Ohhhh this week has been an interesting one, as I have read just who inspired my fellow Grippers.
My evolution to writing erotica came about a bit differently. It wasn't the novels that hooked me. It was the short stories. Some of which were kick-ass good, others were truly awful, and some, those special few, all I could do was sit and stare at the scream wondering what the f*** the author was thinking.
Like Ash, there were many times I thought to myself, goodness I can do better than that. Although, I never had a dog that could do better. A cat, maybe. If the birds got loose and danced on the keyboard, possibly. But nope, no talented dogs. So it was all up to me!
Then there were the authors that were so d*mn good I almost didn't try. You know the ones ... You read their stories, and they just flow so well, and you get so wrapped up in them, you're hot and aroused and don't want to take any time to do anything about it, because the story is just so good!
But the ones that truly got me going were the ones where after reading the story I had one of those moments were I could actually feel brain cells dying. Not because the writing was so bad (although the ones that started out: my name's ____________ and I have _______ sized breasts. I have a tiny waist and long legs, and my boobs just bounce when I go running - sucked!), but because I couldn't grasp how they made the mistakes they did.
For example: the location of the clit, the location of the G-spot, the prostate and women, which way legs bend, how far a human being can twist their head (we are NOT owls for crying out loud!), the location of the anus in relation to the balls/ho-ha, and oh so many other things ...
Those were the stories that drove me to seek out the good on the internet, to start a website to showcase the good, and to ultimately try my hand at writing my own stories.