Romance

Since becoming a sex writer I've discovered that writing about sex can be just as good as having sex. All my articles are based on reality because, for me, it's always more interesting than made-up stories.

I keep the title of my next article in my head with me wherever I go, even to the supermarket. While I'm trying to decide which cheese to buy – mozzarella or Havarti usually – I'm still wondering about which words to choose. It doesn't take long before I search the Venus archives for horny experiences that I've lived through or that my friends have confided in me about. It all helps.

I get so turned on by what I'm writing sometimes that I have to take a break. I check that the battery power is enough in my vibrator before I have my 15 minutes. Using my rabbit also cures any writer's block that I encounter. The details that might have been out of context or vague while I was sitting down at my computer become crystal clear when I'm horizontal. I often think that it is a good thing that sex writers don't have to work in an office when break time comes.

My masochistic nature as a sex writer manifests itself when I've finished the first draft of the article. When I go to bed, I read it through again on my mobile – in the darkness, when I should be sleeping – and write notes to myself if necessary. I never submit anything last thing at night, only in the morning after I have been over it again a few more times.

I could carry on typing this and make more confessions about the working life of a sex writer but I have another article to write... and I need to go to the supermarket for more batteries.