Hello Literotica folks, When I was in high school I began writing "dirty" stories for my friends. I don't even remember how it started. But I sure recall what a kick it was. It's actually almost embarrassing to think of how aroused I got as I created the situations that brought character after character to climax, and the things I did to relieve my "stress". Those days are far away. My life, as others see it, is pretty sedate. My husband is a nice man and our kids are close to being grown. But inside I've been feeling restless. I've been becoming more and more aware of a part of myself that wants to break through the day to day facade and reveal myself entirely. Dance naked like Isadora Duncan. Awhile ago I stumbled across some copies of those ancient stories and that old tingle returned. Although the writing was pretty bad, reading them made me want to tap into that earthy part of my imagination again. I began sitting down at the computer after my husband went to work and my kids left for school. For what seems like a very long time I banged out some pretty dumb stuff that my friends in high school probably would have loved. And, I'll admit, turned me on. But slowly I began to see possibilities beyond rubbing physicalities together. Literotica has played a large part in my erotic education. There's a lot of crap on Literotica. I'm sorry; it's true. But there are also some really great stories. And there're even lessons to be learned from bad writing. Some of the mental images that came into being because Literotica fucked my brain have made it into my stories. I'm at a place now where I feel good about what I'm doing. In my less than totally exposed way I'm being Isadora Duncan. Kisses, Amanda | 
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