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Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 10:20 AM
WARNING - CONTENTS & POSTS MAY BE HOT!

Sex Through the Centuries: Making ancient love sizzle

<O:p</O:pToday is about fun! So get a fresh cup of coffee, pull up a chair, and just enjoy these wonderful articles from Kensington writer, Delilah Marvelle about sex throughout history:<O:p</O:p
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ARTICLE 1

<O:p</O:pThe history of the bed (the shortened version) by Delilah Marvelle

<O:p</O:pAs much as we know about history, the origins of the first bed are somewhat muddled. There is not one particular person, tribe or country that can raise their hand and lay claim to it. But one thing is very clear. Every country throughout history had a different approach to its philosophy. The Persians, for instance, had an obsession with cushions. So much so that the bed itself needed to be placed upon a cushion. The Greeks and Romans, were obsessed with coverings and height. Some beds were so insanely elevated that steps were needed to climb to the top. Think of a bunk bed. On steroids. To my utter disappointment, the British were prudes when it came to the bed. They believed in functionality and did not deem it proper to associate it with “you know what.” You were born on it and you died on it. Nothing more. The French and Italians, however, decorated the bloody hell out of their beds, making it quite impossible for anyone to think the bed was used for anything BUT improper dalliances. So while the Brits had one solid bed that they passed on from generation to generation, Henry Harvard's Dictionary of French beds (1887-1890) describes 69 different types of beds. Though perhaps not too surprising when the rulers of France themselves garnered quite the collection. Louis XIV, for example, had a total of 413 between all his palaces. And I'm certain he used every single one. Wink, wink.

<O:p</O:pARTICLE 2

<O:p</O:pThe History of the Strip Tease (the shortened version) by Delilah Marvelle

<O:p</O:pThe idea which had originally created the striptease was not meant to be a form of legal prostitution, but to allow the men in the audience an erotic, entertaining and artistic fantasy which afterward would allow the men to return home to their wives with their “morals” intact. So when exactly did it all begin? There seems to be no definitive answer to this, but most history points toward the theatrical venue known as the burlesque. Which means the term striptease and burlesque became fused together during the 1920's. And though we think of can-can girls and so on when it comes to the history of burlesque, you'll be surprised to find that the origination of the striptease itself is rather an American product coming from popular theatre in the 1860's. Americans still wanted to keep the idea of a woman contained. After all, if an ankle could cause a man to hand over his horse and carriage, the thigh could only cause him to hand over the house and children. Heaven forbid! So all sorts of tricks were devised to draw men into watching these "burlesque" shows under the guise of "entertainment." Things such as full body stockings known as "fleshlings" started making appearances. Simply think of over sized pantyhose pulled over the length of a corseted body that came in shocking colors of flesh or white. All giving the illusion that the man was watching nude women prance about the stage when in fact they were very well clothed. Fleshlings were eventually tossed and the rest as they say is history.

<O:p</O:pARTICLE 3

<O:p</O:pThe Frog Prince Tale by Delilah Marvelle

<O:p</O:pYou all remember the Frog Prince Tale, yes? Of course you do. The Princess happens upon a slimy, little frog when she loses her golden ball in a pond. She asks for help in retrieving it, but alas, the frog refuses to cooperate unless she kisses him. The Princess is naturally disgusted but a golden ball is worth a lot of money. So she compromises herself in the name of said golden ball and kisses him. Lo and behold! He turns into a gorgeous prince. The story itself was told to show the power of a kiss. That a kiss can cause one to close their eyes and when it is over and the eyes are re-opened, an emotional connection occurs. She wanted a prince, so she got one. At least that is how it's supposed to work. Now what is fascinating about the Frog Prince Tale is that the story actually holds a measure of truth. A frog CAN turn into a prince. How? Did you know that certain frogs like the Bufo Marinus secrete a toxin to ward off predators? And when licked (or kissed in this case) is causes visual and auditory hallucinations. So the prince didn't actually exist for the poor girl. But the frog did!! I suppose all that matters is that she lived happily-ever-after...

<O:p</O:pARTICLE 4

<O:p</O:pThe Temple of...Sexual Doom? (the shortened version) by Delilah Marvelle

<O:p</O:pIndiana Jones would have had QUITE the erotic adventure if he had decided to treasure hunt in the Babylonian temple known as the temple of Mylitta. Mylitta was a very fascinating Babylonian version of Aphrodite. There were many rules and laws surrounding the worship of Mylitta. By law, Mylitta, the goddess of love, wanted every woman in the kingdom of Babylon to go into her temple once in her lifetime for a specific purpose. To prostitute herself once in her lifetime. I give you a version of Herodotus that best explains (mind you I intend to comment between these texts...how can I resist!): "Many women, proud of their great wealth and desirous of keeping themselves apart from the vulgar (even though they were about to become vulgar themselves...ehm) traveled in a closed and covered carriage (so that the men on the street wouldn't come running to flip up their togas the moment Lady X drove up to make her sexual sacrifice). She was followed by a number of maidservants into the temple. (Though maids they were not for long...). When a woman became seated she could not return home (can you imagine?!) until one of the men (milling about the temple looking for a good frig) threw down a gold piece into her lap and said, "I demand you in the name of Mylitta.'" The woman would then have no choice but to follow the stranger outside the temple and have intercourse with the man. Sadly, this was expected from every woman once in her lifetime be she married or not, be she old or not, be she sick or not. Mylitta would be waiting. As would all the men...

