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!
I remember the experience quite clearly. I was 19 and still an avid reader but becoming bored with my options. I went to my local library and just started walking around with no destination in mind. I walked into a large atrium type room with large windows and shelves everywhere. Some were labelled “New,” “Bestseller,” “Classic,” etc. One smaller shelf sat on a table and was labeled “Try Something Different.” I walked around it at least 3 times, dragging my fingers along the spines. I finally stopped on one called The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A. N. Roquelaure. I believe there were gilded letters on the spine and that, in combination with the reference to a fairy tale, immediately caught my attention. I pulled the book off the shelf and sat down in a nearby chair. I started flipping through, and a particularly intense scene involving punishment caught my eye. I remember feeling simultaneously guilty and excited. Needless to say, I borrowed the book, finished it within a day or two, and went on to read the rest of the series.
I think I’ll refer to that day as my Erotic Root…maybe not. That does sound a bit odd.
Do you remember your first venture into Erotica/Erotic Romance?
Until next time,
Read on With Your Sexy Self!