Well, I think maybe it's like this. Any porn, *ahem* erotica, writer lives with the vague (or not so vague) concern that anyone who reads their work will assume that they are dirty sex-obsessed psychos on some level.
Since most men
are dirty sex-obsessed psychos on some level, this vague feeling would thus hit too close to home and make them inhibited and afraid that the world would discover the TRUTH! about them.
For me (much to Prisocisor's continued noisy chagrin) I am not a dirty sex-obsessed psycho on any level, really, except just the normal average adult female amount (which when compared to *some* men {certainly not naming any names

} can look like zilch, even though it's not.)
I found the first NC 17 I wrote to be merely a literary challenge. Could I pull it off with more class than some of the stuff you run into? Then (as happens to me) the story ran away with me (becoming the as-yet-unfinshed Coitus series). So I still throw some NC 17 in since that's how this story started.
But, much like a dinner you make yourself, the fun is had mostly by others. Writing
anything one painful word at a time and proofing it till you are gnashing your teeth with unattainable perfectionism de-titillates even the steamiest of scenes.
So.... now I'm going to try and pry open an interesting can o' worms over at the
Blue household and prod
BnB to do what he is secretly thinking of doing (or he wouldn't have brought it up). Last time Blue said he couldn't do something, we prodded him, and he gave it a try and now lookit him: he's one of the more prolific writers around here! Wonder what'll happen now?
Prod: give it a try mister! Be not inhibited! Get your characters ficcing!