There is nothing in the world like reading a piece of perfectly fluid, sharp and still tempered, prose… especially if the content is exciting. I think about this a lot when I read literotica stories, the really good ones, the ones that make you forget you’re reading at all, where your eyes just float along the screen, where the words just seem to massage them and gently prod them from left to right and back again. It’s hard for me to describe, because my writing has always been a little lukewarm, with only the smallest gestures toward “keen” or “witty,” and never brilliant. But you, your words, they penetrate. Continue reading
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