Doing the nasty.

One of the interesting things about writing the zippy stuff is the inevitable question : "So, uh, do you DO the *ahem* activities you write about?!"

The answer is (you're going to love this one), "It depends."

Have I ever engaged in frottage with a priest against a tree?

Yuck. Just...yuck.

Have I been passionately crazy about someone that is very very bad for me?

Oh, my yes.

The great thing about the erotic imagination is you can take a feeling, an image, or a memory, and make that little snippet into something that rings so true and alive that your readers can only imagine that you've actually done something that truly wicked and pleasurable.

And that's a damn cool thing about being a writer. :)