At what point does one cross the line from romance to erotica?
I tend to be of the opinion that erotica is pornography, just the less harshly-phrased spectrum thereof. I think that anything more than implied sex pushes one into an erotic scene, though the journey from that point to "main-stream pornography" is a long one.
Is erotica simply the realm in which one is nibbling at tiny morsels of story between sexual encounters, and romance the realm in which one is nibbling at tiny morsels of sexual encounters scattered through long stretches of story? Is it possible to maintain a balance of both and appeal to both readerships?
Food for my thought, in any case.
On a related note, Marie doodled me this:
I was too charmed not to share.
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