I sincerely believe we all have a song, book, or at the very least a story inside us that is worth sharing with the rest of the world. Unfortunately I cannot sing to save my life. I once asked a female acquaintance to read an erotic fiction story I had written and to give me her opinion. Keep in mind this was a lady with whom I was just social friends with. After a few weeks had passed without any response I contacted her only to find out that she was upset with me. I still haven’t been able to convince her the story wasn’t my personal experience. I found that most flattering, to think a story I had made up could have brought on such a reaction. Jealousy maybe? Yes it is possible to do some research and write a story about my walking on the moon, but I don’t think I could be convincing enough to make it SEEM true. Now the erotic fiction I write is a different story (no pun intended). You be the judge.