Radio EROS

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Explicit interview with erotica author on internet radio station.
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Nick brought the microphone closer to him as he sat down at his desk in the studio of EROS, a small ,sex positive internet radio station dedicated to human sexuality. Streaming their broadcast for only two hours a day made it possible for EROS to present quality sex programming not available to on air radio stations subject to FCC rules and regulations. The short air time also afforded Nick and his co-owner the opportunity to have a solid, professional format. On a shoestring budget like theirs, to fill a twenty four, or even twelve hour, time slot would be next to impossible, let alone fill it with quality content.

Whether Nick was interviewing authors of erotica, artists, members of the adult film community, curators of museums featuring sexually explicit artwork, sexual therapists or exploring other issues of a sexual nature, EROS was not bound by the rules of " over the air" stations. They could legitimately "push the envelope" in airing shows without concern of censors or of crossing the line on material that could be deemed obscene or inappropriate. Although it had been a viable internet station for only 14 months, EROS had already been widely accepted by a sizable band of underground listeners who logged on for information, advice or just plain titillation. Their slogan of "Get on and Get off" quite fairly portrayed the station management's mission statement.

Nick's appearance fit his voice like a glove. His soft, deep, velvety tones were accented by a husky strength. His thick, dark hair, slightly tousled, gave him a look of one who cared just enough about his appearance without being in the least narcissistic. His neatly trimmed mustache crowned a guileless little boy smile. Today, his dark blue turtleneck tee, tucked into well fitted jeans, hid his muscular frame. As a friend had said to him one day, mostly in jest, "My girl thinks you're a hunk, you son of a bitch."

Looking up from his desk he saw a woman approach the studio window. His smile widened and he motioned for her to enter the studio.

She was a strikingly attractive woman of medium height and she appeared to be in her very early thirties. She had a curvy build which made good use of the tight fitting white blouse and short, mauve skirt she wore. Her close cropped, feathered blond hair gave her a slightly boyish look, but any inclination toward that thought was quickly dispelled as her obviously bra-less breasts swayed under her blouse as she walked, her nipples pushing against the satiny fabric.

As she entered the studio, Nick rose from his chair and reached across the desk to grasp her hand warmly. With a broad smile he said "You must be Diane. I'm excited that you were able to join me for this segment." She sat down opposite Nick and gave him a warm smile. Her blouse gaped open just a bit as she settled in the swivel chair, her cleavage presenting a welcome opportunity for Nick's eyes.

"And you must be Nick. Thank you so much for inviting me! I don't get an opportunity quite like this very often....well, actually never," she laughed.

Keying the mic, Nick said "Listeners, welcome back to EROS, the internet station dedicated to the eroticism in all our lives. Today, we are excited to have as our special guest, Diane Entreau. I'm sure many of you recognize her as the author of one of today's best sellers Sex, Fun and Funny Sex. Not only is she a best -selling author but, let me tell you folks, she is smoking hot. And I hope I don't sound too much the chauvinist in saying that."

Diane laughed at the introduction. "Thank you, Nick. And that comment will never land you in dangerous territory with me."

"Well, Diane, welcome to the Northwest and EROS. I know you have been interviewed many times over the past few months following the tremendous public reception to your erotic novel Sex, Fun, and Funny Sex. As I explained to you when we talked earlier on the phone, this is an internet station and we therefore have a lot of latitude in our programming. Because we are able to explore areas other stations cannot, I'd like to take this opportunity today to delve into some of the more "intimate" or, shall I say, "juicy" details of the actual day to day issues and processes that go into creating a work such as your latest one.

"Something that I have always been curious about is this-in order to write erotica do you have to 'get into character', so to speak, in order to create believable sexual scenes? I can't imagine that you can go from, say, shopping at the farmer's market to writing the extremely erotic scenes that you do, without some kind of mental gymnastics. How do you approach this part of the creative process?"

Diane smiled. "Actually, Nick, this is a topic that I really haven't addressed before , so I am glad you have brought it up. I would have had a difficult time discussing this on the Today Show with Matt and Natalie- as nice as they are," she laughed.

