Late last night, my inspiration was questioned, so before I went to bed and throughout today I thought out, organized, and wrote my best response. The easy answer is that my words come from inside me.
My writings here are a complicated mixture of all that I am. All that I have been. And all that I wish or endeavor to be.
Of course there is my demanding and sometimes seemingly inexhaustible sexuality. My vivid imagination. My dark fantasies. Oh and let's not forget my unquenchable thirst for knowledge and my impatient curiosity. There's also my constant effort to play with the puzzle that is me. And yes, my previous and current lovers. Scenes that I've experienced and enjoyed or want to expand upon. Conversations I've had with those in the lifestyle. Erotic stories I have read. Porn that I've indulged in. Insightful comments by a few articulate people I've been around that have lead me to recognize how close to the surface my river runs.
So many vanilla aspects also contribute to my writing. Pieces that most will likely never see - or even if they do will never truly understand - go into the intricate mixture that spawns my writing.
No ONE person is solely responsible for inspiring me. That would be impossible, as no one truly understands and experiences all that I am. The fantasies that I write don't have a face attached to them...they simply can't, as I've yet to meet anyone that has, can, or will give me ALL that I need and crave. What can I say...I'm a picky, demanding, complicated bitch.
Yes...some posts may occasionally reflect a personal experience. But will you be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fantasy? Honestly, I'm not sure I care if you can. *shrug*
Stop questioning...just enjoy the ride. Okay?