Take it Slow…Posted by: Evangeline Anderson
Nothing turns me off a romance or erotica book faster than the writer jumping right into the sex before I even know the characters. You know, where it’s one sex scene after another from page one? I mean, I love a hot book and I love writing hot books but please, I at least want to understand the motivations and know the background of the people I am reading or writing about before they start going for it. To me jumping right into the sex, no matter how hot and naughty it is, without getting to know the characters first is no better than popping in a male-oriented porn movie. The kind where the pizza guy comes to the door but oops! the blonde with the fake boobs has no money to pay him and so has to get down and dirty on the living room rug to earn her extra large with anchovies. (Cue the bow-chicka-bow-bow music here.)
See what I mean? Who wants to watch that (unless they have a penis of course.) What most women (myself included) seen to want is a slow, gradual progression that leads up to the final act. And that’s what I most love writing. The inevitable series of events that leads to the ultimate hot sex is important when writing an erotica book and if you skip to the end it’s just no fun. In other words, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.
Having said that, let me introduce you to the characters in my latest naughty novel, Picture Perfect. Melanie is an aspiring model who has the hots for her gorgeous and completely off-limits stepbrother, Kurt. She’s wanted him from the moment her mom said ‘I do’ to Kurt’s dad but she knows that if they get together her mom will probably disown her. So she and Kurt try to ignore the electricity between them and act like everything is normal…but of course it isn’t.
At the beginning of the story, Mel had decided to take a job modeling for pictures in an exercise book. Kurt, playing the overprotective big stepbrother insists on coming along and winds up getting roped into doing the modeling shoot with her. Of course what neither of them know is that the ‘exercise book’ is actually about sexual exercise—specifically it’s a modern day Kama Sutra that tells the reader how many calories each, um, position burns off.
Having put Mel and Kurt in this situation I could have made them have sex right away but where would be the fun in that? What I really enjoyed about writing this book was that I had both my characters in a very uncomfortable position and completely naked getting into sexual positions without actually having sex…yet.
During the modeling shoot Kurt and Mel get closer and closer to the actual act until the explosive climax. Was it fun to write? Hell, yes—talk about mental masturbation…lol. Will it be fun to read? I certainly hope so. Here’s an excerpt so you can see for yourself. If you’re interested, check it out here:
EXCERPT of Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson—Warning—Explicit!
“Okay, you two want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, stalking over with the camera in one hand.
“What do you mean?” I asked innocently, although I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.
“Why are you” — she pointed at Kurt — “acting like she’s too hot to touch? And you–” She pointed at me. “Why are you playing little Miss Shy? And why are both of you as stiff as boards? I would expect this kind of reserve if the two of you didn’t know each other, but you’re a couple — you’ve been together for…how many years?”
“Five,” Kurt said before I could answer.
“Five years,” Lisa continued, pacing up and down in front of the bed where we were positioned. “I mean, you’ve probably fucked her this way lots of times before, am I right, Kurt?”
“Oh, uh, sure.” He coughed, and I could almost see his tan face turning red. “I’ve just never…never in front of a camera.”
“Well, that to the side, it’s obvious you two have chemistry. You want her, right? She turns you on?”
Kurt cleared his throat and I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder to see his reaction to Lisa’s matter-of-fact question. “Yes, I want her,” he said with a quiet intensity that made me shiver. “I want her so much it hurts.”
“And you, Melanie,” Lisa continued, looking at me. “Kurt is a good-looking guy, and it’s clear he knows how to treat you in the bedroom. Knows when to be gentle, when to be rough — am I right?”
I bit my lip and felt myself turning bright red in the face, but I forced myself to answer. “Kurt’s…ah, amazing in bed,” I murmured. “He always knows just how to touch me.” Now why had I added that last part? Was I crazy, throwing gasoline on the fire I could feel raging between myself and my stepbrother? But once the words were out, I couldn’t call them back. Lisa, apparently oblivious to the added tension she was causing, continued to lecture.
“There’s a lot of passion between you two — I can feel it just under the surface, waiting to get out. And I know this kind of posing is awkward — it’s hard to do sexual things, even things you’ve done with a lover for years — in front of the camera. But think of the readers — they want more than just to be educated, they want to be titillated. Turned on. And nothing is more titillating or sexier than seeing two people who really care about each other making love. Do you see?”
I nodded and Kurt said, “Uh, sure,” from behind me.
Lisa nodded vigorously. “Glad you agree. So, please, let me see a little of that sensuality break free. Really get into it. Mel, spread your legs more and arch your back, as if you were trying to get him deeper inside you. And, Kurt, lean over Mel and hold her, cup her breasts. Stroke her, caress her, let her feel how much you want her.” She lifted the camera again and began fiddling with the lens. Apparently the lecture was over — for now.
“Mel?” I heard Kurt whisper in my ear. “Is this okay with you?”
I watched as Lisa finished whatever she was doing with the camera and raised it to her eye. I knew this was our last chance. We were going to have to let go a little more, or we’d be out the door and she’d find two other models who weren’t quite so constrained around each other.
“Yes,” I breathed, spreading my thighs wider and arching my back. I could feel the tips of my long auburn hair trailing over my naked lower back, tickling my bare skin, and the cool cotton of the sheets beneath my hands and knees. But most of all I was hypersensitive to the feeling of Kurt’s hands on my body as he bent over me. There was something warm and wet in the center of my back and I realized that he’d kissed me. Then again and again — he was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine, his mouth hot against my shivering skin as his big hands slid slowly around to cup me.
