Do Characters in Erotic Novels have to find Love?

It’s a question I’m asked all the time: Will Cassie end up with Will?  Can they have a happily ever after? In the S.E.C.R.E.T Trilogy (yes, it’s going to be a trilogy—so be patient), love’s an accidental outcome of great sex; it’s not the goal. It isn’t that I’m against love. I just don’t think it’s a vital ingredient for sexual exploration. In fact, sometimes love’s an impediment during that exploratory time when it’s hard to be selfish about what pleases you physically and sexually if your priority is another person’s feelings.

In case you aren’t familiar with the premise, my erotic novel S.E.C.R.E.T. is about a women-run sex club that trains and recruits all manner of men to satisfy the sexual cravings of one lucky woman they choose. The group believes that if you open yourself up (so to speak) sexually, its positive affects can cascade into other areas of your life—your confidence increases, generosity abounds, and you learn to be fearless—all which have a palliative affect on your life, and your ability to seek out (healthy, real) love.

Obviously many readers do want love with their sex. BUT I also think many readers just want sex with their sex–sex between adults who don’t have a whole lot of issues to work out except for how to get the other one naked, now. They’re not working through childhood trauma, they’re not healing deep sexual wounds, they’re just looking for physical intimacy with other game individuals. In S.E.C.R.E.T., love happens—it just happens eventually. Love is the lucky byproduct of sexual intimacy. It’s not the only ingredient. Unless you count self-love.