Rated S: How I Write Sex

What’s the saying, don’t write anything you’re afraid your mom might read?

Over a year ago I stumbled into writing erotic scenes on a somewhat regular basis. My friends and I were deep in a role playing plot and sometimes (a lot of the time) things would turn hot and heavy and quite often kinky. Usually we’d handle it by drawing the curtains closed, saying it happened, then moving on to the afterglow.

Until one day I suddenly decided to steamroll ahead and write out every erotic detail, immediately posting it up for them to read. The warm response prompted me to do this again and again. As these friends took to calling me ‘S’ more often than my full name, I’d jokingly say these scenes or snippets were ‘rated S.’ So that’s how I got into writing erotica. Fairly simple I suppose.

I even told my family. That I was writing this stuff and that my friends enjoyed it. One of my friends even told me she shared some with some of her other friends. This was something I never once kept hidden or secret. I wasn’t real bashful about it. I often times would be writing these scenes with my boyfriend (now husband) sitting beside me and other times I would let the scenes unfold in real time, sharing them paragraph by paragraph to a live audience.

Maybe it was the power of the internet but I’ve never been embarrassed to have anybody think “Siona writes sex.” It doesn’t make me feel dirty in the slightest. I worry sometimes that I’m not doing it right and I can’t stand having Andrew stare at my screen while I’m actively typing… But handing over the work for other eyes to read I don’t mind. The person can work out for themselves whether they’re comfortable with reading smut. It’s nothing personal to me at that point.

Write what you know…

Of course as a young, horny teenager writer I’d made terrible attempts at writing sex before. People have sex after all and in the world of my stories, characters are people. They’re bound to have sex and I was curious to try. But of course it never worked out real well because I wasn’t comfortable and I was woefully inexperienced (not that I regret waiting in the slightest but that’s a different story). 

Those scraps of writing will likely never see the light of day ever again and that’s just fine with me.

I had to start somewhere though. Making myself write it gave me a springboard to jump off of once I had gained that experience in real life. I feel in a way the sloppy first tries only made what I wrote later better and stronger.

And it wasn’t like I didn’t have something to draw from even before having full out sex. There’s plenty of porn and erotic stories out there to get your hands on, especially with the internet. And who doesn’t have wet dreams and do some heavy petting in high school? It’s just a fact of life, no reason to get squeamish.

Plus I had something that was probably a bit peculiar to most teenagers: a parent I could talk to. Especially while reading the erotic Valley of the Horses my mother made me ask any sexual questions I had the book brought up. I actually was hard pressed to think up too many questions but it opened up a forum of conversation that I would definitely use later. And I think in a way finding yourself quite comfortable discussing details of your parent’s sexual life makes you quite zen with writing fiction sexual encounters.

Finding an excuse to write sex…

I don’t mean this in the ‘sitting at your computer to write sex’ sort of way. But rather the creative ‘plotting out the circumstances that could be an excuse for the characters to have sex.’ 

There are old stand bys like ‘needing to get warm’ or ‘happy birthday!’ Which can seem like flimsy starting points but if written well, a reader might forget the premise. But the point is that sex without an excuse, especially in written porn, isn’t much fun at all. There needs to be a buildup of story and plot, no matter how flimsy they might be. Same with the characters; they need to exist as more than a name but how fleshed out they get is up to the writer.

Of course too much foreplay can be no fun at all. It can drive people crazy. Especially if you’re looking for a quick fix, you don’t want to be sitting there scrolling through pages of material all the while screaming in your head “I just want sex already!” I imagine this could be quite a bit like if a porn movie took way too long to start taking clothes off. Every guy sitting there with her bottle of lotion and box of tissues would be way too impatient and start fast forwarding through the pointless set up.

There’s a happy middle ground somewhere… Normally I’m working with characters readers already know and love in some way. This could help me by letting them be patient to wade through the set up. Or this could hurt me in that they find themselves impatient, raging “I’ve already seen something like this before!” I’d like to think that if you write a story good enough nobody will care how long they have to wait but every once and awhile it’s good to have a quick fix.

