Porn, smut, erotica; dirty books. Call it what you like. I write sexually explicit material, and sexually explicit material is what I sell.
Mostly because it’s fun.
I’ve been putting dirty words on paper since the days when people put words on paper, rather than just typing them into neat little electronic boxes. Nearly all of that was for my own enjoyment or for the enjoyment of close friends.
Writing e-books hasn’t been much of a leap. It’s the same thrill. I like seeing fantasies — my own and what I imagine other people’s to be — running wild. Getting praised (and paid) for that by strangers on the internet is just icing on the cake.
So why porn?
It’s wild. It’s unconstrained. It often describes things that would be, at minimum, highly irresponsible to do in real life, if not downright impossible. And the language is great.
There are an amazing amount of words for fucking. English is full of them. Our cunt runneth over. A lot of my writing time is spent finding just the right wording for each bit of naughtiness, because why use a glistening member when a sweaty cock would be sexier — or vice versa?
Playing with language. Playing with myself. Encouraging other people to do both those things. Enjoying it.
Those are some of the reasons why I write porn.
Also, why not?