Tittillating Thursday

***There's sex in this here postie. Don't say I didn't warn you. That is all.***


Someone suggested to me on Tuesday that I put down the work I'm trying to do, and write something else. However, I need some inspiration. Let's face it - this same person called me out on it - I write erotica. I kept trying to tell myself that it's romance. There is romance...but there's a fuckload of sex.

There's an eight-year old in my head that blushes and giggles every time I say a 'dirty' word. She doesn't come out too often when I'm writing, but she's there. Her name's Alara. She giggles at 'penis' and 'vagina', blushes at 'thrusting' and 'explodes.'

What kills me is that I can say the word fuck all day long, and I have no qualms about it. However, I don't like to use it in my writing, and never in a sex scene (sorry, no 'Fuck me now!' lines). I think I've used it more in the Lexy/Evan story than I have in Kati/Lalo's...and Lexy's an alien! O yeah, LDs, the 300-ring circus is coming to light!

I like sex. I like daydreaming about sex. Makin' love. Bakin' biscuits (you're welcome, Riggs. Murtaugh loves you.). Horizontal mamba. A squeeze and a squirt. Boink. Roll in the hay. Sexercise.

And hump.

Is it getting warm in here? *fans face*

There's foreplay, sex, and the obligatory snuggle afterwards (anyone else do that? I don't. After a great hump, I'm not snuggling up to a sweaty Mr Realist, even though I'm just as...glisten-y. You know the old adage: "Horses sweat, men perspire, women only glow." Fuck a bunch of that shit - I sweat, LDs.).

But the one I put in a couple of weeks ago for Written Word Wednesday came (pun not intended) when I was thinking about Mr Realist. It could happen, right? 'Scuse me whilst I laugh until I cry.

There's hot and heavy, but never 'slap a bitch down' sex. Never rape - I do kind of talk about sexual abuse in the big one I'm working on, but there's loads of skirting in it. I know about keeping it bottled up and secret. I'm talking like something starting at dinner and going until the wee hours of the morning, steaming up cab windows and then bedroom windows or having a private beach with unlimited towels and going until they're both boneless (again, pun not intended) and wrung out.

There's quick, fast, and in-a-hurry. Like "Ohmigod, your mom's going to be here in five minutes but I want you in the worst way and let's hump like rabbits and you always make sure we both get off in time" sex.

There's slow and romantic. A hard day at work turns into a massage and wine and a bubble bath and gentle, caressing sex that makes her feel good.

I need some interesting sex. I'm not going to watch a porn to get ideas, because I don't see my characters (or me, for that matter) tripping over 9" stilettos with a skirt on that doesn't even cover all of her ass, falling down gently on a feather bed, and being railed from behind (Alara's blushing again).

Comment anonymously if you're too shy on the sex front; let me pick your brains.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Your seemingly oversexed
Mrs Dreamer