I listen to a lot of podcasts. You might do it too. There are plenty of podcasts out there with interviews of successful authors, and while not everything applies to an erotica author, most of the information does. One of the interviews today was talking to an author that had a youtube site, and then used that audience to promote her latest books. She grew her audience over the course of a year, while working full time, wrote her book, and released to success because she put the hard work into creating her brand.
Her main point was that not everyone is going to have the success that she did without already having an audience. When pressed with questions on what new authors needed to do to be as successful as she was she answered with this:
“Build your author platform, and then sell to that audience. Don’t talk about yourself, give them what they want; entertainment, information, value.”
Looking at my posts, I see that I’m often just blathering about my story and me, using the blog and steemit as a soapbox to yell about my own travails. No one cares. Really, they don’t want to read about me, me, me, all the time, and I was wrong to think they, you, would.
her interview reminded me that writing isn’t about me, it is about you, the reader. Are YOU getting value, entertainment, or something out of what I’m writing?
So, as we go forward, I’ll be doing my best to provide the reader with value of some kind! I know it is a little more difficult on a daily basis, but at least I’m going to make a go of it.
Today’s “value?” Do the hard slow work of giving your audience what they want. I write erotica; so I’m going to give the sex. I do that with daily poems about fucking, and excerpts from my latest writing that doesn’t give too much away. I’m also going to be discussing aspects of the writing process, and publishing, which I’ve done with Scrivener, and other things.
Your author platform is the base on which you’ve built an audience. For instance if I had a loyal engaged following on steemit or on this blog, that commented on my poems, on my blogs, then I would have a platform to stand on and sell my books to. That has worked to a small degree, and I’ve found that people that read one or two of my books tend to go deep and read them all. There aren’t MANY that do, but those that are read them all. That tells me my covers are bad, and I’m not selling directly to my niche enough. I need a wider platform to stand on to be more noticed and read.
Here is a snippet of today’s prose in Floyd and Sandy’s story:
As always I was captivated how my cock looked pushing into her butt; it was wrong. The dick should be in her pussy, flared wide like a fleshy hug, and the brown “o” ring should be staring at me like a cyclops. Instead I was crammed between her straining ass cheeks, buried up her tightest hole while she moaned and gasped.
“Fuck! Floyd! It is so big; it fills me up so much, but it feels so fucking good.” Sandy moaned, leaning her tits on the white porcelain sink, “fuck my ass. Fuck me!”
“God you look so hot taking my dick!” I said, “your ass is so fucking tight, so fucking good. I want to fuck you forever. Always! I love it so much! Ugh!” I said, slapped her ass then clung to her hips for leverage.
I railed into her butt, slammed full into it losing my shaft in the process, and started sweating.
Sandy’s orgasm blossomed fast, and her legs started shaking, she dipped her head into the sink, and went white knuckled on the sink lip. She flailed her knees like she couldn’t keep her hips up right, and her asshole started shaking with quivering climax. Her cries of pleasure were loud and filled the small space with discordant echos.
“Yes! Yes! I’m cummiing! Oooooh!” She let out loud.
“Oh god! I’m cumming too! Ahhhhh!” I said, letting my spunk blast into her willing ass.
I clung to her hips like I was riding a wild bull, and pumped my orgasm deep inside her.
“Ahh! No! Stop! Ahhhh!” Sandy yelled in shock.
Somehow she’d turned the water faucet on, and the sink was shooting her head with water.
She tried to back up but impaled her ass deeper on my cock. I was cumming and clung to her harder riding the last spasms of my own orgasm.
“MMm! Ahhhhaaaahh! No, stop, Oh god!” Sandy said, finally getting free of the sink, dripping water over her face and laughing.
“I’m covered in water!” She said.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and when I pulled out of her butt cum splattered on the floor and her calves.
“Oh! Now I’m covered in cum too! Help!”
I doubled over laughing, and looked around only seeing a hand dryer and no towels.
“Oh shit, that’s funny. I’m sorry; look there’s no towels.” I said.
“Toilet paper! Help!” She was shaking her hands in the air like she didn’t want to touch anything, and held her leg at an awkward angle so as to not have my cum slide down to her socks and shoes.
“Oh god, Its everywhere and my hair!”
We cleaned up, and Sandy used the dryer to get her hair under control. She gave me a few playful slaps on the shoulder, but laughed about it when I recounted my view; I had started cumming the moment she turned the water on, and couldn’t do anything while I was enraptured by spurting up her butt. God I loved her, and how willing she was to open her puckered little butt for me.
“Think anyone is going to be waiting for us to get out?” She said before we left the public bathroom.
“Oh god, I hope not.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Do you think there is like a line for the bathroom?” she covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh no! They’re going to see us going out together and they’re going to freak out!”
I smiled huge.
“You’re the exhibitionist; I’m just doing this because it turns you on.” I raised my eyebrows. “I think you’re going to beg me to fuck you again if there is a crowd of people waiting when we get out and they all see you and me together. They’ll know we fucked for sure.”
“Oh god! Stop!” She said, horrified, but laughing too.
“We’ll never know until we do,” I said, and pushed the door open into the blinding light.
There was a crowd, and a short line for the bathroom, but there were four different ones to choose from so we hadn’t hogged the only one. Small comfort against the stern disapproval the three moms with kids glared at us while we left. Sandy was all blushing and red faced looking at the floor. She muttered a hurried apology to no one in particular and dragged me away as fast as I could.
I couldn’t help but grin like an imbecile. I’d just fucked the sexiest teenage girl in the ass at a public bathroom while random people had to wait for me to finish cumming inside her breathtaking ass. Jealous women. I almost laughed, but had the decency to hurry after my much much younger girlfriend.