who enjoy reading erotic fiction don’t do those things either. well, at least not most of them.
Okay…I might wear miniskirts and heels to pick up the kids. But that’s just because the stay-at-home dad’s are so darn cute!