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What Makes Me Hot

With the sincerest apologies to all of my twitter and blogging friends who write erotica, I don’t like it. It almost always leaves me flat. Now of course there is the occasional exception but in general I find reading erotica to be similar to reading an academic text. No that’s not exactly true, I am kind of fond of academic texts.  But if you write erotica don’t be offended. I think it is me. I have tried to read some of the fiction that is the staple of the BDSM scene and I just get bored. I forced myself to (Warning Blasphemy ahead) read The Story of O, and I barely made it through the first “Beauty” book and even the Marketplace series barely kept my attention.

Now as a qualifier I have to tell you that I am a voracious reader. All kinds of reading material will keep my attention, so what is it about erotica that bores me. I have thought about it carefully and I just don’t know but I just don’t feel it. It usually reminds me of the Tumblr style porn I see every day, all style and no substance. When I read about a sexual situation I want to feel like I am or could be there. I mean that’s the point, right?

Of course it may also be that I judge it against the single hottest 500 words I have EVER read. In late 2008 I had stumbled across one of the most amazing bloggers completely by accident. I had been following @Mollena at The Perverted Negress for a couple of months and was beyond impressed, when I stumbled across FUCKED (Under 500). In her words “Trying out this new thing, seeing if I can pull off telling an (in)decent fucktale in under 500 words. Whaddya think?”

“Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. If you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.” I could hardly breathe as his belt, looped once around my throat buckle cutting into my shoulder pulled tight under my back tail gripped firmly in his hand growing tighter incrementally slowly becoming the focus of my attention as I focused on not moving which was hard. It was hard because his full weight was on me and when he wasn’t threatening me with effulgent glistening stepping-razor violence he was biting me really hard and it isn’t all that easy to focus on not moving about when someone is biting you.

Now I am not gonna give it all to you (I am fanning myself) you are just going have to check it out yourself.

But this is the part that really makes me hard,

I could see and I knew in that moment that yes, he could if he wanted to he could finish me and this moment and I would not struggle at all and this moved me so deeply I started to cry.

That is HOT!! But it is not just that it crawls inside my head and makes me want that moment. The whole essay transports me to the room, to the moment, I smell the sweat and the sex, I can taste the fear and desire. That is how to write a story that makes me hot.

Tags: Erotica, Hot, Mollena