So I was looking for a piece of erotica that I wrote about something that happened twenty-ish years ago. It was a story about me and a black leather jacket clad guy named Paul. My first thought was that I would post it here and heat up your Sunday. Then I read it. I haven’t read it since last year, when I submitted it to the 2007 Zanctuary writing contest.
Anyway, when I found the piece, I highlighted it to copy it… and then I started reading. It was a little hard to stop once I’d started. And then I started remembering. Oh, yeah. Then I realized it’s a little over the top to post here. I’d forgotten how hot it really was. I looked it over trying to find just a teaser bit. Nope. It’s all way too hot.
So I mentioned it to ShinyBitch. She laughed at me. She said all my sex scenes are hot. That made me wonder. Why does this scene seem hotter to me? I read it again. Again, it seemed just too hot to post.
Then I started to wonder if it was too hot because it really happened. This isn’t a scene I made up between two characters. Nor is it a scene I dreamed. It actually happened. And that has to be the answer, of course.
Writing scenes between people who don’t exist is easy. Writing what I’ve dreamed isn’t that tough. I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this piece, but I know it wasn’t when I was still seeing Paul. It was years afterward, probably when I was in college.
I was pretty solitary in those years. School consumed me. I had a lover who used to come over and we’d enjoy each other and he’d go home. There wasn’t any dating or spending time together. I guess if we had, we probably wouldn’t have liked each other. He had a busy life, a busy job working for the American Film Institute. I was busy with school. No way did I have time for a relationship. However, I would often write about past relationships.
The piece about the man in the black leather jacket is too hot for me to post. Maybe some day I can or maybe I can figure out how to post a paragraph or two. Right now, when I read it, it’s just too erotic, too memorable. It’s just way over the top. Even for me. And that does surprise me a little. I guess there is a line I can’t cross when it comes to posting personal things on this blog.
Some of you *cough* Jen, Shiny, Mary, and the Other Jen *cough* may be itching to read this little sex scene now. I don’t mind if people read it privately, but I just can’t bring myself to post it in public. It would be as if Paul and I were performing the act in front of all of you. And there, my dear friends, is the boundary that I can’t bring myself to cross.
If anyone wants to read this ancient piece of erotica, email me. winter at winterheart dot com.