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SirSpewalot
1 week ago
Bisexual Male, 56
0 miles · Walla Walla

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One semi-serious piece of writing advice I've read is write your story, then omit the first paragraph. Some stories I've simply gone on to delete every paragraph after the first as well.

Seriously though...The question for me is what is necessary to introduce the characters; if I write first-person perspective, as I usually do, that means more specifically, what do I need to start with to introduce the other character(s) they'll have sex with (since that's the main point here)? Some stories start with location: "Strolling in as smooth as sin, I looked around the room before heading to the bar."

Sometimes it starts with seeing the other character: "I looked up as she slipped off her jacket and sat down several tables away, and while she was looking away I quickly scanned her face and figure unobtrusively before returning to my book."

Sometimes it starts with dialogue or conversation: "'Really, yoga will help with that,' I heard Belinda say. She said it a lot."

Sometimes all of the above:

The bell clanged again when the door swung back shut. “We’re about to close,” she said.
“I’m here about the job? The one…”
She smiled briefly as she looked me up and down, then stared into my eyes. “And how much experience do you have with herbalism?”


And sometimes it starts with hot and heavy sex about someone else entirely:

I thrust harder, the tight slickness gripping and squeezing me. I could see her green eyes and soft blonde hair as I plunged back and forth, the squishing around my cock filling my ears. With a final lunge, my loins pulsed, waves of relief washing through me, and thick jets of sticky whiteness shot into the handkerchief in my other hand. As I drained my lust and the pleasure passed, the image of Evelyn faded away in the same way the oil disappeared from my hand into the outside of the folded handkerchief.

Make the reader sit up and know they need to read more--that's what I aim for. Make a promise tot he reader that it's worth their time, the more extravagant a promise the better, then follow through, dammit.
Face, no, though a couple of times when a woman asked, I've enjoyed it in the moment. Boobs? Oh yes.
I usually have a particular "kink" or fascination of the characters in mind when writing a story, and that is usually the category I use, though several categories might apply. I put the others in the tags.
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Submissive Asian geisha girl and some white CEO for instance- that could either be endorsing white supremacy, lampooning it, or criticizing it, depending on everything else in the narrative.


Oh, hey, I kinda wrote that. I'd fear for a reader's reading skills who could fail to realize after the first couple of paragraphs it's not a satire of many things. (As to whether it's a good satire's a separate question, but it sure was fun to write.)

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/money/-standard-practices-in-a-cutthroat.aspx

I often take tropes, run with them, reverse them, bend, fold, and spindle them, and write them up. I'm now afraid I do a crappy job with it, because I haven't gotten a negative comment yet.
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lol thank you all for the opinions. I think this will prove my point. still though, touchy much? you'd think I had called you all incompetent.


Whatever, snowflake.
No, the editors are not Nazis. Me, I work as an editor, so I'm a grammar Nazi. I also have to help my wife watch her blood sugar, so I'm even worse than a grammar Nazi and a soup Nazi put together--I am a chocolate Nazi. I'm even in some ways worse than Hitler, as HE never sentenced anyone to firing squad at dawn for putting pineapple on pizza. So no, take it from me, these guys and gals are creampuffs.
Heh, I read the title as meaning "The draft saves the hierarchy," and I was expecting some incisive 60s-vintage political wrangling.
I did it maybe two-three dozen times as a young man. I'd been masturbating forever but never had any other sex when I managed it; I was 18 and had started reading lots of the gay letters in magazines. I was really turned on by them at the time but also ashamed, and no way n hell would I try to find a guy--that was before the Internet made it easy. So one night I was pretty close to coming after edging for an hour and thought maybe I could satisfy my curiosity and myself in one blow, as it were. I managed to get my cock about four inches from my mouth after fifteen minutes of positioning and repositioning when I exploded all over my face; the next two nights I got closer, and finally I hit the right angle and technique. The first time I got the head inside my mouth before erupting and nearly choking myself, and the next night was the first in which I got shaft inside. I think I got half of myself inside maximum, and every time I did it, I lasted maybe a minute before coming. After the second time I swallowed, and after the third time there was no feeling of guilt or squick. However, it hurt my back and was never easy, but it was excellent practice for when I sucked other men.

A slightly fictionalized account is up here.
Quote by JamesLlewellyn

Perhaps it is because publishing is a kind of discipline: to create something good enough that you're willing to have other people read it, as opposed to do something rough and ready, but not terribly good.


That's similar to why I post stories here, except that often I write stories as a sort of exercise when I'm struck by a scene or situation. I get a feverish desire to write something so well that I feel I need to put it up, sort of committing myself to seeing it through as a creditable artistic whole, however small in scale. Then once it's up, I tend to forget about it and am always surprised when I get comments.
I agree with you completely about pubic hair. I think there's only one character in my stories who shaved, and that was a mildly important part of the story.