And now I’m going to teach sex ed!

Everybody has their own ideas of how the dirty bits ought to be written and what names to use. It’s kind of general consensus that ‘insert penis into vagina’ isn’t sexy in the slightest. It seems too technical and puts me more in mind of sitting in a doctor’s office than down and dirty porn (though I imagine there are several doctor-patient stories out there). On the flip side ‘cock into pussy’ doesn’t do it for me either. It’s nasty and, well, vulgar. I have nothing against the vulgar and in some circumstances the mood might call for those terms… but those likely aren’t going to be scenes I’m reading for a sexual pleasure.

In short, neither of those turn me on so I don’t use them.

There are other equally off putting terms that get used: manhood, love tunnel, dick, cunt, etc. And if you’re Jean Auel ‘spot of Pleasure.’ With a capital P. That one always makes me giggle and she was the first erotica I ever read. So I guess to a certain degree it doesn’t really matter what you call all the part as long as the writing can strum the reader along.

Grocery list sexing!

This is what I call when I start getting on a tangent of: he did this. And then he did this. She responded like this. She did this. He did this in return.

Normally this happens when I stop feeling into it. When I don’t really care about the story anymore, I start to just put them through the motions. Much like you might while having real sex! It basically gets boring and starts sounding more like a list than flowing action. I know I need to get from point A (foreplay) to point B (sexual climax) but I no longer care about the actions.

This is usually when I realize I need to switch things up. I start thinking over things in my head and try to think “what haven’t I done before?” I start pushing my boundaries and try writing something different, possibly even out of my comfort zone or knowledgeable zone. Not all of it is going to work but it definitely shakes things up enough to possibly get me to care some more. And just because it’s sex doesn’t mean characters don’t need other goals than just ‘orgasm.’ What do the characters need and want that drove them to sex? Again sometimes a flimsy excuse is all that’s needed but in some circumstances, deep complicated personal reason could come into play to heighten the whole experience. Not just for the characters but for the reader as well.

In a book called Rhapsody I believe there was a scene of heated but quick passion in a rocky cave that was basically saying ‘good-bye.’ While the sex was rather brief the tension in the characters knowing it might be the last time they see each other built up the scene.

So… he has three hands?

On the flip side is that point where you lose track of what body parts are where… I’ve read fanfics where I couldn’t possibly begin to tell you how to imagine the characters having sex because it seemed like his foot was on one side of the room while his chest was on the bed and his head was on the ceiling. Seriously, writers can lose track of all laws of physics while their characters are banging and they hardly seem to care.

Well I’ll tell you what… I care! I care a lot. I don’t care if it’s a sex scene between a thirteen tentacled monster and a magickal unicorn… the moment I’m counting fourteen tentacles I’m out. Something about it has to make sense and be grounded in reality!

Now at the same time… I can totally lose track of what clothing has come off and what hasn’t. There are also times where I’ve written a girl into a skirt and the next instant I’m shimmying her out of jeans. These little hiccups happen. And while going through the entire undressing stage (or blatantly saying ‘oh, she’s not wearing panties’) isn’t necessary it can be helpful.

This is one of those things that I probably do a lot more of than necessary. In fact I just wrote a story where I didn’t mention the guy’s pants coming all the way off and I cringe every time I go through that section to edit… but I figured it’s easily something people can assume happen. Even if there doesn’t seem to be room in the scene for it, it’s one of those basic things people assume happen during sex.

‘She moaned’ vs “Oh, oh, oooh!”

Reading block after block of text gets boring. It’s also boring to write. I would know; I’m the master of block after identical block of text. It irritates me. It’s easy to get lost in a paragraph that looks just like the paragraph above it. Varying the lengths of paragraphs helps, but so does dialogue.

At the same time too much dialogue makes me roll my eyes. Then again, I’m not big on dirty talk.

