Anal Sex and Double Penetration

In November I blogged about the popularity of menage a trios’. No, not about the act itself, but about the popularity of the act in books and whether I should attempt it myself. No, not the act, but whether I should write a story including or around such an act.

Shortly thereafter, I decided to try it and have started three such books, one of which is based upon a former blog I did about sexual women tourists in the Caribbean called The Big Bamboo. And so that story will be appropriately titled, Separate Vacations – The Big Bamboo. Some of you have seen the cover.

Today, in search of understanding, I want to write about the act itself, or at least a potential portion of the act—anal sex. I have never written about anal sex. Nor have I ever tried it or even thought about trying it. And until recently I haven’t even read about it, therefore, when it comes to anal sex I’m a novitiate. The ménage stories I’ve started are mfm and frankly I wasn’t contemplating using anal sex, however in the few multiple partner excerpts I’ve read recently, anal sex was prevalent in at least half. My personal feelings are that it is demeaning to woman and the one woman, a one-time prostitute, who ever ventured an opinion on anal sex revealed in an interview, she hated it.

Which leads me to the point of this blog. I really need some guidance here. Do you, the erotic romance readers, read ménage stories and if so, do you expect it to include anal sex? What about double penetration? Would you be disappointed in a ménage story that had all the goodies, but avoided anal sex altogether?

My gut tells me I shouldn’t be writing anal sex. Then again…

What do you think?

On another matter, my latest book, Forbidden Passion, a short fantasy-like story about a feisty couple came last week.

Here is the blurb

Mitheas, the king’s grandson falls in love with the lavender colored Falan princess, the vivacious Adalina. Unfortunately, for them, they are inhabitants of the loveless planet Gala, a planet that has not only outlawed love, it has also banished marriage, even SEX!

The unlikely couple are lovers—lovers on a planet where the act of sexual intercourse has been against the law for four hundred cycles (six hundred earth years). Knowingly breaking the law they arrange surreptitious liaisons wherever they can, whenever the can. Will these two be able to change their future, and the future of the ones that come after them?

Should you be so inclined here’s a link to the Forbidden Passion Page: Forbidden Passion

The ménage a trois has been the subject of previous blogs here, but considering it is the hottest thing in erotic writing today, I’m going to talk about it.

How do I know it’s popular? One of my publishers is clamoring for ménage. Apparently, their readers can’t get enough of them. However she doesn’t just want any old menage. She wants mmf, mfm, fmm, mmmf or fmmm. Now I have no idea how these differ—maybe someone can tell me—but I do know they all mean one gal and two or more guys getting it on. In other words, the gang bang is in vogue and not with men readers—women readers.

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Does that mean men and women aren’t so different after all? Let’s face it, threesomes are the acknowledged number one fantasy of the heterosexual male. Has the ménage been the secret fantasy of women all these years? More to the point is it your fantasy? Are there any women out there who would admit to having or even living this fantasy?

I have written a ffm ménage into at least three of my stories, although two of them ended in a permanent polyamory. The closest I have come to a fmm though was in my feisty book, Fortune Cookies, where a frolicking foursome takes turns splitting into various threesomes, while the excluded participant films the encounter. 

Obviously, the idea of having more than one sex partner per encounter is tantalizing to both men and women. As a man, I can vouch for the draw of this for males and as an erotic romance author I can understand the attraction for women.

So, this brings us to the point of my article. Since ménages have taken the ER world by storm, I’m thinking

of joining the ménage party. The problem I’m having in my mind is creating a scenario where a woman enjoys two or more men in a permanent hea setting or even hfn.

I’ve always been told that readers would accept secondary characters sleeping around, but the heroine and hero must be faithful. Are morals changing? Can the heroine sleep around? Can she bump and grind with two or more partners? Does it have to be permanent or at least with strong feelings or can it be casual gratification? Something to experience once or twice and return to a normal life. And can a married woman do this without her husbands knowledge? If no, does it make a difference if he’s been unfaithful? Another thing I’m curious about is, can the woman be a submissive, accepting multiple partners at the instruction of her superior?

These are some of the answers I’d like to know as I confront the very complex issue of sexual nirvana for women with gobs of guys.

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So, being a practical person & seeing the writing on the wall, I have started writing not one. . . or two. . . or even three mfm stories but four mfm stories. Separate Vacations - The Big Bamboo, Sensual Awakenings, GIZMO - The Threesome and The Contract.

So, tell me, if you dare, what is your pleasure and how do you like it? Who knows you may end up in my menage five.

Visit my website at www.deedawning.com for the latest on my work, a free read, book trailers, opportunity to earn a free gift and an chance to win a copy of GIZMO - The Beginning.

Lest you forget, my sexy, feel good, new release, Forbidden Passion, is coming out Monday.

I want to hear from all of you on this. Since eXcessica is known for tackling Taboo issues head on, I want to tackle a taboo word, CUNT! Is it always appropriate, never appropriate or appropriate depending on it’s use?