<O:p</O:pARTICLE 5

<O:p</O:pAuthentic Personal Ads Back in the day (shortened version) by Delilah Marvelle

<O:p</O:pBehold some of my favorite examples:

February 14, 1868, New York Herald:
" A Gentleman worth $50,000 desire to marry a woman from 18 to 30 years old, who is willing to make home happy, with a view to matrimony. Send photographs; rejected ones returned if stamp is sent."

How nice. Clearly, he wants sex first, matrimony possible if sex is good.

November 24, 1865, New York Herald:
"A young lady, extravagantly fond of dress, desires the acquaintance of a wealthy gentleman; no other need answer; with a view to matrimony."
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Oh, yes, that will have all the wealthy men knocking on her door. It seems no matter the era, women will always pine over wanting a rich man...

March 21, 1866, New York Herald:<O:p</O:p
"If the lady who from an omnibus smiled on a gentleman with a bunch of bananas in his hand as he crossed Wall street, corner of Broadway, will address A, box 6,735, Post Office, she will confer a favor."<O:p</O:p
The poor man. He MUST be bananas...

January 2, 1892, New York World:
"Wanted, a young lady of German parentage; must be a 36 bust and understand bookkeeping on a small scale. Apply Milbaner & Bleiweiss." <O:p</O:p
Now this here is the most straightforward employer I've ever come across. Clearly.<O:p</O:p
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Glimpsing ads from days of old gives us a sense of what the reality was for these poor souls in search of the perfect mate. Curiously enough, I don't feel times have changed all that much. We all still want handsome and rich. And men, God bless them, still want a particular bust size.

<O:p</O:pDISCUSSION: Are there any other interesting factoids about sex through history that anyone would like to contribute?<O:p</O:p
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ASSIGNMENT: No assignment today!<O:p</O:p<O:p</O:p

Vivian A
October 17th, 2008, 10:38 AM
On the topic of beds, we all love the romance of the ornate, velvet curtained beds, yes? Well, sure the curtains helped to keep the chill out, but it also allowed a small measure of privacy. For often the servants would sleep in the room at the foot of bed. Sex was not so private in the old days with small, crowded rooms. And I am discussing a proper landed gentlemen.

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 10:41 AM
I voted for the hottest choice. Although you'll never catch me in a gown. A kilt perhaps, but never a gown. ;)

Yes, the French and Italians make great beds. It's one of the reasons I'll be moving to Europe if it ever becomes financially possible.

As far as factoids go the only one that comes to mind is that a UN survey discovered there are 100 million orgasms occurring every day.

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 11:00 AM
As far as factoids go the only one that comes to mind is that a UN survey discovered there are 100 million orgasms occurring every day.

Love it! Laugh it Up fuzball

Catherine Bybee
October 17th, 2008, 12:41 PM
I have only one question. Where did you find those adds?
:roflmao:

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 02:30 PM
Good question, Catherine - Delilah has been having internet troubles this week, but I've sent your request to her and will post her answer as soon as I get it. If anyone else has questions, send them to me and I'll see that she gets them. :)

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 03:16 PM
On the topic of beds, we all love the romance of the ornate, velvet curtained beds, yes? Well, sure the curtains helped to keep the chill out, but it also allowed a small measure of privacy. For often the servants would sleep in the room at the foot of bed. Sex was not so private in the old days with small, crowded rooms. And I am discussing a proper landed gentlemen.


I love the effect of the bed curtains. So much so, I have a four-post bed with bed curtains. It feels much more intimate and cozy. I highly recommend them. HugMe

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 03:19 PM
I voted for the hottest choice. Although you'll never catch me in a gown. A kilt perhaps, but never a gown. ;)

Yes, the French and Italians make great beds. It's one of the reasons I'll be moving to Europe if it ever becomes financially possible.

As far as factoids go the only one that comes to mind is that a UN survey discovered there are 100 million orgasms occurring every day.

100 million orgasms!!! Wow. That blows my mind. Can you imagine the positive energy that must send to the earth? That's fantastic. I hope the people who read my book will contribute to the number. LOL.

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 03:31 PM
Here is Delilah's answer:

I collect many out of print books. So some of you may or may not be able to get your hands on them. One of them, Humor in Advertising is a great one. I have a list of two others to give to anyone who wants to e-mail me privately at Delilah@DelilahMarvelle.com (Delilah@DelilahMarvelle.com) I should be back online by tonight!!! If not sooner.

www.DelilahMarvelle.com (http://www.delilahmarvelle.com/) Mistress of Pleasure
September 2008
Educating men in the art of
seduction is no easy task...
But the School of Gallantry is
about to change all of that.

