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Writing erotica is not sexy.
Know why? Because writing anything isn't sexy.
You're just sitting there...
Writing.
If you're masturbating, or having a quickie break with a partner, well, that's not writing, is it? And you probably should be writing instead of trying to extract various liquids from your genitals. Right now I have a cold and my body isn't cooperating very well in the sustained blood flow to organs department, it seems.
This isn't a surprise to me. The unsexy act of writing erotica, I mean. My wing-wang taking a sick day was a bit of a surprise. I was adamant. "You're gonna come, damn it!" I said to it (not aloud) and kept at it until I had one of those muted, yet astounding in a side-glance sort of way orgasms. The only think I can think of likening it to is climaxing while tripping on acid (not while you're peaking--oh God). It was funny, that feeling of having triumphed over my own sick dick.
Sorry if I ruined any chance you might've had of getting off later now that I inserted that image into your mind. I wouldn't put it up there with Louis CK's "saddest handjob in the world" bit, but it was parking in the same megamall parking lot.
What was I talking about?
Oh, yes. That unsexy erotica writing thing.
It's just work, you know? Yes, it's work I enjoy. Holy fuck, I enjoy it. Yes, I turn myself on (otherwise why am I writing this?). But you can't write and masturbate or fuck at the same time. I know. I've tried it. You can't concentrate on either activity sufficiently and your efforts will suffer. I use release as a reward for reaching my goals for the time period (half or a third of a day, usually).
You put your ass in the chair, you put your fingers on the keyboard, and you fucking WRITE. I guess if determination turns you on, writing erotica may seem sexy, but watching it is not. You're just looking at a person banging away on a keyboard.
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You nailed it, Bryce, and hysterically so might I add. I'll confess that sometimes I do fancy a
ReplyDeletenap (Naughty Afternoon Playtime) but by the time my brain and body are in sync, I'm on to the next chapter.
I like your definition of NAP, Shelby, and thank you for commenting. Sorry I'm so late with the reply, I guess I can't read my Blogger dashboard very well. :P
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