So much erotica, so little that's any good

I was moved to open this blog after I'd spent some time online and discovered a pleasure in writing about sexual experience; I like to think my blog can be more than just the usual porn-for-the-boys. I won't be writing anything along the lines of "Mark pulled his swollen member out of Jenny's sweet juicy butt-hole"*, there's already a superfluity of rubbish like that; what moves me much more (and what I think is very deeply arousing) are moments like the one when Mellors tells Connie "You shouldn't cry", moments in our lives when we can cleanse our pain and let someone come so close to our hearts. That's where I am: a sensual world described to the far distant shore of my erotic imagination. A simple theme addressed in a myriad of ways.

*thinking about it, that could work as a comedy pastiche: all the clueless porn you've ever given yourself tennis elbow to in one, digested edition. I'll start work on it just as soon as my physio ends.