I’ve been wondering why some writers tiptoe around the subject of sex. Why should we avoid such a huge part of life? Sex can be the ultimate expression of love. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. So why bow to some phantom social stigma? Will some invisible force punish us for representing Truth in prose? I think not. And I will not rob my fiction for fear of punishment.
To be a creator, we must make it real. Reality involves sex.
I shall not be afraid.
A symphony of divine indulgence played on satin sheets, positions moving fluidly from one to the next, moistened bodies hungering for the next angle of pleasure, while hearts galloped like drums in their orchestra of love.
~ From Daughters of The Rose — by Erik S. Lehman