u/saltshakerzzz

In the past few months, for some reason, I‘ve just been getting lost in fantasies. Writing erotica, often involving things related to scat, has been a cathartic outlet. I wouldn’t say I make a habit to read a lot of erotica and only a handful of times in the past have I tried writing it myself. But once I‘d start, it would sometimes consume me. The fantasy might start simple, but eventually grow into some very deep, emotional thing that would get into the psyche of having this fetish. I often start and don’t complete things because I get so horny, I have to masturbate halfway through, which is why I have 3 unfinished drafts! I’ve also used AI sometimes to expand upon prompts and themes I want to explore, which I’m sure some people might have negative opinions about, which I get. Either way, it’s still important to have a human, real, raw element to a good erotica imo.

But there’s a part of my that also has a moment of clarity where I think “My God, I’m sure I sound like an absolute bizarre perverted freak writing in such detail about this stuff.” At the same time, using your imagination is a great thing. I sometimes foresee a dystopian world in the future (or already happening now) where pornography is banned, and we will realize we lived in a golden age for this stuff, and now it’s time to just let memories and pen to paper capture our feelings.

Just some thoughts going through my mind I wanted to share!