I like sex. You’re here, so I’m guessing you like it, too.
Sex comes in many permutations and combinations. From multiple partners, to multiple fetishes, to (hopefully) multiple orgasms, there are many means of sexual expression.
This raises the question: is there such a thing as too much sex?
There was one particularly kinky weekend that started with one man and his toys and quickly grew to… But that’s a story for another time.
As a writer, I mean, more specifically, is there such a thing as too much sex in the stories you read? Is a smattering of sexual relationships enough to satisfy or do you prefer the characters to be randy sluts?
And how far should the sexual activities go? Kissing, while arousing when done correctly, would be, to my thinking, on the low end of the erotica scale.
How graphic should the descriptions be?
Purple prose, whereas it may be poetic, seems pretty lame to me. When I read erotica, I want to be able to get into the mood being experienced by the characters, rather than figuring out what the bleep the author is trying to convey. The succulent aroma of her sweet nectar drove him deeper within her mysterious blossoming flower. What? He’s a gardener? Is this penetration or oral? Euphemisms are one thing; being cryptic is another.
It reminds me of the woman who arrived home excited about shopping at Good For Her. “They’ve got flavoured contraceptive foam!*” she squealed.
“Really?” Her partner was intrigued.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla–”
“So, what flavour did you buy?” her lover enquired, relishing the thought of a new taste sensation while muff diving.
“Tuna!” she replied, proving how easy it is to misunderstand a situation.
On the other end of the speculum, I mean, spectrum, there are descriptions usually equated with pornography. These are the blunt words. The dirty words. The words that would get your mouth washed out with soap if your mother heard you say them as opposed to reading them in the latest copy of Pillow Talk hidden under the Bible in her night stand. You know the words I mean. Even these words run the gamut from mild to overtly offensive. Pussy, at least I think, is a fairly tame word. And I like cock. (No, really, ask around. I really like cock.) Perhaps it has to do with the level of arousal in the characters. Romantic love play by the fire might involve tame, more poetic descriptors. Hard and horny going at it in the back of a pool hall would use more earthy words. From the cerebral to the animal.
With all this in mind, I have decided to do a couple of things: 1. Ask you, hot reader, what your preferences are; and 2. Provide you with both fascinating stories and scintillating smut. Sometimes we want lots of foreplay. Other times we just want to get slammed up against the nearest wall and taken. So, whether you want slow and romantic, or fast and dirty, stick around for some highly arousing literature.
Now it’s your turn to fess up. When you read erotica, what kinds of words push your hot buttons?
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