a satin assassin

[flambeau]

There's a circus on my street! In the big field that I usually cut across to go to the grocery store. Red and gold wagons and tinkly music and horses and stuff. huh. In the store, I heard It's Gonna Be Me on the radio, and then the announcer, with fine Olympic fervor, pointed out that it's Stefan Holm's favorite song to jump to. Did I say I could

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[randomblade]

*dies* "come" out new!

silly puns r us

[flambeau]

(this is me singing Come Again)

[silveryscrape]

But there's a difference between writing orgasms and reading them. You may feel blah writing them, but I assure you, they come out hot in your stories. I meant that to sound dirty. I did!

Someone I can't remember once described writing sex as slogging through the mud. This person, of course, wrote the hottest stuff and I've never forgotten that, because how sad! To not even get the rush you're writing. Except that now that I've written a few of those rushes myself, I find it's not quite the experience it once was. Yet people say the stories are hot... *shrugs* Hazard of the biz, maybe?

[flambeau]

Hee! Well, if they come out hot, I'm glad. :) I think it might be an occupational hazard, yeah. Of course I want to write things that I think are sexy, but after a while you start thinking about repetition and where are all the hands and what next... it's difficult for me, at least, to be in both headspaces at the same time, the this-is-hot one and the writing one. Clearly more work and research needs to be done. :)

[silveryscrape]

Must. Resist. Punsabouthardwork. Whew!

[giglet]

I have no issues with other people's orgasms.

Words that a slasher can live by!

[flambeau]

We do, don't we? :)