I’ve written approximately 50,000 words of erotic fiction (read: smut) over the past few weeks. Feast or famine, folks! And when the pervy muse strikes, I am never one to ignore her. 😈

The issue at hand, so to speak, is that I write what I enjoy.¹ While there’s plenty of plotting and moving the characters in the directions they want to go, the most fun bits to write are the bits that involve bits (wink wink nudge nudge). And I find myself sorely tempted to…give myself the full experience my readers might have. 💦

When a Dom forces his reluctant, burgeoning submissive to admit that she’s been craving his firm hand and firmer cock? Pure gold. When a particularly biting or inventive punishment ends with just the right amount of tears, penitence, and forgiveness? Chef’s kiss.

However—hypothetically speaking, of course 😉–when one is in a relationship in which one’s orgasms are controlled, writing what one enjoys can be an occupational hazard. And a frustrating one at that.

I’m not looking for sympathy here…just wanted to share a little about my process. And the challenges in the life of a smut peddler.

1. Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. By extension, the Jaye Elise Codicil follows: “Write what you love and you’ll masturbate your way to carpal tunnel syndrome faster than you can say ‘one-handed read’.” #TheMoreYouKnow ↩︎