Procreative Fiction

Writers, I believe, have a moral obligation to depict the types of sex that they enjoy, even if others are uncomfortable about such activities. That's why the vast majority of my fiction, even that which involves heterosexual couples, includes scenes of anal intercourse, often, in fact, to the exclusion of vaginal intercourse. I love cocks, balls, buttocks, and anuses, so my fiction is full of them (and breasts). By comparison, you will only rarely find detailed descriptions of vaginal intercourse or even of pussies, or, for that matter, cunnilingus. These types of sex are there, but not in profusion. By contrast, nearly every one of my short stories and novels feature anal intercourse, whether between men and women or (as is more often the case, between two men or a man and a shemale).

I celebrate anal intercourse, especially its homosexual variety. In a sense, I rub my reader's face in it. Most of the time, I suspect that my reader has selected such a story to read because he or she also enjoys anal intercourse and, therefore, likes to read about it. I want to sustain such interest.

The reader I'm really after, though, is the man or woman who is curious about anal intercourse but hasn't made up his or her mind yet whether to add it to his or her repertoire (either sexual or imaginative), but who is willing, at least, to try it on for size, so to speak, by reading about fictional characters who are depicted as engaging in, and enjoying, this act. I want to win these readers over.

I want them to come down strongly on the side of anal intercourse as not only desirable in itself but also as preferable to vaginal sex.

Why?

Again, the answer is relatively simple.

I want readers to like what I like. I want them to accept and to enjoy, to celebrate and to endorse my interests and preferences, my orientation and obsessions: circumcised penises; balls; relatively smooth scrotums; feminine asses; men's asses that are sleek, compact, and firm; medium- to small-size tits; Caucasians; and blondes.