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 03:36 PM
From the looks of the poll, we're a randy bunch! Hot-cha-cha! :wub:

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 03:40 PM
Hey, this just came across my email and I thought "what a great assignment for today!" Contact Michelle directly if you want to participate...sounds like fun!

Good afternoon!

I'm writing an article on "real" great sex. I'm looking for several people who would be interested in interviewing for the article -- names will be changed for privacy.

If you are interested, please email me off loop.

Michelle Inglesby
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Eliza Knight
Her Captain Returns, coming 1/28/09 from The Wild Rose Press
Warrior In A Box, coming soon to The Wild Rose Press
Lady In A Box, coming soon to The Wild Rose Press
Love Will Bloom, coming soon to The Wild Rose Press
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Lisa Griffin
October 17th, 2008, 03:44 PM
Oooh, I love the sound of a bed curtain to give it a more intimate feel. :) I guess I'm odd man out, lol, but I like the tension and build up to sex more than just a graphic sex scene. Btw, I loved the article on The Temple of Sexual Doom. Quite interesting...

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 03:56 PM
Here's some pointer from Delilah on writing the love scene. Make sure to let me know if you have questions and I'll send them along to her. Looks like her internet will be up tonight...

Love scenes:

Everyone knows that sex sells. Which is why everyone feels under pressure to write them. Be very careful not to fall into the category of "I have to write a sex scene and at least 2!". Because I can tell you now that your sex scenes will play out like the wife rolling onto her back and "doing it" just to shut the husband up. LOL

Here are some pointers to writing great sex scenes:

-Are your characters ready for the comittment? It's a very serious question. Yes, you want them to have sex but do they want to? Your characters are people and as such must react according to their natural desires and their emotional ones.

-Can you read a sex scene from someone else's book and do it without cringing or hiding the book as people walk by. This is important. Because it will determine if you are capable of writing love scenes in the first place. If you aren't comfortable, how do you expect your readers to be? You may not be cut out to write the sort of sex scenes that are selling. And that's great! You just have to know what your comfort level is.

-Be a sensualist. In other words, don't think of sex as dirty or a goes into slot b. That's not what people want to read. I get a lot of readers who tell me what they love about my sex scenes is how non-chalant I almost am about sex and that the love scenes play out all the senses and the heart. Basically, it's hot but not dirty. The key to this is exploring what sex means not just to you but your characters. There is sound to be found during lovemaking. Moans, sighs, whispers. Find the voices of your characters and weave that in romantically. There is touch. And not just of the typical sort. Skin against skin, how does it feel? Sensations obviously come into play, but they should be reflected with the emotion otherwise you have a porno, not romance. And that is what makes a good love scene. Reflecting the emotions. Remember that all senses, including the emotions are amplified. Reflect that in your writing.

-Trust. This is the biggest piece of advice I can give. Trust your characters and yourself during the writing of a love scene. How can you make it more sensual? If you aren't turned on by the end of writing the scene and don't feel the need to hunt down a husband and boyfriend to release the level of sensuality you have built within yourself while writing, then you failed to write a great love scene.

-Last bit of advice? Put yourself in the mood. Don't go from writing a fight scene to a love scene. Immerse yourself into what you are about to write. Watch movies that are romantic, sensual, listen to music that will put you in the mood. Because if you're not in the mood, you can't expect your characters to be.

www.DelilahMarvelle.com (http://www.delilahmarvelle.com/) Mistress of Pleasure
September 2008
Educating men in the art of
seduction is no easy task...
But the School of Gallantry is
about to change all of that.

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 04:11 PM
With so many wonderful writers in here, I just thought you all might be interested to know that I will be hosting CTR's Coffee Write in November. I will upload the link in my CTR author's forum (http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?p=68151#post68151)in a couple of weeks or you can search for Coffee Write in November to participate.

Check out the into...:wub:

Hear ye, hear ye. Come one and all for an adventure into the world of Norman knights and brazen Saxons. The story has a beginning but how it continues is up to you. Bring your swords and ale and stop by Coffee Times Romance in the month of November. Everyone is invited to add their unique passage to the story. The scribe who writes the best passage will win a castle in the highlands. Okay, you won’t win a castle, but you’ll receive four ebooks from the Celtic series which will transport your imagination to a Scottish castle with sorcerers, witches and warlocks.<O:p</O:p
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So drop by and see how a falsely accused Saxon noble prepares to fight for her life and heart as she is hunted by a mysterious Norman knight in the tale of…<O:p</O:p
A Knight’s Dark Eyes.<O:p</O:p

Hope to see you all there. Bouncy Icon Smilie

Adrianne_Brennan
October 17th, 2008, 04:13 PM
Yeah, I also voted for the hottest option! LOL

CharmedGirl
October 17th, 2008, 04:20 PM
I'm looking forward to Coffee Write in November Lyn. I don't know how I'm going to go at writing historical romance paragraphs but I'll give it my best shot.

