DO I GET HOT WHEN I WRITE?

I have a second and sassy guest today for Wicked Women Wednesday. BL Morticia is taking it out on a limb here so if you don’t like “X” rated – don’t continue!

Greetings fans!

Thanks to Cass for always making me feel welcome. *makes self comfortable on the couch* I’m a third of the Triad trio with Rawiya and Michael Mandrake. I happened to be the snarky and wicked muse and honored that K asked me to post

As erotica authors, it’s our job to make the person feel a certain kind of way when they read our stories. We try to bring out every emotion, every feeling, all the tension the two characters have in a story. I compare it to being a director of a play or movie. The director asks for the actors to put all they can into a story, to bring out a reaction in the audience. The same thing applies here when writing and until that book goes out into the world, we ourselves are that audience.

Now, mind you, being new to the world of writing I’m still learning the best ways to do this. Recently, the head, Sharita, took a class given by fellow author Em Petrova about writing sex even when you don’t feel sexy. One of the things we learned was to take any little thing we could and try to describe it in a sexy way. Even if it’s something as simple as the fan blowing through a window; make a paragraph visualizing the hums from the fan being the backdrop of a sensual scene. Now, of course, I can’t go into detail because it’s her class, however, her point was to use descriptions for everything you write. This, my friends, is how the reader becomes more involved and as I said, when you read over your story for edits, the love scene should at least make you fan yourself once. *laughs*

Or did you feel a tingle when you wrote it? Ahem, I know I do. Even when I write m/m and the guys are pounding each other’s ass and there’s no room for a female like me. HOTNESS!

The key is the descriptions. What did it feel like, smell like, taste like. Use all your own senses when writing that hot scene. Visualize how hard the characters are going at it and you’ll never go wrong. A lot of the times, I make myself that character in the story. Usually I’m the aggressor. *laughs* Do I get hot thinking it? Yes! If I didn’t I immediately know there’s not enough description.

Now, there are scenes where I didn’t go full throttle because the story and or scene didn’t ask for it but when it’s a full on making love session, make sure to use all the right words. Make yourself feel a certain why when writing. I like to take a hot bath or shower and spend a little more time than usual getting myself ready. Wear something where you can touch yourself. (I’m a muse so I can do this, Sharita can’t) *giggle* Put on some sultry music, really set the mood. Hopefully, you’ll have time alone to so this. Sharita adds when you aren’t alone and maybe the kid is around, close your eyes for ten minutes with some music and think of your scene and how you want it to go. Then write it down. *laughs* Ah the joys of motherhood!

Anyway, the point is, get the story down on paper and entertain yourself with your words. Hey, if you bore yourself with the story’s sex scene, you’ll most likely do the same to your reader.

 

Hope you enjoyed this post! This has been BL, the Wicked girl, speaking!

 

 

BL is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot are Silver Stars on ARe. She writes bi weekly for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne Books.

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Blurb: Nathan Ellerby’s apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn’t like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan’s shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he’s already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant’s divorced and he’s straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.

 Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he’s worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.

A very tall, dark, and handsome bald headed man was standing there with a pearly white smile.

“Hey, listen, I caught the guys that went through your things.” He smiled and nodded.

“Seriously?” I opened up the door slowly only to lock eyes with the most, gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.

 Fuck!

He  moistened his lips. “Hey, I’m new to the building. My name’s Bryant Duncan.” He put out his hand.

A black Irishman?

I accepted it. His hands were warm but kind of rough just the way I like them. That moment, his skin on top of mine sent heat to my groin. I took a whiff of his cologne. “Nice to meet you, Mr…”

“Call me Bryant, please,” he interrupted me. “Like I was sayin’, I saw the bastards going through your place. When they saw me, they tried to get away but, I called the cops once I got the building security to come up and help detain them.”

Holy shit, my hero…

“You didn’t have to.” I was completely impressed that he cared enough to put his life on the line.

We stood silent a minute.

“Ahem.” The cop came up behind me. “Okay sir, I need you to come down to the station and give a statement. If you could meet me downstairs.” Thiesmann adjusted his belt. “Mr. Duncan, nice work and um, Mr…”

“Ellerby, Nathan Ellerby.” I offered my hand.

The cop took my hand lightly. “Mr. Ellerby, don’t be too long okay?”

He walked back through the door and struggled to crawl under the tape. When I saw that I wanted to laugh but I had more important matters in front of me.

I gazed at him.

“I’m sorry, and you said your name was…” Bryant raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, erm.” I cleared my throat, noticing our hands were still locked together. “Nathan, Nathan Ellerby.”

We gripped each other’s palm tightly. “Good to meet you, Nathan.” He released my hand and my gaze then reached into his back pocket of his loose, fitting jeans.

I couldn’t help but follow his arms. They were so big, muscular. I could imagine them cradling me during the night.

“Here we go. My number just in case you need me for anything,” he grinned.

I took the piece of paper, still gawking at those lovely brown eyes. I tried to keep myself from drooling. “Man, I don’t know how to thank you.”

Bryant waved his hand, smiling. “No problem, man. I live right down the hall. I just happened to be on my way out to run some errands.”

“Yeah?” I leaned against the door frame. Suddenly, the robbery seemed less important.

“Yeah, those fools were doing it in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Interesting.” I licked my lips, looking away for a moment. I wanted to continue talking to Bryant, but Thiesmann was waiting on me. “Listen, umm, again, I don’t know how to thank you for what you’ve done. It was very brave of you.”

Bryant smiled, “Like I said, no biggie.” He put his hands together and rubbed them briskly.

This time my eyes didn’t follow. I tried to think of something else to say to keep his attention. “I, um…I need to figure out a way to repay you for this. Maybe, I could take you out to dinner or something?”

Bryant grinned, nodding. “Yeah, maybe we can have a bite to eat. If you need my statements or anything, make sure you use that card and give me a call,” he said before disappearing back down the hallway.

“Thanks so much, Bryant. I’ll be calling you to setup that dinner.”

“Cool.” He backed away. “See ya, Nathan.”

“Bye,” I said, watching his cute backside make its way down to apartment 17D. “Shii…” I mouthed to myself after I closed my door, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The man was my hero, in the span of five minutes I was in love.

Thank goodness for petty crime!

Thanks as always my wicked sister and loved it! WHEW!

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre 

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Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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1 Response to DO I GET HOT WHEN I WRITE?

  1. Thx for having me as always! 😀

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