Recently my friend and I were discussing an erotic novel I had recommended to her. The conversation was quite funny. There was a lot of “what the hell…,” “can you believe she…,” and “I thought I would die when…!” I loved how excited she was about the book, and I was proud that I had helped her find it. Listening to her explain how scenes affected her allowed me to relive my reading experience all over again. It was like reading it for the first time.
This same friend is completely new to the genre, so I have been happily introducing her to all the sexy delights available to her via erotic books! Her enthusiasm, excitement, and sometimes shock has brought to mind my first taste of erotica.
Now, let me be clear. I started reading romance novels in 9th or 10th grade. If it had a pirate or viking on the cover, I was sold! I remember carrying a bent up copy of Pirate by Fabio (yes THAT Fabio) everywhere with me. I was obsessed! These were the sexiest things I could imagine…fast forward a few years, and, y’all, my imagination was pushed to new limits!