From sensual to erotic
Ever since my first erotic romance was published in 2009 that is all I have written since. Why did I make the transition from sensual to erotic romances? Well, it was actually a very gradual transformation. When I wrote my first romance novel at 18, the sex scene was very tepid. I was embarrassed that someone would read it. Yep, I was afraid of blushing at the very idea of someone reading about sex.
Surprisingly, that gets easier the more you write about it. Having experience in sexual matters also greatly increases the realism. The more i wrote my romances, the more detailed the sex became. I went from hating the idea of anyone reading them, to looking forward to the feedback. Now, I’m not happy unless someone tells me they had to take a cold shower afterwards. LOL
What helped me bridge the gap between sensual and erotic sex scenes was joining one of those fantasy role playing sites. This allowed me to become a male character online as well as interacting with other women’s male characters and let them explore their sexual wild sides. Doing this not only opened the door, but tore the dang thing off its hinges as far as my ability and enjoyment of writing sex scenes between men and women (no same sex for this gal, unless it’s two guys having fun with one woman).
My last few sensual novels have highly sexual scenes in them, but it wasn’t until I was asked to spice up Painful Reflections to be published as erotic that I ever attempted to cross that final boundary. For those who don’t quite know the difference, erotic romance not only has the explicit sex but also the explicit language. All the sexy words that you can’t use in polite conversation can be finally used. It’s quite therapeutic to be able to say whatever you want and not worry about offending anyone. Afterall, people who read erotica know what to expect from it.
Of course there are many levels and heats of erotica, some of which I will never write about. This of course includes same sex couples as well as S&M or bondage, though I have played a bit with the latter aspect. It’s fun to push the envelope when it comes to writing. It is my hope that one day I will write something so wicked that I will need to create a new name to publish it under! So far, my mother has read everything I’ve written, though I admit I toned down my recent story, Sierra Sky, for her. There were a few shocking moments, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. ;-)
Sunday Snog
The following is a snippet of the first kiss between Sierra and Dathu from my upcoming erotic sci-fi romance novel, Sierra Sky, to be published by Total-e-bound in January 2012.
His strong arms pulled her toward him, and he made her look into his eyes. “This was not my doing, princess. I would rather die than see you in the arms of another man.”
She tried to blink away the tears, knowing the sincerity in his voice was real. “Then stop it,” she whispered.
Pain washed across his face as he shook his head. “I wish I could, Sierra, but I’m nothing more than a slave.”
She cleared her throat and shook her head. “No, you’re so much more than that.” She wet her dry lips with a parched tongue and clung to his shirt. “Please…help me.”
His gaze dropped to her lips, and she watched several emotions cross his gorgeous features. He slowly exhaled and gritted his teeth. “God help me.” His lips met hers in an explosion of passion. Her tears wet both their mouths as tongues met and grappled in an age-old war. He groaned in pain and pleasure as his strong arms pressed her to him.
Her fingers sifted through his long coarse hair, gripping fistfuls to hold his mouth in place, as she feasted on him. He tasted as good as he smelled, and she could die happy knowing she had sampled him. Though knowing how well he f**ked would still be a nice mystery to solve. Her tail instinctively wrapped around them both, the tip hovering, not sure where to go.
Dathu pulled away abruptly, his breathing labored. “We cannot do this.”
“Why not?” Her mouth dipped to reclaim his, but he stopped her.
“Sierra, please. This could kill me.”
Confused, she looked around the chamber. “Do you fear my father?”
He shook his head and stood, unwrapping her tail to put some distance between them. “He is the least of my worries right now.”
She noticed he held a hand over his communicator as he backed away from her, though lowering her gaze revealed the erection he hid beneath his dark trousers. Her eyes widened at the size of him, and she smiled. He fidgeted under her appraisal and groaned once more before turning away. “Damn it, have pity on me. Do you wish my death?”
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