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I think it's erotica.

That new story I said was spewing forth? Well, I think it's erotica. I've tried to imagine how to vanilla it down and it's not possible. This story doesn't want to be "good girl" material. The main conflict is directly tied to sex. Of course, being me, I can't just let my heroine have indiscriminate sex with whoever happens to be handy. I want romance, too.

The thing I find most interesting about this is that I didn't think I was capable of writing erotica. My rather straight-laced upbringing has preprogrammed me to censor certain words. Although I can read them without flinching, to write them seems vulgar. This story is determined to break down those barriers!

Of course, I'll probably be too embarrassed to share this with anyone. It'll get written and quickly filed away. Kind of like how I gobble down the chocolate bar when no one is looking and bury the wrapper in the garbage.

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  1. Anonymous4:58 PM

    Erotica isn't exactly bad, as long as it's done in a tasteful manner. I'm sure you'll get over your squeemish feelings about writing it. My mom let me read some books with scenes like that in them (I got them from a friend, they had actual plots and stuff, just some erotic scenes), and it really wasn't that bad because it was written tastefully.
    But I think it is best to hide it away. One day you'll read it again and ask how you ever came up with the idea.
    Later!
    <3-
    Crystal

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  2. Moi10:15 PM

    Aww, Krista--I always knew you had it in you. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. :P

    --Andi

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  3. Krista Heiser11:36 PM

    LOL. You know, Andi, I probably will show you mine since I read the angels & demons story.

    Hey, Crystal! Long time no chat. You definitely don't get to read this. Your mom would KILL me.

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