It was a lesson I learned early on the first time I ever competed in National Novel Writing Month: when you are stuck trying to make your daily word count, you write a death or a sex scene. A death means you have to work through the emotional reactions of the characters, and if it fits into the plot without too much digression, gives you the opportunity to write a funeral scene. Bonus.
The same could be said for sex scenes as well. However, as I have gotten older, I seem to get a little bit more prudish about how I depict sex in my writings. I am not trying to get published, yet I seem cognizant about an audience (that does not technically exist) reading something of mine, and becoming offended when they get to the naughty bits.
I picked up a book on gay erotica yesterday, and started reading it. My rationale is that it is professional writing, and the sex is not always explicit. I could get a flavouring (so to speak) of different authors writings, and get an impression of how I could be writing those scenes.
Interestingly enough, while there is some excellent examples in these shorts stories, none of them are particularly boundary pushing. There was one sentence in one story that made me go “whoa!”, but it was done in a rather tasteful way. I have realized by reading about four or five of these stories, that I am writing in a very similar way; maybe not as well, but I seem to be on track. That is reassuring.
Now, how about an excerpt? Coincidentally, the first “sex scene” I ever wrote, way back in 2000 for Closer, which I tweaked and rewrote slightly a few weeks ago.
Daniel pulled away from Jonothon, ending the kiss. “Wow,” Jonothon whispered breathlessly. “That was… some kiss,” he finally managed to add. Daniel stepped back without saying a word and stared at Jonothon intensely.
The entire situations had suddenly become uncomfortable for Jonothon. “Could you stop steading at me like that,” Jonothon requested in an uneasy voice.
Daniel smiled as he reached for the hem of his form fitting t-shirt, and in one fluid motion, peeled it off his torso. Jonothon could not himself now, and stared in return. Daniel’s chest was exactly what Jonothon had envisioned packed pectoral muscles to be. Daniel’s well-defined chest melted into the flat plain of his stomach. There was the slightest bit of definition showing that Daniel worked on his abs, but that he naturally just let his core sculpt itself. That was where Jonothon saw the tattoo.
The male arrow symbol in blue ink, just right of his abdominal musclees, pointing towards his navel. Jonothon breathed out slowly at the sight of the now half-naked Daniel Penn standing in front of him. Jonothon felt suddenly flushed and extremely turned on by the sight before him.
Daniel approached Jonothon and grabbed the tail of the shirt he was wearing, and with much fumbling on Jonothon’s part, managed to pull it off of his body. Taking a quick glance Jonothon’s naked torso, Daniel nodded to himself. While not nearly as defined as Daniel’s near Adonis-state body, Jonothon did have the slight beginnings of a six-pack and he was particularly proud of his taunt chest, despite his relatively slim frame. Daniel smiled before he moved in for another passionate kiss.
“Oh boy,” Jonothon muttered, before giving in once more.