The raw
desire for sex might be the very essence of eroticism. My work as a writer of
erotic romances leads me to think about the varieties of erotic experience and
the wellsprings of love. Today I'm thinking about the bare need for sex, without
the other feelings and needs that go with desire and romance.
Who doesn't
want it? Who can deny the need? Try to
suppress it, and you lose. Fail to find an outlet, and the need twists to a
perversion. Love without sex is like an
aquarium without water. You can make it work, but it's a lot harder to keep the
fish alive. No difference if you are unable to find a mate, or physically
unable to perform, or determined to give your life to other things. It's there.
It never goes away. Like it or not, it drives you.
I'm building
a new series around wanting it. The heroine has a lot going for her, but….
Sorry, I've just
started the first story of the series. I don't want to give the story away. And
I don't want to define the underlying themes too strictly. That's why we write
and read, to explore the deep desires. This time, I'm diving for the deepest.
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