Following the publication of my first erotic story Going for a Thong, I was forced to confront a huge problem.  I had to tell my wife what I’d done.  However, as it turns out, it was a problem made huge in my mind only, for she had no trouble with it at all.

I distinctly remember her being more impressed by the money I was paid for the story.  Then when I finally let her read it, she was so turned on that she couldn’t have complained even if she’d wanted to.  Now she is my greatest critic; if it doesn’t get her off, then it’s no good!

At the time I was working on another freelance writing website, desperately trying to generate business to feed the family.  I had a few part-time contracts and we were comfortable for a while, but work soon began to dry up and I was about to start looking for a regular job.

I curse the phrase “regular job”, I’ve never been a man who can get up and go out in the morning at a ridiculous hour to work for someone else and make them loads of money for a pittance of pay myself.  I’ve always detested the thought that a craftsman could be making chairs in a workshop for £10 per hour whilst his boss, who owns the workshop, is knocking the chairs out at £70-100 each!

Now I’m not lazy; that’s one thing I’ll never be accused of.  If anything, I’m a little more of a workaholic, and working for yourself certainly motivates you to get out of bed in the morning.  There’s only one person responsible for your income and your family, and that person is you.

So things were getting a little desperate.  I started to write more and more erotic fiction.  At first I thought that it was a waste of my time, simply because it wasn’t paid work.  It was a tough decision to make, but I soon discovered that many of my stories were being published, and in the end I was paid quite well for some of them.

My wife and I couldn’t complain about the small amount of money coming in, especially because, even if I had wanted to go out and get a 9-5, there was little work available due to the recession.  It was then that realised that the thing that could make us more money was sitting in the palm of my hand.  I just had to write. 

I spent a little time looking at porn on the PC (not a tough job I know), and I soon realised that I had a talent to write about all different sexual fantasies, fetishes, and bizarre niches.  I started to write, and I’ve never stopped since.  I now have a collection of erotic short stories of my own, and I offer my erotic writing services to the Adult Webmaster Community to increase their exposure and provide the very best in exclusively written, adult entertainment.

Looks like I’m going to be a dirty writer for while yet.

As my Dad always said, “There’s money in muck!”  Not sure this is what he meant though!

Love

Les

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