Ben glanced at his college friends, and finally, finally, took her hand and pulled her around the corner of a women’s clothing store.
Mr. Manners was pleasantly un-mannerly in private. He pushed her back against the wall and dove for her lips. She was ready, open-mouthed and hungry. She pulled hard on his hair and wrapped one leg around to the back of his, which gave her better leverage to stick her tongue in his mouth. His hands cupped the bottom of her ass, and she moaned when pelvis found pelvis. They separated momentarily, both panting.
“I live two blocks from here,” Angie said.
He leaned down and sucked at her painted shoulder, which made her head fall back and hit the building.
“Jesus, your mouth.” She pulled his lips back up to hers. “I love your mouth. Come home with me, Ben.”
He moved back enough to still be touching her but to be able to look at her, too, and again, those blue eyes found her tats as he licked his bottom lip.
“What?” she said.
“Can I confess something?”
“I have a little fetish for tattoos.”
She chuckled, dark and deep. “Mr. Manners likes a bit of ink?”
“Ben, let’s go!” someone shouted from the street, and he looked in the direction of his friends.
“Uh-uh,” she said, latching onto the back of his head. “No. You’re coming home with me.”
“Can’t. Don’t even know you. Could be a serial killer.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You wouldn’t believe how many court cases start like this. Two people, drunk, making bad decisions.”
“This is a good decision.”
She really enjoyed the view of his furrowed brow, teeth chewing at his bottom lip. Then, his eyes popped open. “Be my date to the wedding.”
“You want to bring an inked-up sex shop girl to a Yale lacrosse wedding?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” He nodded, grinning.
“As a reader, it’s definitely the ability to put my imaginary self in the scene. If I’m analyzing what worked after the fact, it’s usually pacing, word-choice, and generalizations that leave room for my imagination to slot me into the scene. Especially if it’s one comprised of elements I’ve never personally experienced (for example, M/M). I like a certain level of specificity and frank language, but too much specific detail can bounce me out of a sex scene faster than anything. If I’m thinking about mechanics, you’ve lost me. Therefore, as a writer, I look for that sweet spot of details and generalizations and I depend on my beta readers to tell me where I’ve gone off the rails.” – Renee Dominick, author of “Through Glass A Stranger”
“For me, a good sex scene is organic. When it doesn’t follow a natural progression for the characters, when it was obviously the entire point of the story, that seems to be when it is more ‘smut’ than ‘quality sex’ for me. The scenes that resonate with me, that linger in my mind and tease the edges of my memory long after I close the book, are the ones that feel inevitable by the time you get to them. The heat between two characters has built and smoldered over the course of the story and when it finally bursts into flame for those characters, you have been smoldering along with them.” – Danielle Davis, author of “The Courier”
“I need to know how they wound up in bed together, which is a fancy way of saying I need character development. Show me the magnetism, the sexual frustration, perhaps the conflict between two characters that leads to great sex. I’m here for the ride, so give me one (pun intended, of course). Without understanding why characters want to hook up with each other, it’s like walking in on people getting down; it’s abrupt and devoid of context or invitation. Isn’t it so much sexier when you’re invited in instead and you know the players?” – Tiffany Michelle Brown, author of ”Begin Again”
“What makes a great sex scene? In a word: details. If you’re going to write an actual sex scene rather than fading to black (which is perfectly legitimate and far preferable to a bad sex scene), don’t leave things to the imagination. … Paint a clear picture. Put me in the head and body of one of the characters. Make me feel what they’re feeling. If your sex scene can’t do that, re-write or ditch the effort in favor of a fade-to-black. There will be far less eye-rolling and pent up frustration.” – Nicole Blackwood, author of “Sae-ri”
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