Regency Erotica, but Make it Feminist

I believe that a writer must love their story in order for it to be any good.  I write stories about women who save themselves, women who choose their own happiness, and women who are brave enough to honor their own desires.  
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This is not a trope we see enough of, especially in historical romance.  Surely there were some women who struggled with their sensual desires?  Could not one lady brazenly feel up a hot neighbor without being branded an unconscionable harlot?  Must we all be so very reluctant?  In youth (or any age, really), love and sex are jumbled together, and we make mistakes.  What better drama than the shame that comes from enjoying a good-yet-forbidden ravishing? 

Yet, the reality of the priggish worldview during the Regency era in England was genuinely sobering.  Promiscuity, homosexuality, and generally deviant sexual pleasures were legitimately dangerous propositions.  Did that stop them from happening?  Of course not.

The challenge of writing historical erotic fiction is toeing that line between social expectations (and the dire consequences of expulsion) and the indomitable sexual desires inherent to humanity.  That said, it is an extremely satisfying exercise.

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