I’ve been asked more than once if the things I write about in my romantica are from experiences I’ve had. Wouldn’t you like to know?!
I do believe that to be a good writer, one must write what they know, and who doesn’t know about sex – at least to some degree?
I guarantee, all my stories are fiction. They are based on things I’ve heard or read about or seen in a film, or pieced together from all of the above. They are fantasies, completely made up. Sure, there are emotions and descriptives that are taken from my own experiences, but generally my imagination wanders and a story unfolds.
One piece in my new collection of erotic short stories is about an awkward, shy guy named Floyd who sells insurance. But Floyd is a member of a private fetish club where one night a week he becomes someone else, and lives out his own fantasy in a place he feels safe to do so.
I’ve never been to a fetish club, although once I was propositioned to go with a very young, very handsome Heath Ledger look-alike dressed in chain mail after we had danced together at a party. But I have talked about fetish clubs with people who have been, I have read about them, I have researched, so I feel comfortable enough to write about the subject, or at least include it in a story.
Readers will always want to personally attach a writer to their work. They will always wonder if the writer actually did this or that. It’s one of those things you have to live with. Let people think what they want. They will anyway.
As for me, I’ll keep writing out my fantasies for you, no holds barred, no regrets. Well, maybe one; when I didn’t take up the offer to check out the fetish club with my knight in shining armour. Just for the experience, of course.