How It All Started [continued]

In 1992 I was working for a large corporation (huge is more like it) with thousands of employees. I worked at the headquarters, a huge building with robot mail trains running through the immensely long corridors and vast parking lots on the periphery. Naturally, since so many people were concentrated in the same place, there was an abundance of gorgeous women working there, a candy shop for one obsessed by the beauty of women, especially black women, like me. I used to park my car each morning at 7 a.m. right across from an enchanting black woman who arrived at the same time each day and parked hers opposite mine. (A nice sociological study could probably be cooked up by examining why people choose particular parts of a large parking lot to park their cars in. One good example: Me. "I park here because Yvette parks here, and I love to look at her.") She had long, flowing black hair, and dark skin and turned out to be an accountant with two children, a husband who also worked for the company though in another location, and a total lack of interest in anything more than a trivial 'office' friendship with me.

Her name was Yvette. If you have read much of Laura's Story you can see where this was leading. I couldn't have this real Yvette, of course; not in the way I wanted to have her. But lots of corporate cog-in-the-wheel jobs leave you with time on your hands and are also occasionally so boring or repetitive that you need some other stimulation to keep you from going into the bathroom and opening your veins. And so, I began noodling away in my cubicle on the Laura story. I began with Karen because I had seen pictures of her in a 'man's magazine' and couldn't get the image of her incredible naked breasts out of my mind. Actually, I had no thought of Yvette at this time, and now I realize that I was skirting the issue in my subconscious by focusing on other sexual targets, fantasy girls from magazines (both Karen and Rina).

How It All Started

I began writing Laura's Story in 1992. It's hard to believe it was that long ago, but when you look at the 300+ chapters you realize it took some time to accumulate the total. Someone once told me it's the longest-running and largest serial fiction on the web, which may be true. I wouldn't know. I don't read much long stuff on the web, and no erotica at all. My theory is that I began writing it simply because I couldn't find anything else, written by anybody else, that would flesh out my own fantasies the way I wanted them fleshed out; which, of course, may be true of all fiction and all fiction writers. In any case, nobody was writing any interracial lesbian erotica that I could find or enjoy, so I began writing my own.



I wrote somewhere close to half of it purely for my own enjoyment. Maybe even more than half, since when I look back now it seems that somewhere in the one-hundred-seventies is where I began to put it up on the web, and realized that there was an audience for it in addition to myself. (There are some consequences of this, which I will get into later, some day, in this blog.) This happened by accident. Or at least not deliberately. I did post one chapter (can't remember which one at this late date) on the alt.sex.stories.moderated (ASSM) newsgroup, just as a lark. One reader of the chapter emailed me and in our subsequent conversation I let him know that there was a lot more where that first one came from.


He encouraged me to put the rest of it up online. The rest is history. Now it has a small but devoted worldwide readership, and new readers joining from time to time. There appears to be an average of about 30-35 readers returning per day, which I take to be a core group of interested readers, and of course many other 'first-timers,' among whom some obviously become return readers too. This amounts to several hundreds, perhaps even several thousands, over the fifteen or so years of its existence. I take some comfort from the fact that though I have several professional writers as friends, people who have published books and magazine pieces widely, I doubt if many of them have had as many readers as the Laura story has had and continues to have. It may be 'just erotica' but lots of readers just love it, to my great pleasure and astonishment.