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Erotica: A text declined

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I have racked up yet another “first.” I submitted a very short story to two publishers. One of the publishers, the first to respond, declined my story, Sandy Dancing. They told me that one of their live reviewers read it, and feels that it is:

“…Erotica: The content is primarily of an erotic nature, intended to stir sexual desire.”

Huh? I was floored at the comment. I have a strong hunch that the live reviewer quit reading in the middle of the story. Too bad; for this person would really have been surprised.

It’s the publisher’s choice; so be it. However, Amazon took it, published it, and I’m pleased. If you’re at all curious about this issue, here’s a link to my very first declined story, for being too erotic:

Holiday week end

Beach Crowd

John Bresnahan stopped walking. “What’s the matter? Why did you stop John, what are you looking at?” His wife Elizabeth asked.

 The septuagenarians stood on the hard packed sand the retreating surf left behind. The white haired lady followed her husband’s gaze.  The beach was jammed with people.

 It was Memorial Day week end, plus the inland temps skirted the 96 degree mark. And then the tall gentleman’s wife found what John was staring at.

 “I told you to put your teeth in before we left for our walk, John. Okay, I see what you’re looking at. You’ll begin to drool in a minute; close your mouth.”

 “Do you see that, Elizabeth?”

 “Yes. John. I see her. Times have changed, people just don’t care anymore. She must be nearly 35 years old. Oh well, I guess it’s time for her to go home. But boy, I’ll never get used to seeing a woman remove her bathing suit, and completely expose herself on a public beach like that. “

 Elizabeth watched the naked woman step into a pair of shorts, reach down, and take her time slipping into a loose fitting shirt. “Wow. Some suntan. Did you see the white marks her bathing suit left? Little skimpy top, and a sling shot of a bottom I’ll bet.”

 “What?”

 “The bathing suit marks. Her tan marks!”

 “The hell you talkin’ about honey? I just spotted the little green houses. You know the rest rooms. Toilets. They’re up there, to the right of the dunes. And I gotta pee like a mule.”