We may be just a few days early before the day of unrequited love (sorry if that hit too close to home for some people) and I say let’s celebrate early with a celebration in written form of all things passion.
Where did the true writers go? Not the hobbyists who have just watched too much porn and think telling me how “hard id zests my cock in your wet wet puzzy” is somehow literature? Not the amateurs who have gotten a few hits on literotica…
I’m talking erotica with worlds so fully realized with a bevy of detail so rich, I could walk it blind and still find my way back to bed…. wording and vocabulary so eloquent and refined that it’s as if an Oxford professor was texting me. I want an expert of the written arts that knows their way around passion, around storytelling…. around the beauty of the naked body.
Of course I realize how unbelievably pretentious I must sound by all of this but to all you Dave’s who go by ‘David’ that will call me out for my request: turn NPR back on… this isn’t for you. I want a true wielder of the written tool. I want to be seduced again like I once was and share in the passion I once had for making erotic scenarios into reality. I want to stay up all evening long, bare naked under my covers, drenched in my own sweat with nothing but a glass of expensive merlot to offer relief…. as I read your masterpiece.
So if interested, please pass along a detailed, an eloquent and most of all an impressive introduction. Tell me why YOU are in fact this writer of my darkest dreams. One word messages and “hey baby” & “snap?” Will be blocked, you are warned. A game only….
Fucking bring it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lio1g5/25f_seeking_master_of_erotica_for_early_valentine