Do I write erotic literature?
Hmmm...I don't, per se, but I am writing a novel about a man who is tortured by his inner, unwanted erotic urges. It is the NATURE of those urges (as in who they center around) that tortures him. His name's Paul. I won't tell you his last name because it will hurt the seriousness and validity of the book. Nor will I tell you why he has to be rushed to the ER on the first page.
Hee hee, that was funny about "having fun with a dog in here." :biggrin1: :tongue: At first I didn't quite get it (sometimes I'm a little slow---it's a redhead thing; we're kind of like blondes, only quirkier and goofier).
BTW, the best dream I've ever had to date--and there have been a LOT of them--involved my hooking up with a recently single Ashton Kutcher (shut up, I know I'm a dork, but I think he's f*cking gorgeous and every time I see him I want to lay him), and then later on in that same dream, John Mayer. John Mayer was an oddity to show up in my dream, because a) I don't care for his music, save for 1 or 2 of his songs, and b) I don't think he's that hot. I mean, his eyes are kind of sultry looking, but beyond that, he's pretty ordinary and goofy emo-boy-ish. But ever since my dream of laying BOTH of them, I find both celebrities intriguing.
I HAVE to get off my computer now...work tomorrow!
Later,
Anya (which isn't my real name, nor does it even start with the same letter. It's just my favorite female name in the world. As for the "Boo" part, I just needed three more letters)