Don’t you just love being warm inside, when it’s freezing out? Relaxing, reading a little erotica. Getting yourself in the mood for some fun. Forget the cold nights, lets heat things up.
As the long nights draw in I find I don’t always want to Netflix and Chill. Sometimes I want to indulge in a little me time. Reading feels like a luxury in modern life.
For me the written word is as good as porn. It’s more of a slow burn arousal but non-the less it makes me tingle reading the filth between the pages. My imagination running wild, putting myself into the heroine’s stiletto heels. Stealing the best bits to store in my personal wank bank for later.
“The Books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame”
-Oscar Wilde, The picture of dorian gray
I’ve a stack of erotica next to my bed, this is my go to pile for a simmering evenings entertainment, the perfect way to unwind. Devouring each page, filled with anticipation for the next move, the next development in the plot.
You see porn is a quick fix, nobody watches porn for the characters or plot. It’s a case of whack it on, get off, go about your day. But erotica is different. You fall in lust (and sometimes love) with a well written character. Good erotica can be thrilling and absorbing as well as exciting and arousing.
I review a fair bit of erotica and have come across some gems which have become well thumbed favourites. So much so I buy the hard copy simply because I like to own the books I love. PDF files don’t feel half as good to hold and read. For me erotica is a hobby, and one I love. You could say I’m well-read.
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