If you’re a woman like most of you are and I called you a cunt, you would be offended as you should be, but should you be offended if I write and you read—All this as his swollen cock banged my cunt hard and his tongue continued to fuck my mouth.

Now, I don’t want to give the impression I’m in love with the word and use it every chance I get, but as a writer there are times when cunt is the word that fits best or is the most effective for the emotive scene I’m trying to create. Let’s take the word create. I could just as easily have used build, make or construct. Which is better? Which is more effective, colorful? For me create is much more effective. Now let’s take our taboo word—cunt. Which is more colorful and effective, vagina or cunt? How about the overused word pussy and cunt? For me it depends on when and where it’s being used. I use cunt sparingly so when I use it, it jumps out at the reader. It emphasizes that part of a woman’s anatomy more than any other English word and it has shock value.

Here is a short excerpt from a book of mine where an older woman has been tasked with teaching young man about the mysteries of sex and seduction.

I put a hand over his mouth. “I will not have you arguing with me. I’m the teacher and you’re the pupil. Now, lesson number one. Women want and enjoy sex as much as you do. Okay?”

He nodded.

“And women don’t think cocks are ugly. At least normal women don’t. Tell me something Bobby. When you see a woman’s breasts, do they turn you on?”

He nodded.

“How about a nice ass?”

“Yes.”

“How about a sexy pair of legs, a pretty face, her lips, hair, belly

buttons, her mound, her cunt?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Bobby reached for me, grabbing me tightly. His tongue laved around my nipple, sending a new thrill through me. He stiffened as if something hurt, but I knew it was the opposite. Bobby was having an orgasm. He thrust this pelvis into mine, trying to get every little millimeter of him inside me. He groaned loudly, and I could feel his thick cock pulsating as his precious seed squirted deep inside me.

“All of those things. It all turns me on,” he screeched out when he’d caught his breath. I held him tightly and didn’t let go. Right then I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

Yes, I agree, almost any euphemism for vagina would have worked there, but would it have been as effective? To me it wouldn’t have. Although Loretta said the word cunt, is was my choice for her. I thought it was the word that put the most emphasis on a woman’s vagina. An exclamation point if you will. And we’ll never know but it may have been her use of cunt that made Bobby come in the next paragraph. I will say this. I have used the word sparingly. No more than two or three time in a full novel, if at all and I’ve never had an editor ask me to remove it. I like to think it’s because for that situation it’s the best word.

So what’s the verdict. Should I continue to use the ‘C’ word sparingly in the situations I deem appropriate or should I cut it out completely. Other authors, Do you use it? Readers does it turn you off or turn you on? I’d like to know.

My name’s Aden Kains. Okay, that’s my pen name. The one I’ve decided to use for writing erotic short fiction…or hmm, maybe a novella, too. And I guess I’m one of the newest fresh published erotic short fiction authors on the scene here at eXcessica.com—I’ve just made my first sale!

The Last Death of Ron and Melanie, a short, is listed under “coming soon.” I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, at least not here. Instead, I’ll do a little shameless self promotion and say, read the blurb and excerpt.

And hopefully, you’ll also get something out of my Sunday blogs, starting with this one. I’ll be contributing every second Sunday.

I don’t know whether you write under a pen name, but I’ve decided it’s the best option for me, because I don’t know whether my friends, colleagues and family would think less of me if I wrote under my real name and they read my stories. Let’s face it, erotic fiction is the hot market today, but it’s not for everyone. I’m quite capable of writing a good non-erotic short story, too, but I like writing erotica. It’s fun, challenging, and…um…stimulating. And if my writing stimulates a reader’s emotions, senses and body, then I’ve done my job well. Crafting a good erotic story isn’t easy because it all starts with a believable situation, characters and dialogue. Sex for the sake of sex in writing just doesn’t work. You make it work by closing your eyes and putting yourself into the character for a few minutes. What would he or she do now? What does it feel like? At least, that’s how I do it.

Who’s your biggest fan? I wish it was my wife, because I’d love to share my stories with her. There was a time when we’d go away for a weekend together and buy a steamy magazine and curl up in bed with it and read it together, or watch a good erotic film together. But I think she changed with motherhood (we’re now parents of a teen), and over the last thirteen years, she’s become very conventional. I have to say, it actually hurt a bit when I shared the news with her that The Last Death of Ron and Melanie was going to be published as an eBook, and all she said was, “That’s not something I’d brag about.”

We erotic fiction authors need someone to vet our words. Fortunately, I do have a biggest fan who’s insisting on reading everything I write, first. I’ve written several, actually, and recently my friend Lorie has read most of them. She’s open minded, fun and a cougar. She said she liked all the stories and they made her really hot over a weekend that she read them. Well, if they had that effect, then I know I’m pretty good at this kind of fiction.

I’m the kind of person to whom developing lasting friendships and relationships with people, is important. Consequently, most of my stories are about the relationships—on various levels—between my characters. If The Last Death of Ron and Melanie strikes an emotional chord with a reader, then I know the story’s accomplished what I wanted it to do.

