When I started writing erotic stories five years ago, it was because of a desire to add a little spice to my own marriage and surprise my husband. Our youngest child had just gone off to school and I was working from home. I loved writing, in fact my lifelong dream has been to be an author, and I figured it would be fun to pen some saucy tales for him to enjoy. It was fun – a lot of fun.
It was easier to get started than I thought, I just came up with a situation, well, more of an inkling of an idea to start with, then I got myself into the head (and body!) of the character and the story pretty much wrote itself from there.
My first story was called The Beach and is about a lady who goes on holiday to get over a relationship break up. She’s sunbathing on a tropical beach, all hot and sweaty in the sweltering sun, when she notices a rather sexy man wandering up and down the beach selling coconuts and juices. She dubs him Coconut Man and it’s lust at first sight. She can’t stop thinking about him, which leads to the need to discreetly relieve her own tension right there on the beach. She’s so smitten that the next day she takes a lone bus ride across the island and returns to the beach just so she can see him again. She falls asleep in the sun and wakes up hours later to find the beach deserted and the sun setting. But she’s not completely alone. Yep, you probably guessed it – coconut man has been keeping an eye on her and saved her from certain sunstroke by shielding her with a parasol. You can imagine what happens next. On the beach. In a boat. In coconut man’s cute little beach hut. You get the picture. Now I didn’t say these stories had to be particularly clever, just raunchy. Continue reading