"Tell us how you start the whole process. How do you create an idea that you feel will have some "teeth", or possibilities, of becoming a really erotic work? And, as a prelude to this whole topic but germane to it, is the basic issue of eroticism. What makes your work erotica rather than pornography?"

As Diane leaned forward to reply, her blouse opened slightly, revealing even more of her luscious cleavage. "No one knows this," she laughed ,"at least they didn't until right now. I really get my most arousing ideas while I am actually being sexual. I know that may sound odd , but that is when my muse, such as she is, speaks to me the most intently. Luckily for me, I am 'In a sexual mode' pretty much all the time" she laughed again. "I may be in the middle of showering in the morning, for example, and while soaping my breasts, a thought may come into my head when my palm brushes over my nipples. I may think 'Hmmmm, wouldn't it be hot to be at a party and have someone play with my nipples while I am carrying on a conversation with someone else as if nothing unusual was happening. ' Taking that germ of an idea, I then may incorporate something like that into a scene as I write. I don't really outline anything specific before I start writing but rather I plant in my mind a general idea of where I want the story to go and then I start writing. I never aim to write the great American novel and know that I probably never will but, rather, I want to write something that the reader will find exciting and arousing. I'll leave great literature to the real masters of the craft.

"I always write in the afternoon and I try to write for about four hours. That is about all I can take physically before I am somewhat exhausted." She leaned back in the chair and looked at Nick with her piercing blue eyes, a trace of a smile on her face.

Nick hesitated for a moment before continuing the interview. Her full breasts, presenting themselves tantalizingly under the thin blouse, coupled with her talk of nipple play, had put him off his game for a moment.

"Wait a minute, Diane. You have a smile on your face as you say that. Physically exhausted? Does it really take that large a toll on you to write for an extended period of time?"

"Nick, it does when you write the way I do." She slowly moved the index finger of her left hand back and forth across the desk top as if she were erasing a smudge on the surface. There was something terribly sexy about the movement to Nick as he watched her slender fingers.

"Okay, now you have me intrigued. What do you mean by 'the way I do'?"

"Well, I have always, and I mean always, been very sexual. I didn't start writing erotica until my first year of college. I had just turned nineteen and the freedom of college was a new experience for me. I was taking a creative writing course for my English core and one of the assignments given the class was to write a paper on something that had a large impact on our lives."

"I thought and thought about it but couldn't come up with anything that was remotely interesting. But, as luck might have it, I had had a really interesting and exciting sexual experience two weeks prior. I knew the papers were not going to be read by anyone except the professor, a woman in her late thirties. Anyway, I decided that I would write about that."

"Why did this experience stand out in your mind?" Nick asked.

"Because it was one of my earliest sexual experiences and my first lesbian experience. And, even to this day, it remains one of the hottest things I have ever been part of.

" My dorm mate was a really hot girl from the mid west. Long blond hair, tall, slim, very athletic, and, it turned out, very horny. " Diane grinned.

"Anyway, we had been rooming together for about a month and a half when, one night while we were getting ready for bed ,Sandy, my roommate, started disrobing. She always slept in the nude, which was a new concept for me as I had always worn a nightgown or pajamas. This particular night, she had taken her clothes off and was standing in front of the mirror combing her hair. Surreptitiously watching her over the top of my American History textbook, I was marveling at how her breasts were so firm. Her nipples seemed so hard and were just jutting straight out.

"As I watched, she began touching her nipples and pinching them. I noticed her hips were kind of moving back and forth a bit and then I saw that she had her eyes closed. I had never watched anyone touch themselves sexually before and I was kind of mesmerized. It seemed like only seconds before I saw her left arm move down her body. I knew she had to be touching her pussy because she spread her legs a bit."