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 04:37 PM
Lyn - I am so there! This sounds like a blast...

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 04:42 PM
Ok - Just for fun, I am going to post love scene excerpts from each of the moderator's novels. I'll post Lyn's first...this is just a bit of a tease, as only we can do. I'll send links to mine later today (it might be a bit too hot for CTR and I don't want to break any rules). Tomorrow, we'll have another hot one from Delilah that I'll post the link, too.

How does that sound to everyone?

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 05:02 PM
Great advice, Delilah.

I want to add that.

I have seen writers in absolute fear of writing a sex scene. They would skip over the scene until the end of the book, or worse, avoid the scene altogether and instead concentrate on the other aspects of the manuscript, completely forgoing the lover’s relationship in the bedroom. Which is okay if that is a genre choice, rather than a lack of ability to write a good love scene.
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I confess that sometimes when I read a sex scene in a romance novel, I tend to skip the pages until it gets back to the story because:
1). I have read that type of scene a million times before.
2). The scenes were unbelievable and unrealistic with cardboard characters.
3). You could tell the writer was uncomfortable and embarrassed when writing about sex.
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You may be able to fake an orgasm but you will never be able to fake your way through writing a sex scene. The readers know when the author freezes up because the author is bound to avoid the scene or dress it up as something else.
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The biggest hurdle any romance writer has, especially the erotic authors is to write believably.
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So how do you know you are writing an organic love scene?
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It begins with your first draft.
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Keep your door closed to intruding eyes literally and figuratively.
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Disappear into the center of your mind where you can visualize the sexual scene take place.
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Record everything that happens and everything that is felt, using the five senses. Touch, taste, sight, sound, smell.
(The heroine in Heart of a Warlock was blind. So when I had to record her sexual reactions and situations, it had to be without sight, which was a challenge in itself, but the end result was incredible.)
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Doesn’t matter that you’ve never had any of the experiences. You can write the most outrageous acts as long as it is plausible by the keeping the elements honest. The best way to write an authentic sex scene is to read great erotic authors and their stories. In turn this will inspire you.
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For example, I read Tina Holland’s anthology OF FLESH AND BLOOD. There was a great scene where the heroine was on stage at a strip club for werewolves and vampires. To keep the clientele from eating her, she had to perform a stip tease through bars that surrounded the stage. The werewolves and vampires were pawing at her, feeling her body through the iron bars.
I thought, wow, what a great setting. It inspired me to use it in HEART OF A WARLOCK, where my blind heroine was captured and put naked into a large bird cage which hung at the perfect level for a man's face.
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Find stories that move you, arouse you. Highlight the passages that stand out and analyze them. What did the author convey that turned you on?
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When you edit your work, hold the sex scenes up to your highest scrutiny. Pretend they are the crux of your plot or the first page. Start recording the sexual experiences of being alive. Notice what turns you on and listen to how your body responds.
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You don’t have to be a master of seduction in order to write a great sex scene. All you need is empathy and the rest will follow.

Another great book is, How to Write a Dirty Story by Susie Bright.

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 05:06 PM
I'm looking forward to Coffee Write in November Lyn. I don't know how I'm going to go at writing historical romance paragraphs but I'll give it my best shot.


Yah, Bec and Minnette. I can't wait to read your passages. I'm starting the story with a great opening scene, so it'll be fun to see how everyone contributes to it.

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 05:29 PM
100 million orgasms!!! Wow. That blows my mind. Can you imagine the positive energy that must send to the earth? That's fantastic. I hope the people who read my book will contribute to the number. LOL.

That's my hope with my work as well. :devil:


From the looks of the poll, we're a randy bunch! Hot-cha-cha! :wub:

Quelle surprise. ;)

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 05:34 PM
Very good advice on writing love scenes, Minnette. Those are the sorts of things I try to include in my scenes.

I think I've succeeded for the most part. ;)

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 05:38 PM
Ok - Here is Lyn's two scenes...enjoy:

