Sure, I like the intimate scenes as much as the next person. I can read them, anytime, any place. Right, so how do you write one that doesn't sounds utterly painful - you know, throbbing, exploding members, engorged things I don't want to think about, and all that other strange stuff? They didn't prepare me for this when I was in school.
Since my WIP is a historical, I have to stay within the bounds of 'sweet' as well. Granted, I don't have to, but that is my aim. The object is to write a book that is a bit on the sweet side with sprinklings of sensuality.
Okay, sensuality is so very lost to me. I mean, what words are alright to write in a scene like that? Or aren't?
Obviously I could never use certain words since I associate too many other things with them. Plus, some words are just a bit too "weirdo" to use for me.
Penis - Dave and his friends hung out in Australia, checking out an old penal colony. Suddenly, a flock of penii flew overhead.
Cock - You know, the thing that makes the most god-awful sound way too early in the morning. Also, this thing likes to chase you around when you are trying to score an egg from his fluffy, lady friend. No sexual innuendo there, you just wanted an omelet.
Squirt - Ha, I can't read this one without laughing. When someone 'squirts' something, I envision a Super Soaker 500. Or, a rather nasty wound to an artery. Take your pick.
Throbbing, Pulsating - While I like these two for some reason, I can't help but imagine "The Call of Cthulhu", with his throbbing, pulsating tentacled head. Plus, if a "member" is pulsating, I would probably be inclined to pause mid-action and wait for it to spring to life and talk to me.
I think you've gotten the idea. Right, so here's what I've come up with thus far in my WIP:
" “Please believe me. I want you as my bride. Will you accept that?”
She snuffled and nodded, and his heart soared. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
She searched his face closely before she uttered a tiny ‘aye’.
Her soft voice was his undoing. The last vestiges of his restraint broke. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. She yielded to his demand and opened to him, allowing him to sink further into her sweetness.
He slipped his hand from her back to her belly, and he felt her muscles tense under his fingers. With deliberate slowness, he slid his hand up her waist to the underside of her breast and cupped the plump mound in his hand. She stiffened, and he deepened the kiss, ravaging her mouth thoroughly. With his other hand, he loosed the ties of her gown, causing the neckline to sag. He caressed her pebbled nipple through the light fabric, and she moaned.
Calum guided her back to rest against the stable wall. He drew back from her mouth. Arabella made a sound of protest, but froze when he moved the neck of her gown to expose one pale, rounded breast. His hand molded around her delicate flesh, then lowered his mouth to the hard, rosy peak, pulling it between his teeth. The action elicited a strangled moan from her while her nails dug into his shoulders. A trail of fire rippled through his groin as she raked her nails up his neck and clasped his hair in her hand. She cradled his head close to her breast. Suckling the bud, his tongue lashed against her soft flesh. She tasted of sunshine, honey, and everything beautiful in his world.
His other hand dropped down her lush body, dipping below her waist to her hip. Calum knew she was unaware of her hips rocking against him, begging for his touch. Nothing would stop him from touching her in this moment.
He used his hand pull up her skirts, and trailed it up to her inner thigh. She panted in his ear, ruffling the hair at his nape. His hand found her soft curls, damp with her desire. He closed his eyes, and tried to control the aching length of his arousal. Christ, this woman drove him mad.
When she whispered his name on a breathy sigh, the last of his restraint shattered. He removed his hand from her breast and dropped it to the laces of his trews, his intention to bury himself deep inside her. His fingertips caressed her delicate folds. She was ready for him. He fumbled with his ties in an effort to free himself as he continued to stroke the soft petals of her core, readying her to take him.
“Laird! Have you found Lady Arabella?”
Marcus’s deep voice from outside the stables broke through the haze of passion, causing them both to freeze. "
Cheese! When I read it, I get nothing but Velvetta. So, do you guys have any cool tips, tricks, hints, etc., that helps you write your intimate scenes? Any certain words you stay away from? Words you love? A favorite scene that is perfect in relaying the intimacy? Feel free to share with me. I'm all eyes! :)