I'm proud of my sexuality. It's strange. I've mastruabated to the fall of rain in a thunderstorm, or the slant of sunlight on a floor. I get turned on by rich black earth and really fertile gardens. I might be better served by describing what doesn't turn me on.
It's also dark. In my fantasy life rape is usually present. I get off on surrender. A woman who makes herself available to men, and the inability to say no. You'll find my shadows drifting through my work.
It's also sacred. Sex is one of the gods I worship most. I find every part of sex to be part of that holy whole, and my stories often go into the realm of the old gods, shadowed and glorious, powerful and primal. The sacred sexuality I seek in my own life.
I am told that my erotic stories are often too literary. I am a storyteller. I like the stories I tell to be stories with beginnings and endings and a plot arch in between.
Too erotic for literature. Too literary for erotica. Perhaps someone will enjoy the inbetween.
Location
Port Townsend WaGender
Male