Excerpt from Heart of a Warlock
by Lyn Armstrong

He took his sword out of the scabbard and sliced it through the air.
Rain pelted down all at once and he reveled in the crisp drops soaking his tunic. Again and again, he lunged and parried with his sword. His muscles strained while water dripped into his eyes.
Turning in an arc, he stopped.
Alayne stood on the battlements.
Her hands clutched together at her chest while her pale linen kirtle and red hair were soaked through. She looked miserable and he felt a sense of satisfaction along with dread.
“Go inside!” he shouted over the pouring rain.
She shook her head.
“Milady, go inside!”
“I will not!”
Fury flowed through his veins, a knot lodged in his chest. Clenching the hilt of his sword in his hand, he ran along the battlement toward her. The rain blurred his vision, but he could still see her standing with stubborn resolution, angering him further.
He pulled up short only a hands width from her face. Breathing heavy, he stared at her with resentment and violence. He dropped his sword and it clattered at their feet. With both hands, he captured her annoyingly beautiful face and kissed her hard, branding her lips as his own. He wanted to punish her and love her at the same time.
She moaned beneath his onslaught and the sensual sound smothered against his mouth, increasing the erection pressed against his breeches. His heart thumped erratic like the summer storm.
Stepping away, she lifted her wet kirtle over her head and stood before him completely naked. Without a corset, her breasts jutted outward, her nipples hardened. Her creamy skin contrasted against the gloomy battlements while the red thatch between her thighs aroused him like never before. She stood before him vulnerable yet with full command in her lust-filled eyes. She was glorious.
If this was another trick, another deception—he was beyond caring.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Pushing his tongue into her mouth, he walked her to the wall, her warm moisture torturing and tempting his manhood.
The rain pelted harder on his back.
Her naked buttocks were slippery, but he held her fast. She was not going anywhere. He needed to be inside her, to join with her again.
With her back against the wall, he rubbed himself against her while she undid the laces to his breeches. Awkwardly, he pushed them down his waist and his cock sprung to life, feeling the sticky heat of her womanhood while pressing between her lips.
He lifted her higher and then gradually settled her down on his erection. The instant heat of her smooth insides cradled him and they both sighed with sensual relief. No matter what their words said, their bodies could not lie. This was where he connected with her, his heart and soul binding with hers.
Tilting his head, he suckled her nipple. He lifted her up and down on his shaft and his sacs tightened, his body preparing to explode. Instead he waited, resisted its overwhelming pull until Alayne found her pleasure. He wanted this to last, but knew it would not. He was too aroused by the sensation of the rain and her eager responses.
She grinded onto his cock and pulled his head up to kiss him as hard as he kissed her. The taste of her mouth, along with her sweet breath enflamed his senses.
Gods wounds, he never felt so alive.
Wrapping both arms around his neck, her moans became louder and louder until she broke away from his mouth. Her insides squeezed around him and she pounded herself harder against him, sending him over the edge.
The wind and rain took away his roar as their bodies moved in a frenzy of passion. They clawed at each other, taking and giving with all their strength.
Resting his head on her shoulder, he breathed laboriously. The rain ceased to a sprinkle and the ardor in his veins cooled. He raised his head to find tears mingled on her already moist face.
“I am sorry,” she whispered.
He shook his head and lowered her to her feet. “I do not want to discuss it.”

Excerpt from Lady of the Mountain
by Lyn Armstrong

Braen rose from the large four-post bed, his finger and thumb stroking his chin, his eyes piercing.
Lying back on the bed, she put her hands behind her head, puzzled. What was he up to?
He turned on his heel and left.
Sitting up, she watched him walk away. “Where are you going?” Panic shot through her.
He stopped and winked at her. Then went to the corner with all her various materials. “Are these magical too?” He picked up a few bolts of cloth.
“Aye.”
“Good.” Rummaging through the material, he finally straightened, his back facing her. Drucilla heard a loud rip and she tried to peer around the pink bed curtains to see what he was doing.
He turned with an arm hiding behind his back. Every step he took closer to her caused a brighter purple energy to radiate from him. He stood, looking down at her with lust in his eyes. The iridescent light floated into her, revitalizing her soul with unquenchable desire.
“Lie down and close your eyes,” he ordered.
She grinned and obeyed, her mouth suddenly dry. The rustling of clothes came from the side of the bed and she itched to peek at his glorious, hard body.
“Put your hands behind your head, the way you were before,” he ordered in a low, husky tone. “That’s it. I like to see your beautiful breasts raised up.”
She felt his weight lean on the bed, and then a moist tongue flick her nipple, sending millions of lightening bolts straight to her groin.
“Hmm, lovely,” he said, his voice washing over her like warm honey.
She went to open her eyes.
“Uh-uh. Keep them closed.”
Drucilla stretched her body; her skin tingled with increased anticipation, her breasts jiggled, her nipples raised wanting to be touched.
Unexpectedly, the smooth feel velvet fabric glided across her stomach along with the pressure of Braen’s warm fingertips. He made a trail up the side of her body and glided down the valley between her breasts. Passing her abdomen, the sensual material seared a path down her leg until he ended up at the tips of her toes. She sighed with the erotic, cool feel of the cloth against her body.
He ran his hand over every inch of her flesh, avoiding her most sensitive parts that ached for his attention.
Around the outside of her breasts, he circled with the velvet and blew hot breath across the erect peaks. His rough-skinned hands traced a path down her arm and entwined his hand with hers. He lightly kissed her lips—his tongue entered her mouth and danced with hers. His essence mingled with hers, hot and moist.
She arched against him, enjoying the different textures against her skin. Soft, hard, gentle and coarse, she craved for him to touch her swollen breasts, to touch her slippery loins. She rubbed her legs together and her damp flesh pulsated with need, causing her to groan.
The soft velvet material wrapped around his hand ran over her nipples, back and forth, the feathery sensation engulfing her whole body. She twisted and writhed on the bed, wanting more, needing more.
His hand lowered to her mound, and she opened her legs as he dipped the material over her quivering bud. It felt deliciously unusual as it slid up and down her slit. She arched against his hand, moaning. He placed two fingers on her entrance and she tipped her hips so he could enter her. In and out, his long fingers plunged, filling her aching core while he massaged the cloth onto her receptive center.
Blood rushed through her veins, her senses threatening to overflow with pleasure. His soft lips closed over her nipple, suckling it into his warm mouth.
Sheer ecstasy cascaded through her being. Taking a deep breath, she screamed, her insides pulsing with abandonment.
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her in wonder.
“You are magnificent,” he said.
Releasing her hands from behind her head, she pushed him onto his back. He chuckled low in his throat and threw his hands up. The hard contours of his muscular length beckoned her appreciation.
“Your turn,” she said.
Excitement bubbled beneath her breasts when she twisted around and lay across his leg, her mouth only a breath away from his glorious erection. “I wanted to do this the first time I saw you naked at the inn.”
“Do what?” he urged, a knowing grin on his face.
Grabbing the base, she licked the length of his shaft all the way to the satin tip. He groaned and closed his eyes. The purple mist thickened in color and she absorbed the energy as if she were the one pleasured.
God’s wounds, that feels wondrous.
This time she opened her mouth and glided his member past her lips, filling her mouth. She sucked on the virile source of his masculinity, running her tongue around the smooth ridges. The erotic power she held over him sizzled within, along with the violet sexual energy dripping from his body while she pleasured his cock in her mouth.
She enjoyed watching his face squeeze and release, hearing his moans. With the black velvet still wrapped around his hand, he held it to his nose and inhaled. She groaned, aroused by his filthy mind.
Flicking the tip with her tongue, she rose and straddled his hips.
“Do you like my scent?” she asked, her gaze devouring his hooded eyes. His wispy brown hair fell over his brow making him look almost boyish and devilishly handsome.
“Aye,” he answered, “Delicious.”
She slowly lowered herself onto his long, engorged flesh. It filled her to the hilt, merging their bodies together as one. Resisting the urge to writhe, she remained still, allowing the flow of their mutual sexual energy to satisfy her soul, enhancing her powers. She was speechless, never had she felt so complete—so emotional.
The muscles in his arms flexed when he placed his hands on her hips and rocked her back and forth. Each movement brought with it intolerable divine pleasure, driving her mind beyond this world and into a state of euphoria.
She gritted her teeth and braced herself for ultimate bliss.
“This is how a sorceress takes a wizard.”

