Well, let's leave pure lust for a moment and ask about love. When a romantic connection can never be sated, what does it mean for a life? Growth, I guess. And that's the arena of the erotic writer, surely.
I love what we do in erotica, am proud of what we ask folks to own and face. But here's what I'm questioning more and more: can we ever tap the desperate need that's never sated? Maybe that's not our arena.
Or maybe it truly is.