Welcome to "Seducing the Neighbor"!

Wow, so this is a biggie! This was originally supposed to be another MILF erotica short story. Well, MILF erotica it is, yet a short story it definitely is not. In ended up being some 49,000-odd words, which pushes it well into "novel" territory.

I didn't intend it to be this way. After writing "Seducing the Masseur" and "Seducing the Art Student", I figured this would just be another short story where an older woman in her thirties or forties ends up seducing some hot, young stud because she was feeling horny. Indeed, that's what it is. However, I wasn't prepared for how the tale rapidly expanded when I used the concept of "Neighbor".

Having a hot boy living next door is a situation that needed a lot more build-up than you might expect. Under what circumstances would a woman seduce her next-door neighbor? If he lives next door, why hasn't she seduced him already before this time? Why would she suddenly get horny for him for no reason if she never bothered before? Why would he be interested in an older woman who lives next door if he's hot, sexy and handsome? Why wouldn't he find someone more his own age, some sexy babe more suitable for his circle of friends? Hmmm!

Furthermore, this is erotica, not romance. How realistic is it for a woman significantly older than him to fall desperately in love with him like some lovesick teenage girl? Wouldn't she be wary, concerned about the age gap? Maybe he's immature.

So, erotica it is, then. Yet this genre brings it's own issues. An erotic romance is just a romance with lots of sex in it. Nevertheless, the romance is that which drives the story. The sex is just extra. However, erotica is a story where the sex is central to the development of the two characters. No sex means no development, so no story, no matter how in love they might be (or not).

So then I had to think of how on earth an older woman would get this development just by having sex with the guy next door. Is it really gonna be that earth-shaking a ride that she ends up having mind-blowing orgasms with a guy who she sees walking up to mailbox every day? What realistic scenario can I possibly come up with where this would transpire? Decisions, decisions!

So it was, then, that what seemed to be a simple plot suddenly expanded into this epic, novel-length work. How did I do it? Find out in the next post!

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