As a fiction writer, my characters can do anything I want
them to, any time, any place, any way. But as any Spiderman fan knows, “With
great power comes great responsibility.”
It isn’t enough to place a sex scene in an unusual setting. There is more to a sex scene than merely
making the female and male parts fit together. The scene still has to be
believable within the context of the work.
When it comes to writing a sex scene, I have a basic
checklist:
A) Set up: is there enough background to support the
scene?
Tom dropped the letters into the mailbox slot. He
flipped the door several times to make sure that all of the letters fell into
the box. Mary, a tall, buxom business woman waiting to deposit her letter
tapped her foot impatiently. He turned to her, “Is there a problem?” Their eyes met, the untamed fire in hers
immediately lighting a fire in his groin. He ripped open her blouse as she
unfastened his belt.
This scenario doesn’t seem likely even for a hand-held
camera, 8mm black and white porno. There needs to be a believable build up,
however unlikely the setting. Part, or even a substantial portion, of the build
up can occur offstage in indirect action. But the buildup is still necessary.
The more improbable the setting, the greater the need for a solid foundation
for a sex scene. Even if the scene is just casual sex for the sake of having
sex, the characters still need to connect in a believable manner. If the reader
remains skeptical that the characters are about to have sex in the scene, then
the scene will fail.
B) Foreplay: is there enough?
Bill hit “play”, and set the remote on the arm of the
black, leather couch. He put his arm around Suzy, who snuggled closer. She
turned her head, and opened her mouth for a kiss. His tongue met hers as he
rucked up her skirt. He drove into her powerfully, as relentless as a force of
nature.
This is a bit thin on details. The reader is probably
going to need a bit more information on their feelings and reactions to tactile
stimulation before reaching the “force of nature” bit.
C) Temporal consistency and mechanics: does the sex scene
work from a technical point of view?
One problem that I’ve found in sex scenes that I’ve
edited is that the mechanics of the scene are off. In one memorable scene, the
couple is coupling fiercely. Two paragraphs later, she unzips his slacks and
takes his cock out. Being old fashioned, I suggested that the paragraphs needed
to be reversed. In another scene, the man held her breast in one hand and
fingered her dripping pussy with the other. She moaned as he pulled her hair.
My question as the editor was, pulled her hair with what? His teeth?
D) Originality: 1) what makes this scene different from
the other sex scenes in the book?
Chapter Three: Mary slowly did a scissors split,
impaling herself, as she slid down Tom’s long, thick rod until she was filled.
Chapter Seven: Suzy swung her legs out of the pike
position, and flipped one leg over each of the parallel bars. She spread her
legs until they were straight out at her sides in a perfect split. Bill reached
around her and grabbed her breasts as he slid his long, hard shaft into her
until she was filled.
Been there, done that. Yes, Mary was in the bedroom, and
Suzy was in the gym. But the novelty of a woman doing the splits wore off after
the first time. One of the splits has to go. If the reader really likes the
splits scene, then s(he) can reread Chapter Three. Chapter Seven needs to give
the reader something new.
2) Word choices?
How many times do the same words or variations on a root word
repeat? Using “throb”or “throbbed” in
every sex scene will bore the reader at best, or at worst, produce a throbbing
headache. Find some new adjectives. If in Chapter Three, Mary “slid” until “she
was filled”, then in Chapter Seven, Tom’s actions need to be something other
than “slid” until “she was filled”. I
would need to find a new verb for “slid”, and a new adjective for “filled”.
In Earth Angel, there was a brief stand alone sex
scene that my editor wanted to cut because she didn’t think it added anything.
I disagreed because I wanted to change the pace at that point, and work on
character development rather than plot development. The scene stayed after we
discussed its purpose. But to make sure the scene added something, I still had
to make sure that it fit within the internal logic of the overall story, and
didn’t merely rehash stock footage from a prior sex scene.
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EARTH
ANGEL By CHARLIE KENMORE
Blurb: There are seven parallel worlds known as the Seven Realms
which are separated by a Veil. Six are inhabited by all manner of entities,
some natural, some not. That may not be the case for much longer. The first
portion of the High Sidhe Prophecy of the Sevens has been fulfilled. The
Anarch, who is one with the Veil, has escaped. If she chooses, she can part or
drop the Veil or she can lift the Veil in its entirety. The Seven Realms will
converge. The laws of physics and magic will collide head on. Unless she is
stopped, there will be nothing left.
Queen Amura has called for an assembly of the signatories to
the High Sidhe's Second Accords, a multi-realm peace treaty to consider how to
deal with the threat of the Anarch. An Earthside TechnoWitch and other dark
forces also are seeking to control the
Anarch. Prince Dzhok (Jack), High Sidhe Ambassador Salash (Jack's oldest friend
and lover), and Valkyrie Brunhilde set out to find and befriend the Anarch
before all is lost.
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Excerpt:
Jack took a
moment, and then he saw the light. Unfortunately, it appeared to be attached to
an oncoming train. Jack was no pacifist. Like Salash, he would kill to protect
his children (and had). But as a pansexual high blood Prince of the Human
Whisperers and Allied Kinds, "make love, not war" was not a mere
platitude, but rather was the very core of his being. Jack knew that he would
have little influence on the upcoming gathering in Paradox. This was not a
symposium. It was a war council. The outcome was fairly certain. His Mother and
her allies would seek to kill the Chosen. And they would fail miserably.
"We have to find her first."
"Exactly, Jack."
You've got mail.
Salash reached over and pulled the MAPP out of Jack's pocket. She rolled down her window, and with a flick of her wrist, sent it pin wheeling into a fresh steaming pile of bison dung. Salash paused and scanned the tree line. She was fairly certain at least one of the shadows had flinched.
"We have to find her first."
"Exactly, Jack."
You've got mail.
Salash reached over and pulled the MAPP out of Jack's pocket. She rolled down her window, and with a flick of her wrist, sent it pin wheeling into a fresh steaming pile of bison dung. Salash paused and scanned the tree line. She was fairly certain at least one of the shadows had flinched.
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