Tag: sex

Progress?

I think I may be getting lazy in my old age. Well, my current age. I’m not old. I was born in 1965. It says so right there in my bio. I mean, would lie about a thing like that? Okay, maybe I would. Technically, I’m as fictional as any of my characters, so that does give me a bit of leeway.

The lazy part may be true, though. I noticed today that I haven’t added anything to this blog since September 2019, which is a long time to go without writing something here. It’s been quite a while since I published anything, too. How much longer that will go on I’m not sure. I sent a new book in not too long ago, so it really just depends on how long it takes the publisher to get it out. Sometime it takes longer than others.

My four published autobiographies will be part of my big new book.

The next thing out is called An Erotic Life, and combines everything that’s in my four existing “autobiographies” with enough new material for a fifth book, so even if you’ve already read these you’ll still get your money’s worth. And I didn’t just throw the four existing books in and add a little between them. It’s all been rearranged in proper chronological order.

This is a big book, particularly for something in the erotica category. Almost 107,000 words; a very healthy length even in a mainstream novel. Naturally, it finds me involved in the usual situations. I’m still fucking my brother, getting it on with my aunt, some cousins, an uncle, and the usual strangers and friends. It’s purely coincidental that I didn’t start doing any of this stuff until after I turned eighteen, and has nothing whatever to do with my otherwise ‘almost anything goes’ publisher having a character age limit. As usual, I don’t know what the cover will look like yet (but if one suddenly appears on this post, it means I went back and added it).

Not Sarah, obviously, but another hot redhead I’m sure she’d like to get together with.

Meanwhile, if you’ve read The Gods are Horny, you’ll already be familiar with my friend Sarah, the lovely redheaded lady who’s been knocking around the world getting into all sort of sexual hijinks since around 4685 BCE. She’s the protagonist in the book I’m working on now, Undying Lust, which follows her through the last 6,600 or so years as she gets involved with a host of fascinating and horny folks from history, folklore, and legend, including me. After all, here’s someone who’s been a priestess in a Moronite temple, where the male worshippers expressed their thanks by getting a blowjob from the priestess, a loving mom who thinks her sons should be kept satisfied, the mother of a demigod, granted immortality by the god she once fucked, and a witness to some of the more interesting events of the last few thousand years. This is someone who’s been in a threesome with Robin Hood and Maid Marian, lived through the Black Death more than once, and enjoyed rural Victorian English life as the intimate friend of an incestuous baron and his sister. She made an eventful Atlantic crossing to America, did porn in the ’70s, lived next door to me when I was finishing high school in Georgia, and, well, been pretty busy ever since.

I don’t think Undying Lust is going to be as long as An Erotic Life, but it seems pretty likely to hit 80,000 words or a bit more. Like most of my books, it’s going to have a fair bit of plot mixed in with the fucking, sucking, and lesbians.

I’d really like to have it illustrated, but I’m a terrible artist, and I don’t have the budget for a good one. Ah, well…

Plot v. Porn

There is always a question when you’re writing erotic stories. What is the proper ratio of plot to action? Is there a fixed percentage of the story that should be devoted to graphic descriptions of sexual action? How much description and exposition is enough, and how much is too much?

There doesn’t appear to be any hard and fast rule on this. Porn videos have obviously leaned in the direction of action over exposition. It used to be that porn movies needed to include a good bit of plot and non-sexual action in order to avoid being censored, just as porn magazines, while loaded with pictures of naked people having sex, also contained “scholarly” articles explaining why the things the models were doing was healthy and psychologically important to their mental health. These days, with porn more or less established as legal, there’s a lot less of that.

In 1980, a 70-minute porn feature might contain 30 minutes of people talking. Today, a same-length feature is likely to contain 60 minutes of fucking and just enough plot to get from one bed to the next.

I’m going through this calculation with my current work in progress, which will be called Memoirs of an Immortal. Because the story has to cover a span of over six millennia, there is obviously lots of space for both plot and sex. So far, there’s a good deal of both. My primary character, Zara, who also goes by Sarah, Elissa, Veronica, and a few other names between her birth in 4685 BCE and modern times, spends much of her time having sex. Being immortal, she’s also immune to the various plagues she lives through, and stopped aging at 36, remaining eternally a hot redhead (hence the pictures of hot redheads scattered through this essay).

The story naturally includes that standard “no resemblance” disclaimer, though some of the characters that appear are definitely real. They’ve just been dead long enough to be historical, so you get to mess around with them a bit more. So she gets to meet people such as Caligula, Bocaccio, Shakespeare, and others. What sort of interaction depends on the historical person, how they’re perceived, and what they’d be likely to do in a given situation.

Would she have sex with Caligula, for instance? I think she very well might, at least before he went completely nuts. With Shakespeare? Oh, no doubt, and he’d most likely write a sonnet or two about it, if not an actual erotic play. Fucking in blank verse. Not sure I’ll go there, but there is a certain temptation.

Honestly, you’re going to find plots in all of my stories. I find pure, mindless sex rather boring. Even if I’m watching some Japanese newsroom bukkake video I find that I need to come up with some sort of plot. Must there not be a reason why this ridiculous parade of men are wandering up to the anchor desk and cumming all over the newsreader? And she isn’t trying to kill them? Is it possible that aliens from Planet X have issued a threat to destroy Tokyo if this doesn’t happen? If you’ve ever watched old Japanese sci-fi movies this sort of thing might just make sense.

As for the original question, I can’t really make up my mind if there’s a magic formula for plot v. porn in an erotic story or novel. In Lust for Blood there were a number of chapters with no sex at all, and others where there wasn’t much else. Shorter works tend to have more sex as the encounters are more central to the plot.