There are much more than enough erotic stories uploaded to the Web on a daily basis to satisfy the demand of any one person. Unless a story is of the absolute highest quality or caters to an incredibly specific fetish, there is simply nothing special about it. -- (quote from Galaxy Bounce)
Reasonable minds may differ. Permit me to offer a divergent view. I come from way back beyond the internet age. To me, the whole idea of an ordinary bloke with an internet connection being able to address an audience of thousands of people around the world with strokes on the keyboard, that to me is still an innovation of staggering import.
To contemplate the idea that out of seven billion souls there may be a hundred or a thousand who see things the way I do, to be able to extend my thoughts to them, and occasionally to have those thoughts reflected and refracted back to me over the next few days or weeks, that is a more than workable substitute for the ancient way of sitting around the campfire or gathering in the manor house of a winter evening to listen to songs and stories.
I speak as a reader, not an author. I've tried writing stories, but the more I try, only to disappoint myself, the more respect I have for those who do it well, or maybe even not so well, but still showing flashes of brilliance, signs of talent that can be developed.
It's not as if the world is awash in erotica websites. Yes, now that we've found a few, and have them constantly at our fingertips, it may seem like an abundance. I would call it more a bare sufficiency, and even that teetering on the edge of existence. I have seen fine websites rise and crash. I have seen great talents appear and disappear. Many are the classic stories I wish I had archived and preserved somehow for posterity, but they are now only a vaguely delicious memory for me.
I dream of a day when paradise will be restored, and the world will have no cares other than to wake and sleep, eat, drink and make babies. If that won't happen, then at least let me sit for an hour a day and read other peoples' tales of how they have the same dream.
Lots of these people are crazy in the eyes of the civilized world. Me too, probably. So! What do the civilized know?: how to drop bombs, withhold taxes, defraud the innocent, spin webs of legislation, steal anything not nailed down, uproot trees, lay down asphalt, fill the sea with plastic trash and put people in jail for having no money.
I concede that there are a lot of stories uploaded every day, and ninety-nine percent of them are not my cup of tea. Lots of days I get no tea to drink. So when I do find something to my taste, I think a word of thanks to the author for having the good sense to think like I do, that's the least I can do.
We are not nameless, soul-less cybersprites adrift on the ether. I am real, you're real. Don't let the 'bots wash away your humanity.