I never fully understood the term, “still waters run deep” until I started writing this erotic blog. On the outside I’m the girl who goes unnoticed when she first enters a crowded room, although as my supervisor likes to say, “I have legs that start at my armpits.” Meaning, I’m a tall gal.
When I introduce myself as an erotic writer, the response I usually receive is “Really?” It is said in a tone that always makes me wish that my mom had given me a different Christian name. Mary (shudder) is writing about sex! Well, I don’t see why not, isn’t it because of sex that we are all on this planet? I don’t find the act or the way we feel when we make love dirty. I want to write about erotica, because when you’ve met the right person who can touch you, and make you explode with a release that saps your strength, and leaves you deaf, blind, and hoarse, you know you’ve experienced the most sublime pleasure EVER!
I also believe in soulmates. Someone who knows the real you, not the you, that you present to society; but the you who is buried deep beneath that placid surface.