An Interview with an Erotic Writer
My name is Phil Wilder.
I write mostly erotica, but I have a few stories that are published that
are milder fare. But what attracts most
people to my work is the kinky sex and sometimes-brutal violence that is
displayed in my works. Most writers
seem to want to give their readers a happy ending, but I just don’t find that
realistic. That is not the way life
works. Oh, sure occasionally a fireman
will arrive in time to save a child or an adult from a burning building or
automobile, but I believe those are the exceptions not the rules.
And so today, the local book critic, Angela Hayward, is
interviewing me. I am not sure why I
agreed to the interview. I am quite
sure that she is going to try to paint me as a monster and to discredit my
work. But, there is an old saying that
bad publicity is better than no publicity.
So I figured even if I came off looking bad in the interview, my name would
still get out to more people.
I guess we are getting ready to start as her assistant is
heading my way. “Mr. Wilder,” she
starts. “Please follow me and we will
get you miked up and a little make up to soften the glare. She seated me on a tall stool and shortly a
technician came and clipped a microphone on my collar and had me test it. At the same time someone was applying powder
to my cheeks and forehead.
When they were satisfied, I was led over to what appeared to
be a living room on the set and seated in a plush leather chair. I did not have long to wait, before Angela
came in offered her hand. I took it and
shook it gently. I immediately noticed
that she wore a wedding band. We
exchanged pleasantries and then she sat down across from me. The chairs were arranged in an intimate
setting so that there was just room enough between us at an angle so that if
one or both of us crossed our legs we would not bump into the other person.
Angela then asked if there were any ground rules that I
wanted to lay out.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Well, is there any subjects that you are uncomfortable
discussing with me today? Is there
anything that you want off limits?”
“Well, if I told you all the things I am uncomfortable
discussing, this would be a very short interview. I have a feeling that you have a lot of questions that will disturb
me. But, no, you can ask me anything
and I will try to answer you to the best of my ability. Only if you get into some area that might
get me into legal trouble will I decline.”
“Ok, then, this is not a live interview so if something
comes up that you do not want to discuss, the tape can be altered later. So then let’s begin.”
The cameras were started and the microphones turned on and
the action signal was given.
“Good evening, America, my name is Angela Hayward and I am
here tonight with best selling erotic author, Phillip Wilder. He has graciously agreed to discuss some of
his more controversial works.”
“Mr. Wilder, let me ask you why you write in the style that
you do?”
“Could you be a little more specific, Angela? What style are you referring to?”
“Well, it seems to me that the main characters in your books
do not fair too well. For instance in
Addicted to High Heels or a Slave to My Wife’s Boots, you left us with the
impression that the male lead was going to live a life of misery and again in
Cruel Wife, Slave Husband there was little doubt that the husband was going to
be totally destroyed.”
“Well, thank you for spoiling the suspense for my
readers. But if you want happy endings
perhaps you should be reading fairy tales and not my books. I don’t believe much in happy endings. I write dominant-submissive books for the
most part and there are plenty of other authors that write about willing
submissives without me joining in the ranks.
Personally, I find nothing exciting about a man that willing submits to
being abused by his wife. I don’t even
believe that is realistic. Sure, there
are probably some men that would not mind being a cuckold and some women that
would do it just to please their husbands, but to me that is simply not exciting.”
“Let me understand you,” Angela breaks in. “Are you saying that you write to be
realistic? If that is the case then
perhaps I can take this interview in a different direction.”
“I don’t know how realistic some of the things, I write
about are because I have never experienced the vast majority of them. Some of the milder things do come from my
own experiences but even those have been spiced up. If all I wrote about was things that happened in my life, my
readers would be bored to death and I would not be able to pay my mortgage.”
“Fair enough, but I doubt your life has been that
sheltered. But let’s talk about
realism. In Internet Sex Slaves and
Cruel Wife you have whipping scenes.
Have you ever whipped a woman or yourself been whipped?"
I smile at Angela and hesitate to form my reply. “No, I have not, but I would like to. Would you like to volunteer?”
“Lord, no and this interview is not about me, but about
you.”
“Well, that seems hardly fair. Haven’t you ever wanted to know what it is like to be tied up and
disciplined?”
“Frank, stop the tape.
“Mr. Wilder, please refrain from asking me questions. This interview is about you and your books
not about me and my life.”
