Generally I would say that to write a story as a way to materialize one's fantasies may be good therapy and/or masturbatory practice, but it makes for lousy erotic literature. Good writers use their fantasies, but they also transcend them, use others', deliberately break boundaries (pushing the envelope is part of the literary fun, whereas it breaks the real life one), so that any story which raises questions about the writer's sanity or balance of mind is in itself (IMHO) a bad story.

Some stories do carry a tremendous amount of anger/hatred towards women; I find them frightful, and frightfully boring (Woodburn's stories come to mind). Other stories, quite as horrific in content, but devoid of any perdonal agenda of hatred or contempt, lead me to erotic bliss. Go figure.