Sharita and Remmy talk about Sex in Fiction
Sharita: Good Morning, readers. Today
we’re talking about sex in fiction. Just how much is required to show.
Remmy: Are you being funny? It’s sexy.
You show *puts on deep, Barry White-esque voice* Everything! Let it all hang free!! Binge and purge!! *Flails*
Sharita: *blinks* Um, no, I get it, but
I’m talking about before your
characters have sex and since we’re talking about our boys, Cyrus and Zane,
we’ll cover man on man. Do we show the prep? Meaning, do we have to show them
opening lube and condoms, the whole nine?
Remmy:
Depends - I don’t know man. Me, some love scenes you just want to have
them go at it. But then you get that one editor who wants you to write
everything step by step like a shopping list--I mean, our readers know there
are condoms and lube involved without you spelling it out all the time, right??
Sharita: I suppose so, but sometimes it
can be made hella sexy, too. I liked when you pointed out the sound
of the lube and foil of the condom. Instead of just writing condoms and
lube, you drew the reader in with a sensory description, and like you said, the
more of the sexy, the better. Bring it on!
Remmy: *brushes shoulder off all
gangster like* lol. But seriously, sometimes it works sometimes it’s just like
*eye rolls* we know already, get on with it! What I’ve been debating on is do
we always have to have lube. I mean what if it’s like impromptu booty in a
nightclub bathroom? Clubs don’t have those little machines that sells condoms
like the chips vending machines anymore--bah off on a tangent again. Where were
we? Yes, prepping for the bow-chicka-wow-wow. Carry on.
Sharita: That’s true, they don’t and
another point, if we want to make the book real, will every character have a
condom and lube in his pocket each and every time he goes out?
Remmy: And the answer to that is no.
Ain’t nobody got time for that. Look, I had a talk with a friend and he said
the characters can spit and shine like the rest of the world. A little crude,
but not everyone walks around with a lubricated condom or lube in their back
pocket. Besides, have you seen how tight men’s pants have gotten? That would
leave NOTHING to the imagination. I mean it would be like “are you happy to see
me or is that a tube of lube in your pocket?”
Sharita: *laughs hysterically* I guess
it really does depend on the situation. In a rush, go with the spit, but if
they’re being all romantically into it, go with the lube. Of course, there is
the argument about safety in stories with rough sex meaning anal tears, but
again, this is fantasy. Let’s talk about afterwards. How much should we show
with clean-up? I personally don’t usually do it. I’d rather show the afterglow
or another round. lol You?
Remmy: Like you say, it’s fantasy. I
skip the whole cleaning up stuff. The most in depth I get is a shower. There
are some things that people know happen that you can go without mentioning.
Sharita: Agreed. I do want to say this
is a matter of preference with your characters and or muses. By no means, is it
set in stone so it isn’t gospel; we’re just starting what we like. I’ve seen
reviews where they complained to the author about not using condoms in stories
at all. They said he was promoting barebacking and encouraging the spread of
AIDS.
Remmy: *eye roll* The straight up truth
is you can’t write “condom” in every love scene. Some people think “this is
fantasy so I’m going to write it like a fantasy.” It’s like me - for the
LONGEST time I refuse to write racism in my books. I go OUT of my way to not
write that crap into my stories. That
was my preference. People need to learn these books are fantasies - they should
be old enough to read it and know this isn’t real life and in real life I
SHOULD wear a condom. They can’t really take life lessons from erotica.
Sharita: Well said. I guess reading and
writing preferences go hand in hand and that’s what all of us must remember. So
Remmy, we have more sexy coming up in the next book, but right now, let’s end
this post with an excerpt. Thanks everyone for listening to us ramble.
Zane Ashford’s stint in the NYPD comes to an abrupt halt when he is injured in the line of duty. After waking up partially blind in one eye, all he wants to do is crawl into a hole, but his friends and family won’t leave him alone. Reluctantly, he lets his best friend talk him into time away on a ranch in Montana. But the moment he gets there and meets Cyrus Abrams, Zane begins to contemplate murder.
