With All the Lustful Souls in Mind . . . I’ve Written Another Spicy Erotica

“Erotica is a mindless genre;” “Erotica’s trashy;” “People who enjoy that junk are just shallow and pathetic.”

How many times have readers and writers of erotica read that? Quite often. I’ve heard quite a bit of it and I grew tired of it. So, in authorly fashion, I took on the challenge of showing that erotica can go beyond ‘just sex’ and be far more than ‘porn on paper’.

Though I do enjoy the good, light, saucy stuff. I enjoy the deeper pieces quite a bit, too. I spent years of my life reading non-erotica pieces predating the 1700’s, so I decided to apply what I loved of those Middle Age works to a contemporary erotica piece. When all was said and done, and the smoke from my computer cleared, I had finished The Devil’s Undertones.

Religious Allegory. The Seven Deadly Sins. Lies. Murder. Deceit. Power. Corruption. Greed. Oh and sex? There’s lots of it.

The Devil’s Undertones is the seemingly humble story of a young woman in college and how she falls into a relationship with her Latin Professor, who turns out to be more than just a Latin Professor.

Mmm. He’s just so delicious, sinful, and decadent in that sharp suit, with that soulful deep voice. He’s Temptation in the Flesh. Who could say no? Ms Lara Lockette could not and neither could I.

When I decided to write a twisted tale to silence naysayers I realized that a fantasy I entertained in my teenage years was the perfect playground. Take one erotica story written to prove a point, a long entertained sex fantasy, and voila.

There’s a deep story behind the story, a few snags, a good twist or two (Maybe three of four – who’s counting?). All in all, The Devil’s Undertones is one of my favorite pieces. (After 20 years in the hatchery it better be.)

I’d love to yammer on about the story, what it means, the many layers to it, but that would give it all away! You have to read it to find out why this one piece of tasty erotica is more than just an erotica story. So much more.

[Insert here the obligatory “I write erotica” warning: If you’re under 18 – bugger off. I don’t want you here! Adults only!]

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Quiet please . . . I’m thinking about sex

Write about sex.

That’s the core of erotica.

It seems simple.

It should be simple. After all, it is natural and everybody does it, right? Sure, everyone has their own preferences of legs here and hands there, but cut to the quick and it’s nature in its most raw form. Everyone is familiar with it in their own unique way. Alone. With someone. On television. In their dreams. Some people think of it very little, some people think of it a lot. All in all, we’re all familiar with it. This familiarity should equate to knowledge. Add in a keyboard or a notebook and everyone should be able to write it.

Only, it’s not that simple. How many people actually pay attention to the act during the act? Do you? Do you know why you enjoy it? How would you explain the psychological and physical sensations to someone? Sometimes, that can be a challenge. One question that comes up in various erotica communities is, “What does an orgasm feel like?”

Well other than ‘good’ or ‘unfuckingbelievable’ – answer the question, in detail. Tell someone what an orgasm feels like so they can understand. The understanding is the key. It’s harder than you think to describe these things, even if you have multiples in one sex session, or masturbate ten times a day, describing it can give you a migraine.

Beyond that: how many people actually pay enough attention to the act during the act . . . and then are able to imagine, in that much detail, another scenario they have never engaged in, if they were someone else?

That’s what writing erotica is. In depth awareness transferred to fictional people.

So, the nitty gritty of the sex scene. This takes a tremendous amount of focus for me to accomplish. I have to really know my characters, they have to feel real, or else a sex scene between them is going to be flat and thin, like watered paint. I don’t want flat and thin, I was thick and heavy. Palpable and tangible. Reality on paper. Something that will stick.

Once I commit myself to the concept of the scene – how it will begin, the tone of the scene, all these elements – I have to picture it in detail. This usually means closing my eyes and tuning out everything around me, and writing beginning to end without stopping.

But then, just as soft fingers touch sensitive flesh, or a zipper chatters as it comes undone, the phone rings. Now, while in the act, in real life, what do you do when the phone rings? Do you stop what you’re doing and answer it? No – at least not for me, maybe some of you do with your cell phone addictions. But that’s not me. So I don’t stop writing my scene to answer the phone, either.

Clearly, this sends the signal to the caller that, instead of leaving a message, they need to dial back.

Concentration, and the scene, ruined. Whatever I would have written will never be written. Sure, I’ll still have the idea in mind, but the next time I sit to put my mind to it, the words will be different. There will be a different way to describe the tingle down the spine when wet lips meet warm skin, a different way to whisper sweet somethings in the other’s ear. Who knows, maybe that shift altered the course of the world via some sex related butterfly effect.

I don’t know if that’s possible, but I’d like to think my writing is just that powerful. I’m egotistical that way.

Worse things could happen, I suppose. For instance, just the other day I was working through a scene and my husband asked me question. About the weather.

How does that pan out? “All for the weather, the orgasm was lost?” Indeed, for this one poor scene, my two fictional lovers were suspended mid-sex for two days. If they sprang to life, they’d slaughter me for it. It was a cruel thing. That might be okay for those involved in bondage and patience, but my two characters had all of ten minutes on the clock. They were not thrilled.

But that’s how it really goes when writing erotica. Coitus Interruptus is part of the deal. You commit yourself to writing erotica in any measure, and that comes with the package.

The only way to circumvent this situation is to spread the word: Quiet please . . . I’m thinking about sex.


Judy Canter

Genesis of Between the Sheets

I’ve started – and stopped – and deleted – and started this first post numerous times. As an avid online forum bug, you’d think I know exactly what I want to say. Being an author, you might think I have a lot of things to talk about

Apparently, I don’t.

Maybe it’s a case of writer’s block – is there a prescription or therapy treatment for such an affliction?

How about I talk about my current authoring endeavors… Afterall, if you’re reading this it’s probably through my slowly-growing online connections or my website. For which I’d like to say thank you.

So, my erotica.

My development as an erotica author has been strange – to me at least. It’s one of the least revered sub genres though it has gained a bit more respect in the last few years. Somehow, for some reason, that’s part of the reason why I enjoy it so much.

My writing also comes around to the fact that what I wanted to read in erotica is also not as common. It’s a bit elusive, really. I want well written stories that are as perplexing, compelling, and complex as one might find in any other genre. I want to know the author spent just as much time writing their erotica piece as they would if they were writing mystery, drama, or fantasy.

As a result, I put an extensive amount of time into my writing – character development, background story, plot concepts, tension – all of these things.

I could keep my writing to the easier short stories and call it a day, sure, but where’s the challenge in that? While my short stories are sometimes very challenging in itself, they’re often a seed idea for a larger erotica story concept. It’s a way to play with the characters and see how well their basic chemistry works before diving into a deeper work. 

My current work in progress (WIP) is Steel Wool and Stilettos. (Formerly titled Hammer and Nails). This one is about Sydney Harrow – a non traditional college student who flips homes to cover her college tuition and support her ailing father. Her life is so complicated she has time for little else. That is until she meets Grant Rollins. He complicates her life in more ways than one, but looks fabulous in a tool belt. Of course, there’s much more to him than that.

Steel Wool and Stilettos It’s not the only novel-concept I have, though. At the moment, I have five novels I’d like to write and several short stories in progress as well. That is several years worth of writing and I have every intention of seeing them all to completion in some form or another. You know, life willing. But it seems that for every one concept that I set myself to write, I think of two more. I’ll be too busy to die if I keep this up.

Another project I’m working on is an anthology of military themed erotica short stories. The short story Want, Wait, Touch, Taste (available for free on my website) is one piece that will be in this patriotic collection. 

There, that wasn’t so bad? It seems I had something to say after all – Genesis is complete.