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You need to know that everything we did concerning sex is still too little for me. Our plays and games, as exciting as they are, still leave room for overwhelming dreams and desires. The single thought of you, gives me this sudden urge to be with you and to enjoy the sweetness of your soft skin and your exhilarating odors.

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For is the love of love itself not a confusion, A disarray of synapses, receiving tiny bolts of information That make us believe a familiarity, of sorts, can give way To a rumbling inside that can barely be contained. The intensity rises with every thought, Mouth-watering passion, so thick in the air, you can taste it. I can smell you, kiss you, taste you, breathe you, swallow you… Surely this is not merely a figment, or a chemical imbalance. The overwhelming need to bond, and retain our feet on solid ground, Makes one forget that life is more than babbling babes and blue balls It is adventure; the glance of a flame-haired beauty, across the bar A piece of silk floating in the window of the forgotten hotel room.

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I left my marriage inrefusing support from my ex-husband other than a share of the sale proceeds of the house we had bought together. I had been in the midst of writing a novel when the marriage broke up; it was a crazy time to leave. But guilt crept in as it seemed like I was taking his money under false pretenses, at the end of a marriage I no longer felt committed to. I left, but without any means of support. My post-divorce apartment, a space intended for a single person—all that I could afford—was crowded on the nights when I had custody of my two daughters.


I longed to create a comfortable second home for them, not just so that we would have more room, but also to show them that leaving a bad marriage did not condemn one to a life of penury. I had also begun a long-distance quasi-romance. He had owned a successful business for 20 years, had never married, and said he was erotic for a letter. What better challenge to a writer is that? What are words for in a relationship if not to change someone, I reasoned. And so, following the great literary tradition of Abelard and Heloise, or Henry Miller and Anais Nin, we began a fantasy full of desire and longing.

He read them. My goal was to get him on an airplane. Instead, he told me that my talent as a letter writer was a money-making opportunity that I should find a way to exploit. I needed to brainstorm something new. The idea struck me that instead of writing stories for a lot of people, perhaps I could take my talent for erotic letter writing and offer it to individual clients.

In my mind, I identified my ideal client as a woman like me: someone who wanted to woo a man. I knew that many women felt uncomfortable talking about sex, and I imagined that I could become their amanuensis.

They could talk to me, and I could translate their language for them. I imagined writing birthday presents for boyfriends, or anniversary gifts for husbands—the kinds of sexy surprises a guy might not expect from a wife who had not been raised to talk about what it was she wanted in the bedroom. I thought a lot about what I would feel comfortable writing about. Could I write about the types of sexual practices I had not engaged in myself?

It came as an enormous surprise that my first response—and every response thereafter—came from a man. In the time that I wrote private erotica for clients, I never once had a woman contact me. When I was in graduate school, I had been fascinated by the figure of the female courtesan.

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Women like Veronica Francoa courtesan in Renaissance Venice, had been among the most highly educated women of her age. She had entertained men in intellectual salons, and she had written on the role of the citizen in Republican Venice. It was her ability to manipulate words—her control of a pen—that had tarnished her reputation. Her knowledge of the world, which had come through reading and writing, opened her up to criticism for being too worldly—which was a coded way of saying that she was too promiscuous and therefore, a whore.

A woman who could write well and knew too much could not be a well-behaved, demure wife. Veronica Franco had occupied a liminal space in Venetian society.

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For me, writing about sex for money brought me to the borderline. Was I engaging in sex work?

And if I were, did it matter? I never spoke to these men on the phone or met them in person. All of my interactions with them took place through. They only knew me through a nom de plume, and they paid me through an anonymous PayPal .

They had no idea who I really was. For all I knew, the names they used to contact me with were also fake. I had established boundaries of the types of writing I would not do: no rape fantasies. Nothing that involved children.

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And, after a single inquiry that I got rid of with a one-word response, erotic that involved dogs. But I was happy to write about anything that two consenting adults were willing to do with one another. What surprised me most about my male clients is that they did not want me to write the types of rough, non-lubricated penetrative sex that dominates so much of pornography these days.

Even in many R-rated films, couples are shown engaging in a sexual letter that involves no foreplay, but always suggests that female partners are perpetually soaked and ready for their ever-tumescent lovers. But in the erotica that I was asked to write, especially by the men who had been with their wives for a of years, I wrote about the tenderness that men felt toward the flaws that so many women focus on in mirrors.

I wrote about scars, and changing bodies, soft bellies, breasts that bore the stretch marks from childbirth, and other intimate details that only a couple who had been sleeping together for a long time would know about each other. Rather than women asking me to express their sexual side to their partners, again and again, I was asked to help men break down the barriers between their emotions and the language that got in the way.

They wanted me to write down their most intimate feelings, offerings to their partners who might not otherwise hear words like these spoken by a man. One of the things I did with my clients was to encourage them to use the piece I had written for them as a fantasy for ongoing correspondence with their partners. It was my hope that once these things had been spoken, the men would continue to speak them to the women they loved.

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And the feedback was very good. Which is why he was asking me to write another one—this time a fantasy to mark the occasion of their youngest son moving out of the house and going off to college. Most of the stories were based on an intimate moment in the past that the lover wanted to have a narrative snapshot of. Since no photos were available, I was asked to write stories that used all of the senses.

In spring, I noticed that the of shades of green on the hillside exceeded my ability to name them all, and so I worked at finding ways to put sensory detail into language. Eventually, my ongoing job search paid off with a full-time faculty position. I decided it was letter to put away my persona as a writer of erotica. A erotic tenderness goes a long way in strengthening the fantasies that tie us together. Created by Grove Atlantic and Electric Literature. By Lorraine Berry. She and her partner run amberSands.

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