"I don't know where I got the courage, call it recklessness maybe, but I put my book down and got up and stood behind her. When she felt my still clothed body touch her back, she didn't jump or push away but, rather, pressed back into me. My hand, almost automatically it seemed, moved around her torso and cupped her breasts. God, when my fingers touched her nipples I thought I would die it was so exciting. To feel these two hard, crinkled pieces of flesh in my fingers was like heaven.

"She brought her arms back so that her hands were clasping my thighs from the back pulling us tightly together. She laid her head back so that her cheek was near my lips. I couldn't help myself. I turned my head a bit and kissed her cheek and then her neck. She turned her head towards me so that our lips met. Oh my God, it was like a bolt of electricity went through me. I had barely kissed any guys at that point in my life and here was this gorgeous woman passionately kissing me while I caressed her erect nipples."

Nick surreptitiously adjusted himself under the desk. "Whew" he said. "That's pretty hot."

Diane continued, "She turned around completely to face me and undid the buttons on my pajamas. I was almost in a trance as she pushed back the flannel fabric exposing my breasts. God, my nipples were just aching for her fingers or mouth to touch them and when she bent down and took a nipple in between her lips and tugged on it, I thought I was going to die! I couldn't help myself. My hand went down between her legs. I was astonished to find her soooo wet. With just the slighted effort, my middle finger slipped between her lips and I slipped it into her pussy. She groaned as I moved in and out of her.

"I had never done anything like this! It turned out that my roommate had experimented a little bit but I guess we were both pretty much neophytes in the world of lesbianism." Diane continued.

Nick was looking at her unblinking. Diane waved her hand in front of his face. "Nick, are you with me?" she joked as she grinned widely.

"God, am I with you..." he croaked. Diane laughed and then paused as she looked at Nick. "Don't let me stop you," Nick added.

Diane continued on with her story. "As we stood there with our lips pressed together tightly and my hand in her cunt, she was feverishly attempting to push my pajama bottoms down my legs. She got as far as my knees and gave up in favor of cupping my sex and pushing her palm against my clit. Face to face and hands to pussies, we kind of stumbled together to my bed and fell down on it. As I lay down on the bed, she slipped to her knees and buried her face in my crotch, licking my clit like a cat. I was so fucking turned on! When she reached up and started playing with my nipples as she licked, I started to cum. Oh my God did I start to cum! My hips were jumping all over the bed and I was moaning and screaming. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Once I recovered from my orgasm, I did the same to her. Nick, I had never had so much fun in my life. She was super responsive and, even though I hadn't had any experience in pleasing a woman, I must have instinctively known what to do because she came as hard as I had. Just picture the two of us, nineteen years old, nude, firm breasts, flat tummies, trim bodies, eyes glazed over with lust..... Shit, it makes me hot to just talk about it again. Anyway, to make a long story short...."

"Diane, don't let me rush you. We have all the time in the world" Nick replied with a big grin as he wrapped his mind around the image of these two nubile college girls pleasuring each other.

"As I was saying," Diane chided, "I decided to write about this experience as my required paper. The next day I spent about three hours writing my story. I couldn't help but masturbate while I was writing it because it turned me on so much to relive it in my mind. I thought I was being a real rebel and that I would blow the professor's mind by writing something like that. I completed the paper and, yes, you know what happened. I had to masturbate again as I edited it, "she said.

"Well, time can oftentimes cause one to question decisions made in haste and by the next morning I had decided that I couldn't possible turn in the paper. So, I decided to write a really innocuous paper about being a first year student at college, blah, blah, blah. It was pretty insipid and boring but I figured it was a paper so..."

"Fortunately, or unfortunately, I had put my first paper in a folder. When I finished its replacement, I slipped that into a folder also. What I didn't notice was, it was the same folder. When I got to class I reached into the folder and took out the paper and handed it in."

"That evening, in my room, I looked for the first paper, because I really did like it. I know, you're smiling, Nick. You know why I wanted it." Diane teased Nick. "Anyway, when I took it out of the folder and started reading, I experienced that awful moment. You know, the one where you say 'Oh shit! I can't believe I did that!'"