It’s all about reaching a sweet spot, I’m sure. And I really try to think ahead of time what kind of characters I’m reading. Is she a screamer? Does he like to say his lover’s name? Do they look each other in the eyes or clasp each other real close? Personalities and circumstances can change this up… But almost every erotic writer has a sort of fingerprint. Every one of their smutty scenes is going to feel just a bit like the others unless they purposefully try to go to a different extreme.

And now for round two…

Let’s be honest here… I never want to go for a second round. For that same reason, I rarely ever want to write more than one sex scene in a single day. There are people out there that can go for a second round. Hey, good for them. They’re not me. It happens.

But porn is not real life. Porn, both visual and written, need to last long enough to give the desired sensual effect. And in some cases this means a round two. Sometimes a round four. Within reason. After all, let’s assume the characters are supposed to be ‘normal’ people, not porn stars. They can’t appear to be lasting an unusually long amount of time.

I also hate throw away lines in soft porn stories of “he gave her six earth shattering orgasms in one night.” It makes me cringe. I’m sure somewhere out there is a person that can have six orgasms in one go, I’ve even heard a couple of personal stories about it happening. But I feel that unless you can tell me specifically where each of those orgasms came from… it just sounds farfetched and I scoff.

I think my record in one go is four for the female. And even that seemed to be pushing it for me. I rarely ever go over two with the male. It just leaves me in a state of disbelief and disbelief isn’t very sexy.

Stopping in the middle

I don’t mean having the characters stop for a glass of sherry before going for round two. That’s quite acceptable. Maybe a short little conversation to fill up the space, keep the plot moving along. That’s perfectly acceptable.

What I hate is when I stop writing in the middle. When I go to write smut I try to make sure I’ve got a few uninterrupted hours to work with. But even doing that I might find myself stuck at a juncture or needing to get up to wrestle my blanket away from the dog. All in all, it’s bound to happen that the momentum in writing gets lost. This happens to me more and more often and I find I’m never a very good judge of whether the scene is working when I go to read through it again. After all, the tension is lost for me. I know it’s going to happen.

Still, the very worst thing to do is to stop completely, walk away for a long period of time, and then come back and finish. At least, that’s what all the books and articles I’ve read have told me.

Sometimes, though, I find this is exactly the very thing I needed to finish up the scene. A day break. Anything longer and I start to feel disgusting with my writing in that piece of work and no longer want to be associate with it. Usual writerly mood swings. I try not to throw any smutty work I’ve done out though. To me that’s a scene I’ll never get to do again. If I try to repeat it I’ll need to do something completely different.

After all, you can’t repeat the sex you had yesterday. If you try it might feel the same but it’s different. Every time.

Afterglow

This could be right away or the morning after, but there needs to be some sort of come down. For the characters and the readers. Whether this is cuddling, sleeping, showering, fighting, what have you, people do things after sex.

In a metaphorical way, sex was two people becoming one now we need to see one becoming two people again. Separate out the two people and put them back in the flow of the world again. The most cliché come down is usually some cuddling, with confessions of love and then sleeping. 

Honestly, I cringe at the thought of not immediately getting up, cleaning, and putting clothes on. But if that doesn’t fit the mood of the story then it doesn’t belong in the afterglow. Simple as that. And considering it’s all make believe we can just imagine all that messiness of sex poofs away into hammer space. 

Virgins, claws and other things

Unless it fits the mood of the story, nobody wants to read about the virgin crying with pain all during intercourse and then being sore and bruised for a week afterwards. This doesn’t add to eroticism and, from what I understand, is not entirely common… And for that matter not every virgin has to have a painful first time at all. The hymen breaks naturally all the time especially for, say, gymnasts or horseback riders. It’s a personal choice on how much or how little this gets addressed.

Then there’s the weird supernatural stuff. I know I get a little wickedly paranoid whenever my fingernails get a little long. I can’t imagine what it’s like with, say, werewolves and their claws and what not. Sometimes things like that get addressed (who doesn’t like a little bleeding in their sex, right?) and sometimes they get romantically over looked. 

