The answer is obvious when you think about it - Lushies are clearly *much* dirtier than the average man and woman. I know I am :-)
I collect little ideas from all aspects of my life. After catching them, I let them swim around in a big glass bowl like the frogs in Jabba the Hutt's palace until they're big and strong. When I sit down to write, I reach in, grab the biggest, best idea and plaster it to a page (or screen) and share it with everyone else. All the other ideas sit there watching, quietly shitting themselves. However, ideas have short memories and are soon happily breeding and eating each other again... and so the cycle repeats.
I had the advantage of having three older brothers who spent a lot of time, effort and money in selectively bringing back the kinds of women who knew a lot about sex. For me, there was no mystery as to what sex was. It was normal. I was genuinely shocked by what my friends didn't know.
Last night while watching an Antonia Sainz vid.
I will forever be Kate's loyal sex slave *ahem* I mean subject. *Imagines Kate telling me to do stuff*
I love all kinds of books. I have to be strong not to buy them all and make a nest out of them. I love nosing around libraries and proper second hand book shops where you're in physical danger if you knock into the stacks of books...
I like to see faces so that you can see their reaction to whatever is going on. I tend to substitute myself into the scene when I'm watching porn.
It's still to do it in the office at work. Apparently.
Publishing is one of the few ways that you can get paid again and again for doing work once. I like it when I get paid for something I wrote five years ago, knowing that I had a choice of knuckling down to write or hitting another episode of some box set. Whether it's 'worth it' is a personal choice. Over 99% of people would be financially better off spending that time stacking shelves or any other job that comes to hand. Writing is not well paid unless you're lucky and good at it.
It is probably more difficult than ever to make money from writing erotica since the world is awash with free options and myriad paid alternatives to whatever you choose to write. That being said, the only guaranteed way to fail is not to try.
Yep. Underwear is optional as far as I'm concerned. I like the freedom sometimes.
If you mean sleeping, no.
Yep. Accidentally and on purpose.
You can totally tell when someone is really feeling it - it's like the rest of the world has ceased to exist.