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 05:43 PM
Very good advice on writing love scenes, Minnette. Those are the sorts of things I try to include in my scenes.

I think I've succeeded for the most part. ;)

Actually, that was advice from Delilah via me, since her internet is still down, but I'll pass that along, Rob. From what I've read, I don't think you have anything wrong with your love scene, old buddy! :notworthy:

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 05:47 PM
Quelle surprise. ;)

~LMAO~ Laugh it Up fuzball

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 05:54 PM
Here's one from me...

THE EDGE OF HONOR
by Minnette Meador


When Marius reached her, he grabbed her shoulders and roughly pulled her against his naked chest, crushing his mouth onto hers. The prickle of his un-shaven cheeks scrapped against her skin. His lips had never been more wonderful. He grabbed her face with both hands, forcing her lips open with his tongue, drinking deeply of her mouth. The breathless masculine moans tingled against her face and down her spine. The kiss sent sparks of pleasure over her breasts, through her belly, and into her groin, saturating her. She had never wanted him inside her more.


Marius’ hands fell from her face and gripped the front of her tunic. In a swift rending tear, the material parted, leaving her naked body exposed to him. Without releasing her lips, he tugged her closer and wrapped his hands around the mounds of her buttocks, making the soaking folds at her center open as he parted them. Air rushed through the moisture and her muscles contracted, making her shiver in his arms.


The heat of his chest burned her nipples, the sweat making them slip against his flesh until they were stiff and needy. His erection was full, hard, the blood saturated muscle hot against her belly.


When he lifted her off her feet, it took her breath and the ensuing gasp made him snarl in response. Delia wrapped her legs around his waist, hating to leave the contact of his hardness.


The silky head brushed her folds, tickling the opening, causing a torrent of moisture she could not hold back.
Marius broke from her lips and lifted her higher until her breasts were at his mouth. She looked down into those spectacular brown-black eyes, tiny flecks of gold and silver spinning like stars in the dark irises. The side curl of his mouth gave the rugged face a mischievous candor and a wicked light sparked. The expression nearly drove her over the edge and she groaned with need, deeply digging her fingers into the muscles at the back of his neck.


Sticking out the tip of his tongue, he flicked it once against the right nipple. The sensation made her thrust her hips down to engulf him, but Marius held her tight and she whimpered in frustration. He repeated the act on the left nipple and then again on the right, moving back and forth, watching her face until she clenched her teeth and hissed. Without warning, he sucked one into his mouth and sank his teeth into it. Every inch of her skin quaked in response.
He eased her down until the tip of his erection grazed first the tiny bud in the back and then forced open the sensitive creases of her saturated flesh.