“Look, you asked me a question about my real life. I understood that this interview was about
my books and writing style, so if you are going to ask questions about my real
life then I think it is only fair if I can do the same with you. And what is the big deal, you already told
me that you can edit out what you want from the tape so why not be a little
honest with me?”
“I can edit out what is on the tape, but you do realize
there are real live people in the room.
Such as the man who runs the camera, the sound people, makeup people and
stage crew. Maybe I don’t want them
knowing my private life.”
“So it is ok, if the entire world knows about my life, but
yours has to remain private from a few?”
“I can see that this is not going to work out. I am sorry if we wasted your time but I
think we might as well pack up our equipment and call it a day.”
“I am sorry you feel that way. I think we were just getting acquainted with one another. May I
offer a suggestion?”
“Sure, go ahead,” Angela, replied.
“Why don’t you do the interview with just the two of
us. You can have a recorder running and
later you can edit out what you don’t like.
That way I can get a better idea of what it is that you like or dislike
about my books and you can paint me in any light that makes you happy.”
“That might work if this was radio, but it is
television. No one wants to sit through
a segment with me just talking about what we discussed. They want to see you and your reactions to
the questions.”
“You mean they want to see me squirm, don’t you? Is there going to be a happy ending for me in
this interview?”
She laughed and said, “Probably not. I really wish there was some way that we
could complete this. I have a feeling
that you are a very interesting man.”
“Well, why don’t you just start over where you left
off? If, I ask you something you don’t
like, just refuse to answer it or do what all women do, lie?”
“Wow, you do have a low opinion of women, don’t you?"
“I have a low opinion of humans in general,” I said.
“Ok, Frank go ahead and roll the tape from where we left
off. Mr. Wilder to answer your
question, no I have never had any desire to be tied up and whipped. But you say that you do have the desire to
whip a woman, why?”
“Well, I think it would be interesting, no that is not the
right word, stimulating is more like it, to be able to inflict pain on someone
and to know that only I can grant them mercy.
Not a good answer perhaps but it is an honest one.”
“Then would you like to be whipped, like some of the men in
your books are whipped?”
“Oh, tough question.
I don’t know if I would like it.
Those women in my books are so dog gone cruel. I am not sure that I could survive what they do to their
men. But, yes, I would like to have a
woman tie me up, gag me so that I was helpless and whip me? Do you know anyone that would like to
volunteer for that duty?”
“I am sure there are plenty of dominatrix that you could
hire.”
“Ah, but see that is one of those legal areas we talked
about earlier. I am sure that would be
viewed as solicitation of prostitution services. And besides, that is just play-acting. If I was going to go through the pain and recovery, I would want
it to be real.”
I could see her skin flush and I knew deep down that she was
imagining what it would be like to mark a man’s back and buttocks with a
whip. Even her breath was coming a
little bit faster and I wondered if the audience could sense the change as
well.
“I think we need to move on to another area. A lot of your books have the act of licking
boots in them, why is that?”
“Ah, this should be truly humiliating for me. I guess that is my greatest fantasy. I have always been fascinated by women’s
high-heels and boots.”
“You say always, how far back does that go?”
“Wow, another tough question. The first time I can remember being attracted in that way to a
woman’s shoes was when I was about 5.”
“I don’t even want to go there, but do you actually lick
women’s boots?”
“Yes, every chance I get, which is not nearly as often as I
would like. When I was married, my wife
indulged me in that perversity but after she left me, I haven’t found anyone
that shares that interest.”
“I am amazed that you have not caught some deadly disease
from that practice. Don’t you worry
about where the woman has walked? Or do
you only lick shoes that have not been worn outside?”
Let’s take your first assumption that I should have caught
some type of deadly disease for ingesting something from a woman’s boots. I am not sure which comedian it was that
said that his immune system was improved because he swam in the East River,
which at the time was little more than a sewer. Well maybe my immune system has improved from the practice of
licking boots.
And as far as sticking to boots that have not been worn
outside: “Oh, heavens that would spoil the entire experience. Part of the excitement is not knowing where
she has walked. What fun would it be to
lick a pair of clean boots? For
instance, the pair you are wearing are too highly polished for my taste. Of course the soles probably would be dirty
enough to give me pleasure.”