Cyrus Abrams is vulgar, ornery, stuck in his ways, and not about to change for anyone, no matter how good Zane Ashford looks in those jeans. The more they lock horns, the more Cyrus begins to see Zane in a whole new light. But Cyrus has a past, one that left him in big trouble and more broken than he cares to admit—a past no one told Zane about. Cyrus fears that when Zane finds out, everything will come to a screeching halt.
Excerpt
Please….
Zane’s
heart snapped with that one simple, broken word. Every syllable of it tore
through Zane, and for a moment, he thought it was more powerful than the
bullet. Words did hurt, whether they were said in anger or sadness. What did
Cyrus want him to do with all that? Zane trembled, pushing up into Cyrus’s arms
and pressing his face into Cyrus’s neck.
“This is
not fair,” Zane whispered, his voice cracking as anger gave way to arousal and
the strangest—yet most beautiful—sensation he’d ever felt. He couldn’t fall any
deeper for Cyrus. It just couldn’t happen. But even as he thought those words,
Cyrus was moving atop him, rubbing against him in the most sensual way. He bit
his lip, dragging his hands down Cyrus’s back while turning his mouth toward Cyrus’s
lips. “This is not fair at all. How do I know this won’t happen again?”
“It
won’t,” Cyrus whispered softly and placed a hand on each side of Zane’s head.
He lightly kissed his forehead, tracing the lines on down to the center of
Zane’s nose with the tip if his tongue. Blue eyes met Zane’s gaze. “I’m sorry,
Zane. I promise you.” Cyrus nipped at Zane’s bottom lip. “It won’t.”
Kiss. “Happen.” Kiss on the lips. “Again.” One more light peck on his chin.
Every part
of Zane’s body throbbed sweetly. Each time Cyrus’s lips touched his heated
skin, it was as if it sent electricity to every part of him. His cock twitched,
rising, swelling, and pushing upward into Cyrus. Zane moaned while slipping his
hands under Cyrus’s shirt. Feeling his skin did something to Zane. “Cyrus…,” he
whispered helplessly, moving his head around to catch Cyrus’s lips. “Give me
your mouth.”
Cyrus did
as Zane asked, tangling tongues with him and fighting for prominence. He
stopped and stared at Zane a moment, tracing Zane’s face with his calloused
fingertips. It was like Cyrus was touching him everywhere—each pass of those
fingers took more and more of Zane’s control. He couldn’t think. All he could
do was feel. He sighed.
“I wanna
take you upstairs. Can’t wait to be inside you again. And this time, I’m going
slow, Slick. Real slow. I want you to feel me.” After kissing once more, Cyrus
got up and pulled Zane to stand. He wrapped both large hands around Zane’s
waist, then dropped them lower to his thighs. Cyrus squeezed both and lifted him
into his arms with little effort. Cyrus continued his assault on Zane’s mouth,
kissing, nipping and sucking his tongue until both were breathless. “Upstairs,
now.”
Zane
groaned, wrapping his legs around Cyrus. He tossed his arms around Cyrus’s
neck, enjoying the kiss. Cyrus tasted like a man—hot, skillful. His anger at
Cyrus flew through his mind, but it went silent as Cyrus sucked on Zane’s
tongue. They bounced into something, and Zane whimpered, but pulling his mouth
from Cyrus was out of the question. He’d die if their lips parted. He pushed
down, feeling Cyrus’s cock press through his pants and into the crack of his
ass. Anticipation filled him, remembering what happened the last time they were
intimate.
I want you
to feel me.
Author Bios
Remmy Duchene
Multi-published
Remmy Duchene was born in St. Anns, Jamaica and moved to Canada at a young age.
When not working or writing, Remmy loves dabbling in photography, travelling
and spending time with friends and family.
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Check out my blog – https://remmyduchene.blogspot.com
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