Back in the days when the Writer's Bug bit me, online publishing was still a great distance in the future. To write for publication meant only one thing, to write for the print media. I wanted to write serious nonfiction. I wanted to write articles on science, auto mechanics, electricity, electronics, photography, etc. I wanted to have those articles published in mainstream publications but breaking into those markets was almost impossible for an unknown writer with no published clips. I bought Writer's Market, I sent out queries; I submitted articles on speculation, with no success. Editors answered my queries asking for clips. My over the transom manuscripts came back with polite rejection slips. Then, one day, a friend suggested that I write about sex and sexual fantasies for all the "Real Letter" magazines that were just starting to pop up all over the place. I did and I sold four out every five submissions. Back then erotica was the easiest genre for a new writer to break into. That was over thirty-five years ago. I haven't written erotica for money in over thirty years now. Today I write in my chosen genres for both online publishers as well as for print publications. Today I write erotica simply because I enjoy writing it.

Today I also write erotica because it's a way for me to express my feelings about the way society perceives human sexuality. I have always felt that what ever gives two or people pleasure and causes no one harm is good for them and should be no ones business except their own. Many years ago, a very wise college professor told us during a Psych 101 lecture that no one can legislate human sexuality and that no one should have the right to try.

I would love to hear how you started writing erotica and why you write erotica today. Post your answers here, or, if it's too personal for everyone to read, send me a direct message and I'll respond in like manner.

Formatting text in bold serves no real purpose in fiction. The success of a short story depends on the author's ability to write effective description. The success of a short story depends on a writer's ability to create believable action. The success of a short story depends on a writer's ability to write life like dialog. Putting lackluster description, weak action scenes, and stilted dialog in bold doesn't make it sparkle. Bold, underlining, Italics, etc have their place but it's in the nonfiction genres, not in fiction. As a professional freelance writer specializing in the technical genres, I use them all but I forget that those formatting options are even options when I write fiction. When writing fiction let your words and sentence structure do the story telling. When you're tempted to click on BOLD, ask yourself this question, "What did writers do before the word processor when all they had was a typewriter? Did they backspace type over the same word a dozen times to give their words emphasis or did they depend on their skill as a wordsmith to choose the right words and then use them in a way that gave them power?

The sexual escapades that you are about to read about all started some fifty years ago. In The Beginning happened in the summer of 1960, seven years after that infamous kiss between Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr on the beach in From Here to Eternity, the kiss that raised eyebrows all around the world. It was 1960, for most people sex was something that was still hid away behind closed...

Added 13 Apr 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 33 | Avg Score 4.68 | Views 49,565 | 4 Comments

Don, for those of you who haven't yet read my earlier journal entries, Don is my father. As a child, he was something of a Boy Edison and had acquired his first pattern by the age of sixteen. He had two more by the time he graduated from high school. He's never invented anything that changed the world, like Edison's light bulb or phonograph, but they did earn him a sizable income. Like Edison,...

Added 01 Apr 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.56 | Views 10,687 | 2 Comments

The morning after Don's confession, I woke up to the sound of Louise's cell phone. The blood red LED readout on our bedside alarm clock glared 4 am. Louise and I had pulled another one of our marathon fuckathons and it seemed like we had just gone to sleep. Louise was talking very softly into the phone and I could barely make out her words except for, "I'll be right in. Start prepping him."...

Added 30 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 25 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 13,299 | 2 Comments

The Christmas and New Year Holidays are always a busy time for us, especially the first few days after Christmas. They have always been a happy time for us too, still the Christmas and New Years Holidays of 2008/2009 were especially busy and especially happy ones for all of us because of Louise and me becoming a couple. Louise and I spent the first night home in her bedroom, which adjoined...

Added 29 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 36 | Avg Score 4.53 | Views 16,988 | 1 Comment

It happened on Christmas Eve 2008. I had my first sexual encounter with an older woman, my Aunt Louise. That encounter encouraged me to start this journal. Aunt Louise was my mother's little sister and one of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen. At thirty-something, she had a face and body that most teenage girls would have killed for and she loved to flaunt it. No matter what the...

Added 26 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.55 | Views 17,335 | 4 Comments

Author's Note: This chapter of Mothers and Sons is dedicated to a very special Lush Stories friend. A friend who can get me hard with a single "look." She'll know who she is when she reads this. Hi, my name is Rose and I'm madly in lust with my son Tommy. We became lovers over the long Fourth of July weekend five years ago but that's not the story that I want to share with you today. The...

Added 09 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.27 | Views 12,492 | 5 Comments

As we lay there on our pillows, Cindy started telling me how it had all started for her and Billy………. For Billy and me, it all started when a Rattler spooked my horse and I took a bad spill. I'm an experienced rodeo rider and know how to fall when thrown but I was taken off guard and landed wrong, very wrong, and wrenched my back. By nightfall, I was still in so much pain that Billy insisted...

Added 08 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 13 | Avg Score 4.69 | Views 27,835 | 3 Comments

I was still having a hard time believing that Roger and I had actually had sex in the balcony of the Movie Theater. Most of those kids making out up there knew Roger from school. They knew that I was actually his mother but they had accepted us as one of them the first time we joined them up there in the balcony. At least they had as soon as they saw us kissing like we were a dating...

Added 07 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.35 | Views 29,394 | 5 Comments

Several of my closest girlfriends had confessed to me over the years that they were having sex with their sons. I never judged them for that or thought less of them as friends. They told me that Roger and I were going to become lovers too when he got a little older, but I didn't believe them at the time. When it did happen, I decided to start this journal. My girlfriends thought that...

Added 05 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 56 | Avg Score 4.77 | Views 39,372 | 7 Comments

Hi, my name is Caroline but everyone calls me Carol. I'm Seventeen years old but most people take me for being in my twenties. Like most country girls, I matured early for my age. When I was thirteen I could easily pass for eighteen or nineteen. I have the kind of face and figure that most girls would kill for but I still couldn't get laid. The simple truth is that until I attended my...

Added 04 Mar 2010 | Category Incest | Votes 15 | Avg Score 4.13 | Views 19,907 | 3 Comments