Using descriptives to write about s.e.x.

Just pondering the mysteries of writing, openly.   It’s a nasty weather day out today, and I had a few moments to peruse and clean out my filtered spam~ my goodness, and a Playboy ad, how’d you get in there?

As I browsed some sites today looking for writer’s forums, I realized that there is such an outrageous smut-o-meter about erotica and romance.  What one person calls smut, another calls eloquence.  What another calls pornographic, another yawns and says it’s boring them to tears.  Every writer is different, and that’s wonderful because there are all kinds of genre tastes and writing/reading preferences.

I joined a great writer’s forum today.  EROTICA.  Yep that’s me.  Count me in.  I have a crazy, monogamous life and an insatiable appetite to write about love and intimacy.

Read some chapters from others works.

Sat back in my chair and gulped dryly…. holy mama of where’s the condiments…?

Where’s the cheese, the mayo, the spicy jalapenos?  A juicy surprise mess in my lap?  Augh.   My palate was so parched- orally and sexually.  I couldn’t visualize the concept of what the writer was trying to get me to feel.  I guess the moment was lost on me.

I love descriptive writing in all its forms and my friskiness sags when I read minimals on special moments.  It’s fiction, guys.  Lovely, naughty, spicy fiction.  Have fun with it.  Play, experiment.

I always believed the goal is to try our damndest to slip you into the character and feel every emotion possible- all the roller-coaster highs and lows and pleasures in between.

Sex is erotic, special and perhaps shouldn’t be described as stereo instructions..

oh you know… “he stuck peg A in hole B and used the big screwdriver with that special oil can and then the neighbor’s wife showed up with her man’s hammer and the babysitter and she took pictures.”

That was just as erotic as the screwdriver I used this morning to swap license plates on my rig in the snow.  And oh yes, I used the flat AND the Phillips.  How risque of me.

It could be a disaster downfall of mine one day… flunking a writing course because I can’t write in a stereo instruction manual way.. because I never could draw abstract either.  I get lost in detail, for hours, drawing- and it’s identical with my writing.

I must remind myself, there are those that need the complete immersion of the experience.. and the “quickie” for others that don’t wish to be overcome with wordage.

For me, then there’s the big question… why skimp on the special?  Sometimes I use the basic body part words but mostly I enjoy different ways to describe something.  There are a million different ways to describe a woman’s most intimate parts, along  with the five senses.

I guess I’m heavy into condiments and some people love it dry.




One thought on “Using descriptives to write about s.e.x.

  1. You realise using a Phillip’s screwdriver is illegal in 20 American States? You dog you!

    Anyhoo – I had the task of writing a graphic sex scenes without using any of the usual words. Here’s an excerpt from my book ‘iNation’.
    The approach I used was to describe the effects of wild, abandoned sex rather than the acts thereof….

    ‘The fluorescent moon gazed down from the ceiling with a wistful smile. Xavier looked like he’d been dragged backwards through a wet hedge. Zani was sure her right fang was loose and her ankles had bruises round them……..They lay under the bed and looked up at the springs. The label on the mattress said $35. Zani thought, ‘seems a lot of money for something to burst that easy?’……..She limped into the kitchen with Xavier in tow. They sat in the kitchen area eating ice cream with the refrigerator door open to cool them down. Xavier’s skin had salt rime on it in places. Zani’s hair looked as if it had seen a tonsorial ghost…….
    She said, ‘Want me to take the computer application over and pass it on?’
    He said, ‘You were listening? I though you had passed out with all the horizontal jogging?’
    She said, ‘Listen Betty Swallocks. When the foreplay is over you’ll be the first to know.’
    He said, ‘OK Zanickerless, but let’s go down to the bunker…….It’ll get us out of this room. It smells like a Zambian zoo at high noon. And a stud like me knows when to give a lady some down-time.’……Xavier fell back as an open litre tub of melted ice cream landed upside down on his crotch. Zani ran through into the cyjo and hid in the fighter craft cockpit. ‘Could be time to join the five million mile high club?’……..Later they showered for ninety minutes. The ceiling to floor glass pane collapsed somehow and they had to be careful. The floor was littered with pebbles from the hardened glass…….They got dressed and Zani managed to find a dress that hadn’t been shredded and got it on. With difficulty. She was sure her spinal column was permanently damaged….

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