I had a quick look back at Wild Caught... (still on sale at Amazon, for the moment at least) last night and there’s something I’ve noticed: pretty much all the sex in the sequel (working title: Breaking The Chains) is consensual. In the first one, there was a lot of forced/coerced fucking. In this one, OK most of the characters are at it like rabbits, but it’s all sex both partners want to have… if there’s a partner involved, obviously, since there are a few masturbation scenes, too.
As far as porn goes, then, this second story is a lot more “mainstream”, but still does occasionally veer off into some slightly odd SF porn.
If I have ANY regular readers, please let me know. It’s a bit lonely in here, and for someone fighting depression, like my good self, it’s heartening to know that there’s someone out there.
So if there is, please leave a comment or something. That way, when I do take a spiral down (which will happen at some point), I can hold onto the evidence that someone does actually give a shit.
Anyway. Not been too bad recently. The job bumps along. Looks like a colleague is well and truly fucked off (and I can’t really blame him, based on what’s been happening and the changes of circumstances he’s been through recently), and is planning to resign in February. I’ll miss him. His truly (deliberately) awful jokes and puns really did help lighten the mood.
The experiment into dropping my dose of sertraline to 100mg per day seems to be working. Although I’ve got less resistance built in to spirals, I do feel somewhat more in control and a bit more present. So that’s a good thing.
Really do need to start going to the gym again, though. I managed regular visits for nearly a month, but a few days of feeling crap have lead to me not going for something like a fortnight now.
I need to do something about that. The workouts help the brain chemistry and therefore help the depression (and also help with the inevitable weight increases caused by the drugs), so this is something I really do need.
Something I also need to do is get back into writing. I was somewhat (pleasantly) shocked to actually get a few quid from my novella, Wild Caught Are Always Better (available from many good ebook retailers… and probably a few dodgy ones, too – click on the link if you have a Kindle or use Kindle software). It seems to be heading off into cyberpunk, which is interesting, not least for me as I watch it develop as I write it.
Might try and write a couple more paragraphs at least before I go to bed tonight.
So yeah… the epic 2000+ words sex scene. Bit of a marathon, that. Certainly in terms of the writing. When you get to read it, you’ll hopefully notice that I tried to keep it interesting by swapping viewpoint and going into first person via the two protagonists’ thoughts.
This writing erotica isn’t the easiest thing to do. I’m learning a lot from reading some of the amateur stuff that’s out there on Literotica.com and also stuff I’ve picked up from Amazon’s Kindle store by the likes of Narcissa Rivers, SL Hadley and Emma Tilton.
The thing about reading other people’s stuff is that you learn what works for you and what doesn’t. You can then use that to inform how you write. They can also show you how NOT to write. One of the above authors definitely has moments of that. Usually where their use of words lets them down, making things a little… twee. For one of the worst examples of twee-ness, I can excuse it by referencing the POV character. It’s how they probably would have put something, but when that carries across… Nah. Then again, the author in question does keep their stuff readable and manages to create situations where the readers do want to know what happens next.
I know I’ve probably absorbed some of the style of all three of those writers mentioned above as well as the likes of Warren Ellis, Mike Carey, Douglas Adams, Michael Moorcock, Terry Pratchett and everyone else whose work I’ve ever read.
The porn-y bits, though, are largely from my own experience and imagination. They always say to write from experience, and since I’ve actually had sex, I can draw on that. OK, it’s never been as kinky as some of the stuff I’ve written, but that’s where imagination is used to extrapolate from experience. Some authors who shall remain nameless, but have multi-million dollar adaptations made of their modified Twi-shite slash fic don’t seem to have had that experience and rely on a not particularly active imagination…
One thing that’s worth mentioning is that when you’re writing this sort of thing, watching porn definitely helps. It’s more to do with camera angles and making the scene hold together more than what happens in the scene. There’s a certain narrative flow that the readers have come to expect. Usually because that’s how actual sex tends to go, and porn is a fantastical version of what tends to go on, rather than being an accurate depiction. After all, since when has real sex ever gone on for 20-odd minutes once arousal has been achieved on both sides?
So that’s something of a rambling glimpse into how I write erotica (or porn – although since I’m actually using imagination and depicting it with a medium of some kind, it can legitimately be called art). Why not have a go?
If you’re wondering why there’s a photo of Monique Alexander on this post… I’m a real sucker for a girl with purple hair. Or any sort of non-natural colour (we’re talking shades of blue, red and purple). Tattoos are definitely a bonus and are part of my personal turn-ons list, but only if well done.
Buy my porn! I’ve written some smut. Here’s the links: Wild Caught Are Always BetterAmazon | Smashwords
Just to prove I’m capable of writing more than kinky lesbian, toy-based and forced sex, here’s the build-up to some hetero action from Breaking The Chains…
Shan’s tongue played over her lips as she started to walk slowly towards where her young partner was stood. The way she walked made her hips swing seductively as she approached. Jamie could smell her perfume and something else buried deep. Her gloved fingers slid slowly up the skintight slick material that made up her camosuit, caressing her curves as they moved upwards from her belt, taking time over her toned abs and across her right breast and the lump that hinted at a piercing there, before she took the zip between her thumb and first finger and slowly slid it down, one set of teeth at a time.
By the time Shan was within touching distance of her young partner, her suit was unzipped to her waist. Jamie had a close-up view of her full breasts and silky skin, slightly slick with perspiration from the suit. She reached out and her fingers made contact with his chest. His pectoral muscle twitched involuntarily at the caress. Shan’s eyes flicked down to his crotch and a slight smile played across her lips as she noticed a familiar shape beginning to form. Her eyes moved back up his body, taking in every contour, past the wiry stubble on his face, up into his pale blue eyes.
With a gentle push, Shan steered Jamie towards the wall, her eyes locked onto his. Her other hand, still gloved, traced the opposite path to her eyes, ending on her partner’s rapidly swelling manhood. With practised ease, she unfastened his belt and the fasteners on the lower half of his camosuit with one hand whilst gently and seductively stroking her fingers across his face, tracing the line of his cheekbones, curving around the back of his ear and down onto his neck.
Obviously I’ve not even got to the actual sex yet.