I know we were having a discussion in the lounge about this, and I saw someone suggest a topic. Here is the topic.
I personally feel that a sex scene can either be informatively deep and progressive or not, it doesn't matter so long as the right approach is taken for that story. After all sex is a major part of life and we wouldn't be doing life justice if we ignored it. However, I also do not feel a liking towards the over explicit smut...in a creative sense. In fact I would suggest that the sex scene never be pointless; but if not deep, at least purposeful.
A sex scene can be used to advance so much of the story (someone said this in the lounge) such as the characters and their feelings. For instance in the little story I am going to post below I talk about the greed and lust v love the character feels during sex. I talk of the primal nature and the struggle of human nature. For me I feel that I set the character up in such a way that I could continue the story at any time, which I feel is important in some cases. Opening a book with a sex scene not only makes a book marketable, it makes the book more passionate in some cases if you ask me. There is a strength behind the act.
Though I would shy away from using sex as a common practice and I would flower up the language...let's keep it clean, eh? Lol. Many people simply find the terms: "hard fuck," "plowed her pussy so hard," ect as idiotic male talk. We really are idiots, but hey got to love us.
Well I lost my train of thought so I am just going to post my story. Feel free to read it and comment or just talk about the subject some more. And there was my two cents.
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As I steadily press against her tender form I can feel her insides light up with euphoria - she's hitting ecstasy. Her usually narrow eyes widen as I stab into her faster and harder than before; I want her orgasm to be explosive, to say the least. Quicker, harder, faster: I remind ever inch of her whom who its lover is. However, as she clasps her delicate, yet entranced fingers, around me - with a fury only a woman can have - I realize she has no intention of letting me pull out. Her whom is mine, her virginity is mine, and her heart too.
Her legs pull me inwards with my last thrust into her warm whom, it's so warm. My body flinches backwards but her legs hold me so close that we lie there cemented together in one warm, giddy, ball of energy. Mine flowed into hers just then - my unborn children are flowing into the tender flower that is her body, impregnating her - she's mine. But wait, I'm forgetting her.
Her entire body is ablaze with what I can only guess is passion - maybe love. Every inch of her body is blushing and I can't get enough of it. I want her to scream. I want her to scream for me. I can't help it, I know she is already going crazy, but I can't help it. I quickly move my fingers down to her sweet lotus and embrace it with them. Quickly I mash them together and apart, her body shrills as I do this. I want more - so much more.
I bring myself to another erection and I slide it into her dripping lotus, she screams. I want more, so much more. This time it won't be passionate, she will orgasm. With every ounce of my energy I begin to slide in and out of her with increasing haste, her back arches. I need more.
I look directly into her eyes and stare into them, my face is painted with lust - she begins to cry. My thrusts are becoming so fast I can hardly keep up with my body, it's moving on its own. All I can focus on are her eyes; they're scared but excited at the same time - what a masochist. I want to crawl inside of her; I want to share the same soul as her.
Why can't I be one with her? There is no reason for her not to let me share in her body and soul: let me in. Let me all the way in.
Her face is so flush and her cheeks so covered in tears that I can hardly make her out anymore. Her entire body is tense and ready to explode: her hands are entangled into the sheets; her back is arched so high that every muscle in her body is flexed; and her lotus is so wet that my effort is almost nothing. But wait, what is this in her eyes?
A sudden flash is coming about her eyes, they're burning. She moans - yes, moan and remain mine. Her entire body tightens - I feel crushed inside of her, its wonderful - and then a rush comes about me. Her body lets go and falls to the bed and I fall out of her; she's smiling, in a sort of half transcended way. She did it, she orgasmed - I didn't expect that...
I want more.
Failure should push you until success can pull you.