I also can’t begin to imagine the anatomy of a human with a mermaid, but it happens. As long as there’s a sense of belief, readers will overlook certain things for the sake of the story and the scene. This is true of everything, not just erotica.

Don’t forget the bun in the oven

Let’s keep in mind that sex equals babies (also STDs). Depending on the mood and genre these may or may not need to be addressed.

YA: Oh god, oh god, oh dear god if you must have sex in a young adult book please cover protection! I personally hate the idea of ‘young adult’ books containing sex and as you can see, I’m not a prude in the slightest. But when I was fifteen and reading, for example, American Girl 2 by Meg Cabot my sister was ten. The entire plot was about a teenage girl feeling like she was being pressured into having sex with her boyfriend on a family vacation. Turned out she was misinterpreting things but since her older sister bought to birth control anyways they went ahead and did it anyways… I was personally appalled because I’d never have led my ten year old sister read that. I didn’t care about the first bit of the plot, it was the fact that they did have sex that bothered me. Now, there were no details, the writer did a ‘curtains close’ sort of deal. But the only thing that kept me from burning the book in protest was that Cabot did include protection as being a large part of the plot. Still, I haven’t read a Cabot book since and would never suggest then for somebody at least older than thirteen.

Realistic fiction: I’ve only read excerpts out of the back of Cosmo magazines, but all of these tend to include a condom. Every time. So what if there magickally is a lone condom in the bedside table, apparently it’s a good idea to always mention putting it on. Unless you’re planning on the female getting pregnant (or, in other cases including male on male, AIDs or other diseases) probably not a bad idea to add a condom in. Or make mention of her pack of birth control in her purse. People expect it and honestly I can’t say exposure to it is a bad idea. We all know kids are getting a hold of these stories anyways, why not inform them while they think they’re just jacking off?

Fantasy: There’s magick! What does it matter!? Unless it does matter to the plot in which case it’s usually best to come up with something… Whether it’s magickal condoms or a shape shifting dragon saying “hey, I only impregnate the people I want to” address it.

SciFi: This works rather the same as fantasy, if it matters address it. If not, who the hell cares? We figure since it’s a world we don’t know in and out and don’t quite understand that it works somehow. As long as you write like you know how it works the reader will believe you.

Fifty Shades of what the fuck are you reading?

I’ve never read smut in first person nor do I write smut in first person. Ever. I don’t believe it can happen, please don’t try to convince me otherwise, and let’s just move on.

But, no seriously, I can’t really judge Fifty Shades of Grey as I haven’t read it. It seems popular among the 30+ women. I wonder how many of them liked Twilight, though, considering Grey started out as a Twilight fanfic… From likeminded people I’ve heard the book sucks. 

Honestly, though, the most reliable source of smut seems to be fanfiction.net. If you’ve read Grey and thought it was fantastic I strongly urge you to search for ‘lemons’ on ff.net in your favorite fandom other than Twilight and see what comes up. Sure, you’ve got to wade through some bad ones but there’s always at least one or two good ones.

As for me, I’ve been trying on and off unsuccessfully to get back into erotica. Both writing my own original characters and writing fanfiction. Still I have to make note that the start of my Rated S streak began in the Harry Potter fandom and I revitalized my ability when I began working on X-Men fanfictions. Clearly fanfics are the smoothest way to transition into smut. I’m much more comfortable with it. After all, the characters are full established ahead of time. People come into the stories already knowing who these people are and I don’t have to string you along for chapters at a time to set up the sex scene. I can write a single scene with sex and call it good. Smut and done.

Then again, I won’t know if same one-shots with original characters would have the same effect because I haven’t done so. I’ve also never successfully completed a chaptered erotic work, either fanfiction or original. So that’s something to dig into trying.

In the meantime, Rated S really, really, really remains a hobby. I mean with writing you really do have to love what you do because the possibility of making it out with enough money to live on is very slim. Apparently erotica is very much the same deal if not more so for me.