I used to get laid from writing erotica.
It probably seems impossible to believe now. But this was the early 2000s. There were no smartphones or dating apps. Personals sites existed, but mostly they were filled with people who were lonely and curious but not willing to actually meet someone. Nobody imagined a future where literally everyone was willing to date someone they met online.
Amazon also existed, but there wasn’t a self-publishing industry where everyone was trying to make a living writing smut. There were just a few big sites where people went to read erotica online or share their own fantasies, and most of the stuff published was over-the-top pornography that involved chance meetings turning into threesomes. Typically with older men and younger girls.
In my case, I was in my twenties a naive romantic who liked to write about great sex and falling in love. So it wasn’t surprising that I ended up with an audience of mostly women who were also young, optimistic, and a little naive.
Still, I never expected to meet anyone. I wrote primarily for myself and enjoyed the thrill of getting some kind feedback every now and then. At most I hoped for a little flirty back and forth via email or maybe on instant messenger.