Sex sex sexy sex sex sex

In starting this blog, I’ve been worried (ok, maybe not worried… I don’t worry about a lot) about oversharing.

It’s one thing to read about about fucking. It’s another thing to read about an author fucking. Right?

See, there’s a difference between fiction and reality, and I never know where that line is in terms of what folks want to hear from me. Notice how when people write reviews of really hardcore erotica books, they rarely ever mention the sex except to say whether it was hot or not? You don’t generally get something like “omg, I almost came when Leo started fisting Guiseppe” etc.  At least not that I’ve seen.

All this is on my mind because in trying to come up with things to say on my blog, I keep coming back to sex. I have a lot to write about when it comes to sex, and it’s not explicit or anything. It’s just fun stuff… but do you want to hear it?

If you don’t… just skip this entry.

If you do, by all means, come right in.

 

 

For instance, I was looking through old journal entries the other night, and I came across something that made me super nostalgic. Do you know what my friends gave me for my twenty-sixth birthday? An orgy in a sleazy pay-by-the-hour motel room with mirrors on the walls.

This is part of the entry:

[The club] was crowded with tons of happy voices and pretty faces. All that alcoholic human vigour, that sweet crackling energy I yearn for was flowing. Ride the current.
The goal I had stated to Druid the previous day was to jump as many people as possible – and see if I could get an incestuous orgy going. *beams* That was what I wanted for my birthday.

[…]

There was a boy there that I had heard of from my brother. They had worked together and supposedly this boy was lusting after him. Young, sweet – and a fan-fucking-tastic kisser. Totally unexpected, a nice surprise. Contrary to popular belief, I do indeed like surprises.

I had Tanthalas on one arm, Spike on another, the beautiful and sexy Miss Minx on yet another, and the above mentioned boy – lots of arms that night.

No I wasn’t drunk – maybe the first flutters of tipsy, but not anywhere near drunk. More like very sober and very alive.

[…]

Miss Minx’s panties were down to her ankles in the backseat as we drove to the motel and Spike nearly dislocated his shoulder trying to get his hand down my pants. It’s a wonder we weren’t stopped by the cops. *laughs* How would we have explained why we were all in various stages of undress? And the car blatantly smelled of sex… 

See. Not explicit. But is it interesting? Is it oversharing?

How is it relevant to my writing?

Well, a lot of how I came to start writing the way I do is based on personal experience as well as my general attitude towards sex: relaxed, varied, plentiful, and open-minded. The first time I read a “this M/M erotica has girly bits in it” warning in a review about Caged, my eyebrows shot up. I tend to forget that not everyone shares my tastes.

So do I write about my past conquests? Do I write about being a switch? Do I write about my complicated relationship with pain? Do I write about my many (many) kinks? Do I write about my personal experiences… or do I couch it all in fiction and let you guess which parts are based on reality?

11 thoughts on “Sex sex sexy sex sex sex”

  1. I write reviews for a blog that caters to the M/M genre-your “Leo and Giuseppe” comment made me laugh. Generally, I don’t think that most readers want to see comments like that from reviewers-they just want analysis of the book. But, if readers are specifically logging onto your blog they would be interested to read whatever you posted. Your blog posts are better written and more entertaining than a number of entire novels I have read.

    1. Hi Michelle –

      I know what you mean. I’m not sure I want to know in detail what and how something I wrote tickled someone’s fancy. ;)
      You know, I actually find it weird that people write synopses when they do reviews; I prefer a critique of the writing style/success of the story-style review. But that’s just me. I hate spoilers. I don’t even read the back jacket of books half the time.

      You’re right about people specifically coming here. It’s my playground. They don’t have to play if they don’t want to.

      Thank you for the comment! It’s nice to hear that what I’m writing is appreciated.

      1. *smiles* at the response from you.

        I am one of several reviewers on a blog and the host has a format she follows- first a synopsis and then a critique-it’s easy to skip the synopsis for those that don’t want to read it- I enjoy reading books I might not select otherwise so that’s the format there and with so many choices with ebooks most readers do like the synopsis to narrow down selections. But no spoilers! I like your no book jacket method.

        I find your playground fascinating =)

        1. Well that’s a good format. Something for everyone. I’m amazed by reviewers – I follow a number on GR and the way they chew through books. *shakes head* Incredible to watch.

          *doffs hat and presses it to chest, looking around with a grin at all the shackles and pointy things in the playground* Well, thank you very much.

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