Her face flushed a deep shade of red and I am sure if she
had held a whip at that moment she would have used it on me.
“Well, another subject that went off in the wrong
direction. Let’s talk about
cuckolding.”
“All right then, another of my favorite subjects. Do you also find that to be fascinating?”
“Of course not but it is a theme in almost every book you
write so I figured it held some special meaning for you. I don’t want to embarrass anyone else so I
am going to refrain from asking about your personal experience, but why do you
write about it in the way your do? Most
other authors that broach the subject, it is always the male’s idea and the
wife is reluctant. But in your books
the wife always uses it as punishment, why?”
“Again, it goes back to the idea of happy endings. I suppose there may be a few isolated
instances of a husband encouraging his wife to sleep with another man where it
ends up happily for both of them. But,
I doubt that happens very often. Some
women have casual sex and form no other attachment than physical. But, I assume that for the majority if they
had sex more than a couple times with another individual they would form some
emotional attachment to him. She would
then have to make a decision as to which man she liked better. And there is the other aspect, which is
respect. I believe it would be very
hard for a woman to respect a man that would willingly share her with another
person, male for female.”
“So then you would not want a woman to cuckold you?”
“Absolutely not, I would hate it with every fiber of my
being?”
“Then why do you write about it?”
“Because it is exciting.
My readers get off on it. A lot
of people are cruel by nature and they want to read about someone having their
life torn apart. They want the guy to
be destroyed. And truthfully that
excites me as well.”
“Wow, you really do have a sadistic side, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do.
One subject that you have not broached is that of betrayal. I absolutely love the idea of people
betrayed and hurt by those they love most.
In Tales of Betrayal you will notice I have included the very dearest of
relationships to tear apart. A wife
betraying her husband, a husband betraying his wife, a woman betrayed by her
friend and mother-in-law and a man betrayed by his entire family led by his
mother. I loved writing those stories
because frankly it is almost impossible to be able to find stories like that.”
“Oh, I almost forgot, in Cruel Wife, Slave Husband you
introduced the idea of chastity. Have
you ever been subjected to that practice?”
“No, but I have done the two ring system for keeping an
erection. It really works but it is
extremely painful. I don’t recommend it
to others but I found it to be wonderfully painful. My only problem was that I had the opportunity to take it off
whenever I wanted and so I did not get the complete effect. Of course maybe that was better since I have
no idea how long a man can keep an erection without having permanent damage done. As far as the chastity idea, I can see the
fascination. I know being excited and
not being able to touch myself is extremely pleasurable. I have never tried a chastity tube but that
I think might be different. If you
cannot fully attain erection it might not be as satisfying.”
“So are you working on any other books at this time?”
“I am kind of in between ideas right now. I am always swirling ideas around in my head
and I imagine something will pop out eventually. There are so many topics that I would like to write about but
seem to be off limits to society today.”
“Really, like what?”
“Oh, I never write about actual rape, although it fascinates
me. I just don’t know how much of my
audience would go along with my idea that the woman could never enjoy the
act. I hate it when someone writes
about a woman being attacked and her body always betrays her and she gets all
wet and has multiple orgasms. Maybe I
will write a story about a rape counselor so I can get to hear all the horror
stories direct from the woman’s mouth and I might even throw in a twist where
the counselor gets excited by making the woman believe she was to blame for the
attack.
And then there is incest.
I love that topic but it is pretty taboo with the mainline press. And of
course women with animals would be a great subject but again hard to get
published.”
“Dear god, you are truly disgusting. Aren’t you afraid that you will lose your
readers from this interview?”
“No, quite the opposite.
I think they will flock to see what added degradation I can dream up.”
The interview was over and I was escorted off the set.
Angela did shake my hand but she did not have much enthusiasm in doing so. I could tell that she had not found our
exchange of ideas to her liking. But as
I left I did catch several of the female employees following me with their
eyes. I did not know if that was
because deep down they had some desires that related to my books, or if they
just wanted to make sure they recognized me so if we ever met again they could
avoid me.
I went back to writing and did not give much thought to what
had transpired with Angela or her crew.
I was somewhat anxious to see what the interview would do to my sales
once it aired. What I did not consider
is how others I knew would react.
I was informed about when the interview would air but I did
not bother to watch it. I figured that
Angela would paint me in the worst possible light and watching it would not
change anything.
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