“They took turns worshipping one another's feet: the smooth tops, the calloused bottoms, the perfect plane of the sole, the toes and the creased spaces between. Andrew's feet were not like others'. They weren't as soft, since he had walked the world barefoot. The bottoms more closely resembled, yes, stone, tough and hard, and Leviathan spent days softening them with circular motions of his fingers. Every night was a massage that gave way to naked wonder.”
I wrote a piece of erotica in a highly literary style, a bit tongue-in-cheek, but also serious, as only art and play can be. I submitted to “The Best” first - what did I have to lose? Rob Rosen bought it, though he changed the original title from French to English and removed a couple of cultural references. I thought he was insulting the intelligence of erotica readers.