Why I Started Writing Porn
I WAS BORED!
Back when I should have been interested in reading porn, I found it just plain boring. Don’t get me wrong, I have always found a sexy body interesting. Now, I’m at the stage where I find Martin Sheen sexier than Charlie. Keep in mind, this was the era when women were just starting to break out of the shadow of male domination. It was when Cosmopolitan broke ground with its centerfold of Bert Reynolds. Neither am I dead. A great sexy story can still turn me on.
But, I digress. Why did I start writing porn?
I think the first risqué novel I ever read was Forever Amber. It was written two years before I was born. I think I found it in the basement and surreptitiously read it when I was about 10. It was the story from which I got my idea of porn…sex comes from the story and is not merely a series of sex scenes strung together. For certain, this book would be listed as “romantic fiction” today, but in its day it was borderline pornography. It was definitely something you didn’t want your 10-year-old to read.
Too many years later I was asked to read the Gorean stories. I was writing poetry at the time and a friend challenged me to write more sensual poetry. He had me read the first three books in the series. I got through the first two and half the third. I returned the books with the comment, “I can do better than that.” The challenge was thrown down, “So, do it!”
I let the challenge pass for a while. I read A. N. Roquelaure’s (AKA Anne Rice) The Sleeping Beauty Novels. Again I was disappointed. Again I was bored. After reading the first two novels, I could tell what would happen next. But if I wanted to find out how many ways I could spank someone I sure found it there.
Then I started searching the web. I was interested in bdsm. But all I kept finding was web sites by subs that were all so very similar. “I love my
master…I want my master to hurt me…I want my master to love me…I want my master to punish me.” By the time I had read the poems of sub1 and sub2 I had read all the poems of every one through sub69. There was little variety. And I was firmly convinced I was not a sub. The simplistic approach was more than I could stand. And I want a sub that has more brains to produce more variety than what I found. And porn at that time was little more than a series of sex scenes strung together. There was no story. There was little surprise. And I was BORED! Big time.
I wanted sex in a story. Yes! I wanted a story. I wanted conflict. I wanted motivation. I wanted environment. I wanted hot, steamy sex. But I couldn’t find it all in one place. So, I took up the challenge. I started writing my own porn.
When I again complained that the erotica/porn I read was all the same I got the challenge again. “If you can do better, do it! In fact, that’s an order.” Yes, at that time I was a sub. It didn’t last long. Just long enough to write a few bucolic poems and start writing a few sappy short stories. There had to be more.
That’s when I finally broke out of the patterns that had been established. I wanted sex in a story. Yes! I wanted a story. I wanted conflict. I wanted motivation. I wanted environment. I wanted hot, steamy sex. But I couldn’t find it all in one place. So, I took up the challenge. I started writing my own porn.
So now I write for two audiences. First, if a story idea turns me on I work with it. If I get turned on by it, then I “beta” test it. If it turns on my friend, then it’s almost ready for publication. And my friend is honest. If it doesn’t quite make it for him, it goes back to the drawing board for more inspiration.