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