Erotica: The Art of Seduction

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In my opinion, erotica is all about the language of the game.

It’s like a smooth and suave man (or woman) spitting the best game. The goal is to seduce you in hopes of getting you in bed sometime soon.

At least that is what my goal is when I write. 

I try to be suave with the words that I choose.  Even when I am being vulgar and focused on the sexual acts, in the back of my mind I am working hard to choose the right words that will get you turned on and stimulated. 

With that being said, I do not write for anyone to masturbate to my books (but if you feel the urge, please, do not let me stop you). 

I write erotica because I want to give you the best mind fuck in the world.  I want to seduce your mind and keep you coming back for more.  I guess you can call me a literally player.

I want to lay the best game on you. I want you all hot and bothered and unable to say no…to buying my books of course.

I like to give you a taste of what you are missing and watch you beg me for more.

Some people accuse me of thinking that the difference between erotica, porn and romance is flowery language. Well, I do feel that erotica is about the way the words leap across the pages.  Erotica can be hard core and it does not always have to involve romance. That I agree.

In my opinion, however, how can I expect to psychologically fuck you unless I know the language of the game?  I want to get you wet with my words.  

The largest sex organ in the body is the brain. That is my target. I am hoping to spit that game and make you want to know what I have in store next.


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