Delia could not stop the pounding ecstasy that racked her body. Marius held her tight until the writhing stopped. Short, panting gasps escaped her throat and she could do no more than breathe into her husband’s smiling eyes. His laughter was long and rich, reaching deep into her heart.
Without preamble, Marius turned with Delia in his arms and sat on one of the benches among the herbs. He finally allowed her to slide onto his erection.


As the long heat seared into her body, it filled and stretched her, as if it were the first time. Instead of pain, the ecstasy was intense, sending tendrils of pleasure through every inch of her skin. She braced her knees on either side of her husband’s hips and continued her slow descent. Marius took his time. The pace was both torture and bliss, but she cherished every second.

Lifting his hands to her sides, he bent her back to reach the hardened nipples and pulled one into his mouth. Delia could do nothing more than close her eyes and let him take her.

Catherine Bybee
October 17th, 2008, 05:54 PM
100 million orgasms!!! Wow. That blows my mind. Can you imagine the positive energy that must send to the earth? That's fantastic. I hope the people who read my book will contribute to the number. LOL.


I'd like to know how many of those orgasms are from Women / Men / Self Induced?

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 05:55 PM
We won't see an excerpt from Delilah until tomorrow...I'm looking forward to that myself. The book is, after all, about a mistress training english gentlemen in the art of love...

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 06:23 PM
Just want to let everyone know (if you didn't see it on the front page), I failed miserably to get the contests posted this morning...even though I thought I had! So there is a post for today's contests. Because of my foopah, we are extending the deadline on these to noon tomorrow, which will give us four contests tomorrow! Lyn's, mine, Delilah's, and the grand prize. How cool is that? M:)

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 07:55 PM
I'd like to know how many of those orgasms are from Women / Men / Self Induced?


If walls could talk. LOL.

Lyn Armstrong
October 17th, 2008, 07:56 PM
Just want to let everyone know (if you didn't see it on the front page), I failed miserably to get the contests posted this morning...even though I thought I had! So there is a post for today's contests. Because of my foopah, we are extending the deadline on these to noon tomorrow, which will give us four contests tomorrow! Lyn's, mine, Delilah's, and the grand prize. How cool is that? M:)

Woo Hoo, we are giving away the grand prize, tomorrow. Sign up folks. :orange:

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 08:14 PM
Reminder: To sign up for the grand prize, all you have to do is post on one of the threads on this seminar. If you've already posted, you're in...if you haven't, you have until 3pm tomorrow to post...so let's get those comment in! Good luck everyone. M:)

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 08:21 PM
If walls could talk. LOL.
I can think of a couple of times that there were no walls involved when I had an orgasm. ;)

Minnette
October 17th, 2008, 08:25 PM
I can think of a couple of times that there were no walls involved when I had an orgasm. ;)

Ahhh...a nature boy, huh? I always had my suspicions...:cowboy:

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 08:29 PM
Oooo. Can I post an excerpt? :cool2:

This is from my vampire anthology, In The Dark.

It's, um, not for underage, impressionable or old, uptight readers. ;)

____________


“Georges,” Diane gasps, “finish me. I have to come. Please, I’ve waited for years. No more. Please!”

“D’accord.” Releasing her breast, I look into her eyes. The sea green irises swirl with lust, with desperation, and with love. I smile. It’s been a long time since I was loved as well.

Kneeling fully on the floor, I reach to the laces of her sneakers and undo them. At the same instant, she undoes the button on her jeans. I hold her shoes as she steps from them, draw her socks from her feet. Pulling her pants and panties down, I free her from all her clothes.

I look at her vulva. The pubic hair is trimmed close and a copper red rather than the auburn of her head. Her lips are engorged and dripping with her want. The soporific aroma of her arousal stuffs my nose. The sight fills me with an enormous pleasure. To be wanted so badly, with such honest need, is a rarity in my existence and I revel in it.

“Legs on my shoulders, chére,” I instruct her.

She stands on one foot and drapes her other limb over me. I grab her firm cheeks to support her. Shifting her weight, she lifts her other leg into place. I pull her close and bury my mouth in her aroused womanhood.

“God,” she gurgles as I do, “So good, so nice. Get me off, please.”

My tongue washes over her lips, sopping up the rich taste of her lubrication.

Diane hisses, grabs my hair. “Yes!” she exclaims. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Please!”

I grab one of her labial lips, tug at it gently.

Her thighs clamp on my head, a rush of fluid gushes from her, signaling how intense her joy is. A breathless little shriek bursts from her lungs.

My mouth moves up and the flat of my tongue covers the little nub at the top of her slit. I lap at her then swirl my tip around it.

“Shit,” my woman gasps, “so good, so good. You always, know, where to, touch me.” Her body squirms, the madness that grips her forcing her to move in random motions.

One hand of mine releases the buttock it holds, runs along her perineum. Arriving at her labia I pet them, scissor them between my fingers. They become soaked with the fluids dribbling from my love.

