WIWWIW Esme

WIWWIW: Esme

To start, I confess to a preference for certain Literotica story categories above others, in particular Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Erotic Couplings, and Mature. I have also enjoyed many of the nude day and nude in public entries from various authors and years. I like Riverboy's Handyman's Memoir series. It was one of the first series I discovered and it seemed to me to be a nice combination of both categories. Additionally, in that series and in his first installment of Tucker's Studio and The Neighbors, Riverboy didn't shy away from older protagonists. I'm older myself.

Another thing I will claim is a propensity to prefer stories expressing a gentler eroticism. Oh, I like to write explicitly, but tend to shy away from expressions that include hitting, lots of yelling, cursing in the context of regular and excited sexual dialog, or lots of more aggressive descriptions: "pounding," "stretching." Graphic violence doesn't figure into my personal fantasies and so I don't write about that.

A quick side note: As of this writing, Esme's Rambles has been published. I'm working on the second draft of Esme Goes Narrowboating. Actually, I'm also looking for a proofreader if anyone wants to volunteer to look over Esme's next adventure before publication.

At first, I didn't have a character. I visited a beach in Barcelona and saw a young topless woman standing in the surf, facing the beach. Eventually, her nonchalant and normalized public exposure percolated the notion, how does the view on public nudity vary by country. I found references to the German custom of FKK and the fact that their coed saunas were conducted in the nude. The real seed for the story came when I found that Great Britain have published specific guidelines for enforcement of laws restricting public nudity. Boiled down basically, if police receive a complaint and if the naked person isn't engaged in lewd or disorderly conduct, public nudity was okay. One is free to hike, walk, garden, swim, bike, sit in your back yard, whatever, in the nude and it is allowed.

Out of that ether, I created Esme. Here, I should confess I'm not a metrics man. Chest dimension, cup size, areolas bigger than a £2 coin, 10-inch dicks as big around as a beer can, none of these measurements are my kind of thing. I prefer to reference abundances or slight deficiencies thereof in a general descriptive way and rely on the reader to match that to their own imagination or fantasies. Few of my characters even have hair or eye color. Where I think it makes sense, the ladies are either shaved, have a topiary trim, or are hirsute. I usually leave eye and hair color to the reader. I sometimes have to revert to adopting more or less formal terms for body parts instead of things like "the fold that exists between the base of the buttocks at the top of the leg." And while sometimes I provide exact ages, I tend to think of my female protagonists in terms of a more vintage woman, a woman who might well have both children and a marriage under her belt so to speak. She is someone who doesn't lose sight of her physical sexual presence and acts (sometimes shyly) on her desires and drives. She has the moxie to tell people what she wants and to try new things.

So in Esme's Rambles, the heroine is introduced to pubic nudity, finds out about naked rambling, finds a club, meets people, strays into lewd and disorderly behavior in public, and gets caught. I thought I was done and dusted with Esme when I finished and posted her story.

On an extended visit to London, I was strolling around some of the canals in the Docklands where narrowboats were moored. They intrigued me. I watched some videos about life on the water and some new ideas began to percolate. Subsequently, I saw a news item about an upcoming No Trousers Tube Ride. It had only a few details, but enough that I felt I could piece something together. I already had a character with an implied London residency so I decided to send Esme on some new adventures.

Sometimes a character leads the story along and that's what happened. I finished the first draft of Esme Goes Narrowboating and was in the process of reviewing it. I had initially written Eddie as the male character that assists her on her Tube adventure. He was introduced as the leader of the naked rambling club in Esme's Rambles. However, on a read through, I realized that Eddie had to have a wife and although she wasn't mentioned specifically, she must accompany Eddie on their rambles. I had described all the participants in Esme's first ramble as married couples except for Esme and three bachelors. Eddie wasn't one of the bachelors.

That's when I created Harold to step in and help Esme out. I couldn't go back and change Eddie's marital status in Esme's Rambles so I just inserted Harold's background and went forward with the story from there. As I was creating him, for whatever reason, I decided he needed a wife who was unable to accompany him. I thought Harold should love his disabled wife and have an open and completely honest relationship with her. As I was writing him in, my mind wandered to D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover and it occurred to me that Esme, Harold, and his wife could well be a triangular relationship similar to Lady Constance, Sir Clifford, and Oliver but with the roles mixed up.

Readers might notice that as whiskey goes, my preference is bourbon. I'll also admit that the bourbon available in Great Britain and Europe are what I consider to be "mixing" quality. Yes, even Maker's. You can't get single barrel, barrel proof, craft bourbons. I have to bring them myself. I'm also a fan of the Aperol Spritz; nothing is much better on a hot, sunny afternoon. I won't bore you, reader, with my wine preferences other that to say I like both old and new world styles of red and white wines (yeah, you're right, that covers about everything).

So, for what it's worth, that's the gist of how Esme came to be. I haven't decided whether or not to continue her adventures. We'll see after I get Esme Goes Narrowboating posted. Maybe, she'll visit one of the Mediterranean beaches in Spain. I'll have to think about that, because somehow there also has to be Cava.