What Turns You On?

Erotic and erotic romance writers strive for two things to present to their readers in their stories; an interesting, well written story and love/sex scenes that titillate their readers.

For any author, the first is a given. The second, the love/sex scenes can be problematic—at least for me.

What makes a good love/sex scene for you? What makes you vicariously imagine you are the hero or heroine? In other words, what turns you on?

Many elements go into a sex scene. Location, attitude, mood, imagination, partners and more.

Take location. Are the participants alone in their bedroom, in the shower, or better yet, on the kitchen counter or in the back yard on a chaise or in the pool? Maybe they are risking discovery, copulating in a dark night-club or an airplane restroom. What about the heroine fellating the hero in a park, in broad daylight, with spectators and subsequently taken from behind? Does the idea of public sex turn you on like it does me? How about sex with strangers?

What about attitude? The partners can run the gamut from demanding to submissive, from persistent to resistant, from commanding to acquiescent, from excited to calm, from romantic to resolved. What's your cup of tea?

A compliment to attitude is mood. Is their lovemaking planned or spontaneous? Is the mood romantic, sexy or submissive? How about props or sex toys to help set the mood? Maybe there are others watching or having sex while they do. That would certainly be a turn on for them.

Imagination is very important. The imagination the author uses to devise and describe the sex scene and how the characters construct the sex scene.

Then of course there is the partners themselves. In this day and age, a sex scene no longer is limited to two opposite gender partners. A sex scene can contain from one to whatever the author thinks he can handle of every race and gender. My limit so far was four—mfmm. Then there're orgies. These are usually handled as a sex scene within a sex scene. If done right these multiple partner scenarios can be very titillating.

I should note there is a recent trend in erotic romance of 'the more heroes the better.' Thus, heroines are now finding themselves (lovingly?) getting bopped by four, five, six or more lovers. For me, this stretches the limits of believability past the breaking point. I fail to see how this could be construed as romantic and if it's not romantic, it's a gang bang.

Well ladies and if there happens to a gentleman around, you to, that's it for this time.

Have I pushed your personal button? Do any or many of these elements and scenarios turn you on? They do me and I have written such scenes. If they turn you on, don't be shy, tell me about it. That's why they gave you a comment section.

When it comes to love/sex scenes, I don't know that I've ever written a book with as many passionate, love scenes as my, recently re-released in third person, novel, Getting Naked. Check it out.

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Getting Naked

Blurb

Rachel Cooke loves sex, but doesn't give it away to just anyone. When she meets Scott at the club where she sings, sparks fly. They flirt, they drink, they laugh, and go dancing. After several dances, Scott suggests they go someplace quiet and talk, but having just ended a disastrous relationship with her boyfriend/agent, Rachel isn’t ready to trust herself, let alone some new guy.

When an innocent comment from Scott leads to a crazy test of his character, Rachel finds herself spending a hands-off night with him in her hotel room—naked.

Barely surviving the night, the next morning all bets are off. Their passion knows no bounds, and the two of them become inseparable. That is, until Rachel's ex-boyfriend shows up, attempting to get her back by Dangling a series of lucrative engagements in front of her. Now, Rachel must decide if what she's found with Scott is love or lust, and if it's love, is he worthy of her trust?

{WARNING} This book contains a recounting of a rape and an attempted rape scene.

Please Note. This book was previously released in first person by eXtasy Books

Excerpt

Situated on the Strip south of Circus Circus Hotel, Pussy Cats was the in club of the moment. Its ultra modern stainless steel motif catered to the beautiful people of Vegas and adventurous, well-heeled tourists. The drinks were expensive, the music loud, the mood seductively dark and the women…As always, the women were hot! But none that night hotter than Rachel Cooke.

Gyrating with the best of them to the sexy rhythm driven beat, Rachel in her scanty attire with her lissome, sexy frame was a show within a show on Pussy Cat’s dance floor. Drinking in her marvelous undulating form, visions of her transferring those sexy dance moves with my cock buried in her, teased my brain. Goddamn! Can she move. I’ll bet she’s a fucking nympho in the sack.

The only thing preventing my libido from tenting my pants was the energy I was expending keeping up with Rachel's wild moves. Out of breath and near passing out from exertion, the ending of the third heart pumping, high tempo dance number was going to be the death of me. And then, salvation. Taking pity on the sweaty dancers, the band played a slow song.

A frenzy of excitement settled in the pit of my stomach as I trapped the hot little minx in my arms. Damn, she felt good, as she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled in close. A few inches below me in height, everything seemed to line up to erotic advantage.

Cradled against my thighs, her breasts against my chest, the music created a sensual rhythm that no longer moved our feet but swayed our bodies tighter together. She nestled in even closer and my erection surged between us. I slid my hands down and grasped her shapely ass, feeling the seams of her skimpy panties through the flimsy fabric of her mini-skirt. She exuded sex—raw sex. I was hard as a hammer and with the subtlest of movements, pressed it into her abdomen to feel her response. She pressed back. Oh, yeah!

Feminine hands slid from my back and moved around to my chest. For a few seconds they rested on my upper chest and she snuggled her pretty face into the crook of my neck, but as I continued to press my hard groin into her, and squeeze her buttocks, her right hand moved up behind my neck. Long graceful fingers pulled my face toward her upturned lips and as our mouths clashed, I nibbled on her warm, pliant lips. A charge of voltage ran clear to my toes as her tongue parted my lips and brushed across my teeth. She was the aggressor and I the all too willing recipient. A groan escaped me as her greedy tongue darted in and she responded to my grinding hardness by matching my thrusts and pushing her hot pussy into my rigid cock. My body was shaking, boiling up and on the verge of losing control. Carol never affected me this way. Damn, I want what she’s offering! This pretty piece of flesh must be mine.

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