Diane squeals at my touch, her body shakes. “Inside,” she huffs, “please.”

I stiffen two fingers and push them into her, running deep. In spite of the tight clamping of her channel I enter easily. Diane is very wet. I start to pump, a languorous rhythm that makes her twitch, as if I’m pulling a string connected to all her muscles.

She grits out words as I thrust into her. “Georges. Good. So, good. Love, you. Don’t, stop.” Her hips begin to match the pace of my fingers. She clasps them very tight.

I speed up, work a little harder. My tongue presses more firmly against her clit, pushing against it with vigour.

Diane grabs my head, pulls at my hair. “Yes!” she cries. “That’s it!” All her muscles tighten, showing how close she is.

My fingers find that so sensitive spot inside her. I push against it, rub it hard.

Diane falls.

She draws in a breath, and lets it out with a bellow. She humps and jerks, her orgasm seizing complete control of her. Warm honey flows from her, drenching my hand. Her cry ends, a jerking moan replaces it, a sound rich with heat.

Relaxing, her climax pulls back. Just a little. I continue working, teasing. My tongue reduces its pressure to a feather touch. I know she’ll be too sensitive to handle a firm contact. All this hits her still high lust. It swells and explodes in her once more.

Again, she pulls me tight. Again, she deluges my hand. Again, she jerks and moans, twitches and hisses. She releases the pent up energy she’s carried so long.

She softens. But her womanhood still clutches at me, wanting my touch. The shoulders of my shirt are growing damp with her sweat; my sleeve wet with her spending.

I don’t stop. I want this to be very special, a moment she’ll hardly remember and never forget. My fingers pump, my tongue laves. In moments, she climaxes again. Diane keens with joy, shakes and shimmies with the delight blasting through her.

We go on, and on, and on. She never stops demanding and I never stop answering.

Abruptly, she straightens, every muscle cords to its maximum. She draws in a long, shaking breath that sounds as if it’s her last one. And she wilts, her body turns to jelly.

I leave off my playing, withdraw my fingers from her. Gently, I lower her until she’s seated in my lap. Diane just lies against me, panting hard. I look down and her eyes are blank, her jaw slack. She twitches as random little shocks race through her.

I smile, bask in the warmth of her glow. I don’t know how I continued to exist without her and the joy of her happiness.

She’s a strong woman. Soon, she sighs, places her arms around me and hugs. “Georges,” she whispers, “don’t ever do that again.”

“Make love to you?” A smile plays on my lips.

She chuckles. “No. Leave me.” Her head leans back, she looks into my eyes. “I couldn’t stand it. I need you, Georges. I love you.”

__________

How's that? :)

rgraham666
October 17th, 2008, 08:30 PM
Ahhh...a nature boy, huh? I always had my suspicions...:cowboy:
Not especially. But needs must when the Devil drives.

In a manner of speaking. ;)

Catherine Bybee
October 17th, 2008, 11:49 PM
I can think of a couple of times that there were no walls involved when I had an orgasm. ;)


HEHEHE Can you say TMI? No, not here anyway. grin

rebelheart
October 18th, 2008, 12:23 AM
I was afraid I'd be the only "oversexed" one, but I'm so glad to see I am not alone.
As far as privacy goes, I can say that when Gustav hit and we lost electricity, as well as phone/internet service, it was so quiet that you could hear when someone went to the bathroom on the other end of the house. Now I understand outhouses. It also made me realize how little privacy a husband/wife has in the bedroom. All those little noises we automatically shut out now---the hum of the fridge or the computer or a ceiling fan, the ever so-slight buzzing from the DVD player, the ticking of the clock---combine to muffle sounds throughout the house without you realizing it. Of course, it was only quietly still when generators weren't running.

Minette and Lyn, thanks for the lessons. The contests were a fun lagniappe. Julie

rebelheart
October 18th, 2008, 12:25 AM
Yeah, I'm so glad I didn't miss the grand prize drawing.
Rob, that's hot! Julie

rgraham666
October 18th, 2008, 07:58 AM
Thank you, Julie. :)

Lyn Armstrong
October 18th, 2008, 06:34 PM
Minette and Lyn, thanks for the lessons. The contests were a fun lagniappe. Julie[/quote]


You are welcome, Julie. It's been fun chatting to you all over the week. HugMe

elizaknight
October 18th, 2008, 08:59 PM
I was mostly a lurker this week, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading all the lessons and comments :)

Lyn Armstrong
October 18th, 2008, 10:15 PM
I was mostly a lurker this week, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading all the lessons and comments :)


Thanks Eliza. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :rolleyes:

Minnette
October 18th, 2008, 10:27 PM
I was mostly a lurker this week, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading all the lessons and comments :)

I'm so glad you could join us, Eliza...nothing wrong with being a lurker. I'm really happy you enjoyed the lessons!

rebelheart
October 18th, 2008, 11:00 PM
Hi Eliza! Glad to 'see' you again. Still going over those Tudor notes. So much political scandal and intrigue! It's all quite fascinating. Julie