‘Hey Violet, we’re looking for someone who can write short stories for XXX movies, around 1000 words per movie, are you interested?’ I immediately replied yes, sure, interested, thanks, send the work through. I love writing a little adult literature. I have fun writing it, … Continue reading Confessions of a porn writer
The people that I have fallen in love with recently have been women. Top of the list is Erika Lust, an erotic film maker who I am totally crushing on. I know it sounds crazy but I’m obsessed. She’s beautiful, strong, fearless, candid, has the … Continue reading Cherries, porn, women and me
I just read about the Toronto International Porn Festival and a light bulb thing went off in my head. Yes, I thought, this what we need in South Africa. I immediately picked up my phone and texted a friend who’s a movie producer. ‘Hey. Why … Continue reading Tales of a Not so Serial Squirter
‘Hey, I noticed your profile and would like to offer you a job, erotic writing, you keen?’ ‘Absolutely,’ I replied, ‘Erotica is my thing. Send me a brief and we can chat.’ ‘Okay. They’re Alien Abduction stories. I need five stories, ten thousand words each, … Continue reading Space Sex
‘What are you doing Violet?’
‘I’m here, home, in the sunshine, the garden, hanging out…’
‘Yes, but what are you doing Violet?’
‘Here, I told you, hanging, in my robe, it’s pretty, pink, silky, I’m in the garden..’
‘I’m naked underneath. The sun on my skin, feeling really good.’
‘You asked me, I’m telling you, I’m home, feels so good, so damn good…’
He put the phone down.
Oh God God, I get it, God…
I think he wanted to hear me say I’m atoning.
I called him back.
‘Yes yes, I’m atoning, yes, sorry, it felt so good, it feels so good….’
And said God bless.
Thank goodness it’s okay to atone in many different ways.
Have a blessed day, Jewish readers, all readers, everywhere, the whole world, peace, love, to all of you.
So my god I have just had the best sex and it was unbelievable and he knew these amazing positions and what to do, how does he know, so good, soaked, wet, sweaty, dripping, my breasts, my thighs, sticky, disgusting, delicious, dirty, coming, again, lights flashing, stuff in my hair, on my face, my cheeks, my hands, more lights flashing, Violet what is that, Violet, god yes, more, Violet, stop, something going on, my cunt, what, no, Jesus Christ the security company, Johannesburg, crime, violence, security, I want to come, I left the gate open, don’t ever leave the gate open in Johannesburg, ever, oh god, no no, yes, a mess, soaking, pulling on clothes, god damn, yes, ‘Everything okay Ma’am?’ and ‘Yes, yes good, thanks, sorry, shit’ Johannesburg, a terrible ending, a perfect ending, this fucking city, this goddamn fucking city.
It is meant to relieve stress.
So yesterday I got a job offer to write a whole bunch of sexts.
‘Send me an example,’ the guy said.
Damn cheek, I thought, how can anyone doubt my sexting abilities.
Anyway, I typed…
I would like you here, now, my bed, your hand, my panties, oh god, god…
He interrupted my sexting.
‘That is perfect,’ he said. ‘You have the job. I need fifty by the end of day.’
We agreed on a price, and I quickly hammered out fifty sexts. I’ve learned that when you write for this site you don’t ask questions. It’s pretty badly paid, I wasn’t going to waste too much time.
It’s also quite interesting sexting without emotion. Because it’s a bit like writing about the weather.
Oh that feels good. Ooooh, yes. Hot. Steamy. More. More. One more time. Please. Oh oh, yawn.
It did nothing for me but hey, dollars…
I sent off my sexts.
He replied almost immediately.
‘I did not ask you to write pornography Violet. I wanted quality sexts.’
I was outraged.
‘Excuse me. Excuse me. We are talking sexting here. What is a quality sext? ‘
‘Well you know, your punctuation, your grammar, you need to work on them…’
I blew up. For my few USD, I thought my sexts were brilliant.
‘We’re not writing a piece of literature here, Mister. This is sexting you asked for. Not Mills and Boon. Not a declaration of love. These are sexts for gods sake. No-one mentioned we’re aiming for a Nobel prize’
He went very quiet.
‘Fine,’ he typed. ‘Do me another fifty’.
And that’s the thing about men. It’s sexting.
They don’t really care what you say.