I moaned when he gathered my breasts into his hands — I couldn’t help it. The feel of his rough, callused palms against my sensitive, aching nipples was almost too much. The moist, blunt probe of his cock brushed against my inner thighs, dangerously close to my open cunt, and for a moment I felt like a female animal in heat about to be mounted.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked in a low voice, and I shook my head, not sure I could trust myself to speak. God, it felt good to have him so close. I just wished I could have him a little bit closer. For the first time, I began to seriously consider doing the infamous “penetration shots” Lisa had talked so casually about. Then I pushed the thought away — Kurt was my brother, well, my stepbrother anyway. There was no way we ought to be doing what we were doing right now, even if it was only simulated, let alone taking things any further.
“Good, good, that’s excellent,” Lisa said, walking around us and clicking away with the camera, capturing the position from every possible angle. “Play with her nipples, Kurt — pinch them, twist them. Do whatever it is that you usually do to get her turned on.”
Kurt didn’t ask this time. I felt him grasp my sensitive peaks and tug gently at first and then more forcefully when I didn’t object. “God, Mel, your breasts are so beautiful,” he murmured in my ear as he touched me. “Haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since the time during that last vacation you walked in on me and you were topless.”
I could feel myself blushing with pleasure. So he had been thinking about me as much as I thought about him. I had figured as much considering the constant sexual tension between us, but it was nice to hear out loud that he found me desirable.
“You were more than topless — you were naked,” I pointed out breathlessly as he continued to play with my breasts.
“I was taking a shower,” he growled. “Tell the truth, did you walk in like that on purpose?”
I shook my head and gasped as he tugged at my aching peaks. “No, I swear. I didn’t hear you — I had water in my ears from swimming in the lake.”
“Too bad.” He kissed the side of my neck, a hard, openmouthed kiss that made me writhe with pleasure. “I kind of hoped you did.”
I couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “I’ve thought about you too, since then,” I whispered breathlessly as he twisted my nipples, sending sparks of pure pleasure straight to my open pussy. God, I was throbbing with need, my clit like a second heartbeat between my legs. If only he would touch me there…
It was as if Lisa read my mind. “Okay now, this position is excellent for manual stimulation,” she said, still clicking. “So, Kurt, put one hand between Melanie’s legs and pretend you’re stroking her.”
One of Kurt’s large, warm hands left my breasts and began to travel slowly over my quivering stomach. I spread my thighs wider for him, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say, that he didn’t have to pretend anything if he didn’t want to. He was too much of a gentleman to take the hint, however, and I nearly moaned with frustration when he simply cupped my heated mound in his hand. But already Lisa was shaking her head.
“Not good enough,” she told him. “I need some action here — I know this is intimate, but I have to ask you to go as far as you can in order to get a realistic shot. Pretend you’re really making love and you want to make her come — spread her open and play with her a little. You don’t have to do finger penetration if you don’t want to, but it would certainly look better if you did,” she added, as if it was an afterthought.
“Mel?” Kurt was panting in my ear, his deep voice hoarse with need.
“Do it,” I whispered back. “You heard her; we have to get a good shot. Please, Kurt, don’t hold back. I need this to be good.” I didn’t know if I was talking about getting a good picture or about letting him finger me for the first time, but by that time I hardly cared. I arched my pelvis, angling my pussy into his hand, and moaned as I felt him part my swollen cunt lips with his big fingers. He stroked me gently, his blunt fingertips circling my throbbing clit before sliding lower.
“Is it all right to go inside you?” he asked, obviously still not wanting to do anything without my permission. “Can I finger your pussy, Mel? Do you want me to finger fuck your cunt?”
“God!” I moaned as he circled my entrance, waiting to hear my answer. I was sure he knew what his dirty words would do to me, that talking to me that way would make me hot enough to explode.
“Mel,” he murmured, sliding back up to stroke my clit again. “I need to know. I can’t do this without your permission — it wouldn’t be right.”
“Yes,” I whispered at last, when I could catch my breath. “Yes, Kurt, put…put your fingers inside me. Do it.”
Two long, strong fingers slid deeply into my cunt almost before the words were out of my mouth. I gasped helplessly as he pressed up into me, trying to find the end of my channel, testing my heat.
“God, Kurt!” I blurted as he fucked into me with his fingers. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing something so wrong and forbidden, something I had been wanting for ages even though I never let myself think about it or fantasize about it. Well, not much, anyway. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and I was getting close…so close…
“All right, that’s very good. Glad you two have finally come around — those shots will look great in the preparation chapter.” Lisa’s voice interrupted my impending orgasm, and I looked up blindly to see her fiddling with the lens on her camera again. Suddenly, I realized what I had been doing — riding Kurt’s fingers to orgasm in front of a famous photographer and her crew, completely oblivious to how I must look. Not to mention oblivious to how wrong it was to spread my pussy and let my stepbrother finger my slippery, wet inner cunt in the first place.
I shuddered with shame as Kurt withdrew his fingers. He must have felt the same way I did because he murmured, “Sorry, Mel,” as he sat back and away from me. Without the heat from his big body surrounding me, I suddenly felt even more naked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively and shivered.
“What’s next?” Kurt asked, his deep voice surly. I guessed that his guilt matched my own because when I stole a glance at him, he had his arms crossed over his muscular chest and he was frowning deeply.
“A few more poses and then a break,” Lisa promised. “For right now, twining position.”
****So that’s all for now. I’d like to thank Wild on Books for having me as a guest blogger. I hope you enjoyed my entry and remember, the next time you’re reading or writing something naughty…take it slow.
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