Pornography vs. erotica.

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Seriously, I'm so sick of this discussion. I feel that John Preston, famous gay advocate and pornographer, wrote the last words on this tedious debate back in 1993.

"For as long as I have been involved with pornography, there has been a great deal of pressure to disown it. As I gained some status as a writer, critics and friends invited me to classify my erotic stories and novels as "erotica". There is an attempt to somehow separate some sexual works as being aesthetically or politically more acceptable than other works. People would try to say that my sexual writing - or Samuel Steward's or someone else's - was "too good"  to be discarded as pornography. I disown that distinction completely. Pornography and erotica are the same thing. The only difference is that erotica is the stuff bought by rich people; pornography is what the rest of us buy."

From My Life as a Pornographer (emphasis mine).

Steaming up your spring.

I have a saucy sequel to Vamping It Up in Mind, but it's still not quite right. Until I get it figured out, I think I'll tease you with some parts of it.

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      Holly Barros loved Valentine’s Day. The hearts. The flowers. 
       The emphasis on oral sex.
       “Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.” Lincoln S. Jones, her head of security, clasped her thighs and rolled them over, settling her pussy right on his face. The sturdy table in the Vilnius University Library in Lithuania creaked underneath them, but held firm,
  Holly giggled, actually giggled, until his smart mouth latched onto her clitoris. She gasped and pinched her own nipples. Linc dug his fingers into her butt cheeks guiding her where he wanted her to be.
    

“Delicious,” he moaned around her hood. The vibrations sizzled her overwhelmed nerve endings.

“Harder.” She pushed down on him, forcing his mouth deeper into her wet folds.

       Like a good former Marine, he obeyed her order with enthusiasm and determination. His tongue flicked over her flesh faster than a vibrator. She had no idea how he could move so fast, but she loved it. Holly rode the crest, nearing her orgasm. He snaked a hand between them and shoved two fingers into her sheath. She needed it. She needed so bad she could barely breathe.