I’m very happy to welcome the talented Vanessa de Sade to my blog today. Vanessa’s naughty story ‘The Dress’ appears in my lesbian erotica anthology Anything She Wants and she has a thing or two to say about the following subject…
Why do straight women write and read lesbian erotica?
It’s a question that you won’t ever find on an exam paper for an English literature degree, yet many of us indulge in same-sex fantasies on a regular basis, and it’s not uncommon to extend this daydreaming to our reading material.
So, why do it?
Well, I can’t speak for all of womankind, but I like women. And, yes, I do mean in the biblical sense. Of course, I don’t indulge this particular pleasure any more because I’m in a monogamous relationship that involves progeny, but all my early love affairs were with other girls, and, at college, I have to confess to being a bit of a lesbian slut.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to boys. Far from it. Their bodies had always fascinated me, and I was as eager to come to grips with some cock as the next girl. It was just what was attached to them that was the problem. As a teenager and well into my twenties, I thought men were deplorable. They were boorish, insensitive, bullying and, worst of all, untrustworthy. There was never any guarantee that, if you did get down and dirty with one, that intimate details about you wouldn’t be spread all over the locker-room the very next morning. Plus, from what my friends confided, they weren’t all that skilled at operating our equipment and being left high and dry with a sticky hand was, I was assured, par for the course.
Girls, on the other hand, were trusted confidants. They were your best friends as well as your lovers and they kept your secrets to the grave. Plus they came with big kissable breasts and their bodies were warm and soft and they didn’t ever hurry you or try to force you. And, of course, when they finally did reach third base, well, they certainly knew what to do with what they found down there.
My first lover had been my friend for years, but when we went off on a caravan holiday together in our teens and found ourselves alone by a lakeside things soon got steamy. There was skinny dipping. Then there were kisses. And then there were ten passionate days of absolute bliss. And after that I never looked back, and I have to admit that I was fairly convinced that I was a lesbian until I finally met a sweet sensitive man who was also phenomenally attractive that I overcame my mistrust and learned to appreciate male anatomy close up. *Snigger!*
So now I confine all my hot Sapphic urges to my writing. All my characters come to me from chance encounters; and when I brush past some exquisite creature in a crowded room and feel the silk of her blouse caress my hand or inhale her perfume and feel that old familiar warm feeling down below I know that a new story’s brewing, and I set about inventing a whole history for her and then think up ways for getting her naked and into my character’s bed.
Cassandra, the predatory dressmaker from my story The Dress that features in Anything She Wants, was based on a real tailor who snaked her tape around me and let her hands linger deliciously as she took my measurements; and in my taboo-erotica story, The Halloween Ball, which was supposed to be about heterosexual twincest, the main bedroom scenes were hijacked by the love affair between Natasha, the haughty Goth heroine, and an unnamed Rubenesque lovely who, without so much as a by-your-leave from me, took over the story and became its narrator.
I had been minding my own business and looking through fabric off-cuts in a shop when this girl brushed against me. She was large and fragrant, dressed in a flowing cheesecloth dress and reeking of patchouli, her breasts two snow white orbs in her low cut top, and I was visualising her naked before I even left the store. It was no small wonder that she had invaded what became one of my favourite stories before I’d even got home.
I so love my work.
So, that, my darlings, is me, Hasbian and writer of girl-on-girl fantasies for your pleasure. I’ve recently even tried my hand at a YA novelette, The House at Ghost Elm Sands, which has been a real challenge as I’ve tried to tell a story of obsession between thirteen-year-olds without any actual sex or profanity, but, even if I do say so myself, I did write one of the sexiest lesbian kisses ever put on the page.
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Vanessa de Sade is a forty-something full-figure gal who likes to write hot stories about real women exploring the darker regions of their own sexuality. She is the author of ‘Melancholia Falls’ and other popular novellas and stories; plus the collections ‘Rubyfruit Jungle’ and ‘Nude Shots’. A collection of her erotic fairy tales will be published later this year and she is currently trying her hand at a YA novel.