My earliest erotica came in the form of letters written to lovers in high school. That shit was nasty. And wonderful. And a timely lesson in self-pleasure. I’m sure you can imagine my joy when I later discovered that smut was a genre.
Generally, writing has come and gone from my life like waves lapping on a Caribbean shoreline, at different times reaching newer, wetter heights or deeper, drier troughs as if following the phases of the moon.
Sex has not been like that. I’m constantly and predictably drawn to the filthy, the raunchy, the debaucherous—the more the merrier. I laugh too loud at innuendo and often take humor a little too far across the naughty line for the average person’s taste. (But who wants to be average, anyway?)
My work with Esoterotica has been called irreverent, confessional, and hysterical. I just hope you’re left wanting to touch yourself, at least a little.
When not writing or reading erotica, I’m usually drinking Virgin Islands rum and/or working on a piece of flash fiction. You can find more of my creative work at shannonburtonwrites.com.
Excerpt from “Go Fuck Yourself”:
“Touch yourself, love yourself
baby, go fuck yourself
Not that quick fix with a
5 minute x-rated vid
while you squeeze out a bit
or twiddle your clit
just to help sleep come more quickly
Don’t come quickly
No baby give yourself a treat
Take the time to stroke out a slow beat
Build yourself up then
turn yourself down
Tease yourself, deny yourself
so that you can surprise yourself
Yeah, that’s hot”
Excerpt from “Enthusiastic Consent”,
published in the Plan B Nola Reproductive Health Zine and available in full at shannonburtonwrites.com.
“I like my sex with a hard yes and a side of please
Please you, please me, please us
Are you scared to hear “no”? Here we go
I have no time for fragile egos,
Yesses that sound and look like no’s
And anyone who thinks that “anything goes”
Fantasy is fantasy, until you make it real
But before you do, make sure the other person feels
The same way you do about what’s about to go down
Get that communication on, before word gets around
That you’re an asshole. You don’t respect people’s boundaries.
I’m not here to tell you what to do in your bedroom
But to tell you the truth some of my best sex has involved a lot of “yes, yes, yes!”
I want to love you, even if just for one night
But to love you I gotta know how to treat you right
What do you like? May I touch you there?
Maybe loving you looks like not touching you anywhere
I don’t want to do things you don’t like being done,
I want an experience that you’ll remember as fun
I wanna make you sigh, if you’re into that
And let you know some things I like, if you’re into that
Because don’t get me wrong, I’m a good little sub
But unless we’ve agreed upon the scene
I am not an object upon which to act out your personal dreams
And you’re not that to me
Again, unless you’re into that. Because so am I.
But we gotta talk about it first, not assume it’s worth a try
Without asking, risking crossing a line
Putting an end to this sexy night
Oh why, why is it easier to risk crossing a line
Than to ask someone if this is something they’d like?”