For me, I probably have a much greater proportion of black women as main characters in my stories than in the general American population. (Or in my romantic history.) I realized this early on as I was writing one such story and made it part of the story and, indeed, hinted at the reason in the title. Since then I've continued the trend and make no apologies for it.
I tried the mobile site a few times, but I'm much more used to popping in and out here as work permits. Welcome to all and sundry!
Not a gal here, but yes, I've been in several dps, both with the woman in the middle and with me in the middle. I told them I had a fantasy of draining into a woman while her husband drained into me, and after a few experiences where she watched us as we took each other, the stars were aligned and the fantasy was well worth realizing.
I write what I like to read, which usually means an interesting story with lots of detailed sex, though perhaps only in the second half. I can think of two or three stories I wrote where it didn't come off (mostly because there were two stories coming together where that didn't quite work), but on the whole I like what I've written.
I don't have an English degree, but I do have an advanced degree in a related field and have worked as an ESL teacher. The details of English grammar are not necessary to be a good writer; learn enough grammar until you feel secure, if that is something you feel you need, but concentrate on reading a wide variety of short stories closely and carefully, and don't be afraid to take them apart sentence by sentence to see how they tick.
And this one is largely true, with names and personal details changed to hide the gloriously guilty, but not actually my first:

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/gay-male/my-first-man-1

This one is largely true, and is a close approximation to my first:

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/gay-male/the-thaw

Finally, while this one is completely fictional, it reflects several experiences:

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/bisexual/summer-growth-part-i

Mind you, most of my stories involve women because as bi I'm much more straight than gay, but as you can tell I'm hardly straight, strait, or narrow.
I was the younger man for several older women, a couple of them older than my mother. They liked the recovery and the fact that unlike men of their own generation I ate pussy, but a big part of it for them, from what several told me, is that they didn't get much sexual variety and didn't get to act on their urges when younger--they married early--and I reminded them of the men around that age that they lusted after but didn't get to be with. They said it was almost like being 20 or 25 again, bt with the added benefit of knowing exactly what they wanted and needed in bed.
I'm a great hard bop fan, especially Blue Note from the 50s and 60s, such as Lee Morgan, Hank Mobley, Dexter Gordon, Horace Silver, Art Blakey, and Billy Higgins. More recent jazz musicians I love are Eliane Elias, Christian McBride, Antonio Hart, Roy Hargrove, Lynn Arriale, Geri Allen, and Cassandra Wilson. This is in addition to many of the musicians people have listed already.
(1) In the short term, it's a combination of having an interesting or striking image or story come to mind and wanting to practice some technique in writing. In the long term, it's the satisfaction of having another story go up. It's good to hear from people that they like the latest, but it's as important to me just to actually have it out there in the world instead of in my head. A year later after it's up I'll go back, reread it, suddenly remember I wrote it, and wince in serious pain at the typos I catch. I also give thanks the damn thing's finally out of my head and not bedeviling me any more.

(2) I write when I'm inspired, often 2,000 to 10,000 words at a time, then put the file away in a folder on my computer. Later I go back to it, add more, hack out even more than that, revise what I wrote and what I let stand, and let it set some more. Recently I had a lot of long-term work that had a lot of spare time in between stages, so I finished off [counts on fingers and other sticky-outy parts] lots of stories I had had sitting in my folder for as much as a year and a half.
I have a few. The most amusing one is "A Matter of Perspective." Another straight-ish one is "Kate's Men." Mixed straight and lesbian is "Summer Storm." The others are "Helga and Consuela," "A Quick Learner," "Paideia and Sororitas," and "Cultural Studies." (Interesting--I'd have said off the cuff I only wrote one or two; I've certainly never written one in first person, unlike many of my other stories.) Hope you enjoy the ones you read.
It might have been Toni Tennille. She had a TV special I watched in which she was just so pretty...
British, French, Austrian, Cuban, Brazilian, Italian, Russian, Korean, Mongolian.
Whereas if she's straight then you can be absolutely sure that she's not fucking anyone else, right?
I have, a couple dozen times. I liked it a lot but it hurt my back. The first time was especially intense, and yes, I swallowed. It was good practice for when I started sucking other men.
The first time I masturbated was one evening after a girl had pressed her breasts into my elbow in the lunchline at school. As I was taking a bath, I kept thinking about that, and I was fully hard by the time it came time to wash my crotch. So I soaped up, and just kept on soaping up. Thumb and index finger of my right hand back and forth and suddenly came. What fun! So I used that technique, soap and fingers, for about two weeks. Then one night I suddenly had a sort of allergic reaction to the soap and couldn't bear touching myself! I was heartbroken, and really horny, so when I went to bed and reached down to check the skin to see if it was all right, I ended up using my whole fist. That's been my technique ever since. Don't use lube, except that I naturally used my spit the times I managed to suck myself.
If we count masturbation, then one day when I was 17 I decided to see how many times I could do it; turns out, 8.

If you mean sex with another person, 7, but I was in my 30s. It was my first time with a certain married couple; the husband also managed 7 times (twice in me, just as I managed twice in him). We exhausted the wife (and helped exhaust each other), but she exhausted us too.