"Sure enough, I had passed in my first paper instead of the second one. I just knew that I was going to be called into the dean's office, kicked out of school, led to the nearest police station and sentenced to life in prison for obscenity."

"It was two days until I had the same class, and for those two days I was an emotional wreck. Finally, class time arrived and, as the students filed into class, the professor looked up as I walked into the room.

"Uh, Ms. Entreau? May I speak with you, please?" I knew my fate was sealed. I was dead. I walked up to her desk. All the other students' papers were lying on the desktop with red letter grades at the top right corner of each. My professor reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out my paper. I closed my eyes. I was so screwed. "Diane, this is a very unusual paper." She began. "Very, very unusual."

"I know, Professor, I didn't mean to hand that in. It was something that I should never have written and I am so sorr..." I stopped speaking as she put my paper in my hand. At the top of it was a very prominent, very red A+. "I, I don't understand, Professor."

"Diane, this subject matter, indeed, is unusual but it is very, very good." She said, "You have a tremendous talent for creating verbal scenery and drawing the reader into it. Erotica is as valid a genre as any other and it is one that is often filled with hacks because it is taboo and good writers tend to shy away from it. I don't want you to shy away from it. Embrace your talents. Develop your skills. And don't let anybody dissuade you from your writing."

"And that, Nick, is when I started my writing career." Diane said as she clapped her hands together in summation. "I'm sure a shrink would have a horribly fun time attempting to figure it all out. But, the simple explanation is that I have always felt that sex is a pleasurable and natural activity so I don't really care if some psychologist thinks I'm obsessive, addicted, or whatever. I just love sex."

Feeling as if his cheeks were on fire, Nick wondered if Diane could see that his face was flushed. "So, I'm assuming that, while writing, you've moved past the masturbation of that particular paper's creation?" he asked.

"Oh, God, no!" Diane laughed loudly. "No. I never outgrew masturbation. I still love it! Why would I throw away something free that feels that good? Even though I am married I still masturbate a lot."

Nick's astonishment couldn't be hidden. "You're married?! I didn't realize that."

"You're surprised that a horny woman could be married?" She had a broad smile as she continued, "Yes, I have been married for a little over four years. My husband, Ian, is probably listening right now, matter of fact. He was really excited to know that I was going to be on here. He was going to have our close friend Trina over to listen with him."

"Doesn't he ever get jealous of your finger, the muse, so to speak?" Nick laughed.

"Ian and I have an open marriage so we don't get jealous when the other is having a sexual experience, whether with oneself or someone else, and we are not part of it. I admit that sometimes it can be difficult to control feelings but our relationship is secure enough that we talk through problems that may arise." Diane's face had a look of seriousness as she spoke. "We both believe in polyamory and marriage and think that for many couples, the two can not only exist in a healthy symbiosis but actually be a very healthy adjunct to marriage."

Nick looked at Diane, eyes wide in amazement. "Wow! That is something else. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound judgmental in any way at all. I just don't know if I could do that, is all I meant. I'm not married or even seeing anyone right now but if I were, I think I would have to have a few mind melds with the great god of tolerance before I could do that-especially if I were married to someone as attractive as you. By the way, I hope I didn't upset your husband by my earlier comment about you being smoking hot."

With a hearty laugh Diane said, "If anything, that comment probably turned him on. Don't worry about that."

Nick laughed softly in relief and looked at her intently. "Wait a minute. It just now struck me. You mentioned earlier that you are exhausted after writing for four hours every day and that you like to write when you are being sexual. Am I connecting the dots here correctly?!"

With a broad smile Diane pointed a slender finger at Nick. "You know my secret now."

"So, that part of the creative process never changed, then." Nick replied.

"No. I still find that by charging my psyche up sexually, I can create scenes more easily and realistically. I may indeed go grocery shopping but, while I'm shopping my mind is busy creating sexual scenes. By the time I get home I can be practically soaking wet. Of course, there are those times when I forget to get the bread or milk. One of the hazards," she laughed.

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