The Last Death of Ron and Melanie was the first piece of erotic short fiction I’ve written in about six years. I’m not sure why I got away from it. Life, work, and raising a child and trying to maintain a balance, I suppose. The story was actually two years in the crafting. I started writing it on a train, and I finished it on a train—albeit two years later. I couldn’t figure out where to take it from the middle…and then in one day on a two-hour train trip home from a day at head office, it all um…came together. Largely thanks to an adrenalin rush from anxiety disorder—the little mental health thing that I live with every day now in a new state of normal. Some days, it’s actually quite good for the creativity. After not knowing where to take the story, I saw the ending clearly, and banged it out.

How did you get into writing erotica? For me, it was a bit of an experiment back in 2001. I was starting—yes, in mid-life, I admit—to explore my own sexuality more, and look for a way to make a non-erotic story that I’d originally written for a creative writing class in university over 20 years ago, work better. Adding an erotic dimension helped me develop the characters and the storyline more, and turned it into a great story. Fresh on the heels of my first sale, I’ve finally just submitted that one for publication…

WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE

I’ve been hearing and reading rumblings a lot lately that writers and readers alike are sick of writing and reading books that contain so called ideal heroes and heroines. Protagonists who approach perfection.

Is that true?

The point of this argument is that so few of us are like the people in these books it’s almost absurd to deify our protagonists that way and the heroes and heroines should be more like us.

Balderdash! Point well taken, but is that what we really want? I’ll grant you that ninety-nine percent of our literary protagonists are probably represented by something like two or three percent of our actual population. But does that mean we want our heroes to suddenly become mainstream America?

Not I! I don’t want the guy that’s going to save the world or at least get the beautiful model looking like Ralph, the pot bellied, beer guzzling, balding mechanic @ Tony’s Garage. Nor do I want my heroine to be, Gladys, an average looking, beaten down whiff of a woman at a Walmart check out stand.

Face it, we don’t read fiction for reality. Hell, we don’t even get reality in Reality TV. Give me the babes and the hunks. We live through these people don’t we? Do we read to dwell on realty or to leave it far behind. Would you buy a book that showed Ralpf and Gladys, half dressed in each others arms on the cover? I know I wouldn’t and I’ll bet you wouldn’t either.

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So let’s get real. We transform ourselves into our heroes. Let’s make them as handsome, beautiful, shapely and clever as we would like to be for when we read about them—we become them.

And Yes, with the exception of Loretta, in one of my more recent books, who ages before our eyes as we cover thirty years of her life, my heroes and heroines are good looking to gorgeous and have a thing about SEX. Example: Joel and his Cadre in Bananaz and Chelsea and Mandy in Tattoos.

What is your opinion? We’d like to know.

An ongoing discussion within the erotic writing and reading community is to define the difference between erotic literature and pornographic literature and when does erotic writing become pornographic. There’s a similar discussion going on with romance writers and readers of when does romance become erotic. Since I don’t read or write straight romance, I won’t get into that discussion. Here is the definition of pornography: Sexually explicit pictures, writing, or other material whose primary purpose is to cause sexual arousal. Back to Erotica vs Pornography or if you prefer smut. The purpose of both, I think you’ll all agree, is to sexually scintillate and stimulate the reader. Some say that pornography goes farther than erotica and therefore appeals to men more than woman. Then again, define goes farther. I know there are erotic stories that go every bit as far as pornographic stories and I can’t see how gender has anything whatsoever to do with the difference. Therefore, that doesn’t work for me.

Among other things, I write erotic romance or erotica. I suppose, though I have written mostly erotic romance, I have strayed over the imaginary border between erotic and smut on a couple occasions. I consider Bananaz such a story. What was the difference? Simple. Erotic and pornographic alike, both contain sex and were approximately equally explicit. Therefore one could say erotic romance is romance with pornographic scenes. The difference was in the story. The pornographic story was pornography there was no story. If you took the sex away, you were left with next to nothing. Not so with erotic stories. If you removed all explicit sex scenes, you still had a story. It may have been weakened but a good writer could smooth it out and a story remained. The bottom line; no story it’s pornagraphic, story with pornographic scenes it’s erotic. I would be interested to hear your opinion.

Joni Mitchell got me thinking.

It takes more than the usual Swan Lake slippers and tutus to get me to the ballet. I don’t understand narrative in motion. I need words. That’s why I’m a writer. So when my dear friend invited me to The Fiddle and The Drum, I almost passed.

“No, you have to come,” she pressed. “It’s a collaboration between the Alberta Ballet and Joni Mitchell!”

Well, that changed everything. I’m half in love with Joni Mitchell. Of course I went, and Thank Ganesh I did! The Fiddle and The Drum was the most spectacular piece I’ve ever witnessed. Joni Mitchell’s music and words gave the dance the narrative structure I needed while her photography cast in shades of toxic green gave the ballet a haunting air. It was a daring, biting criticism of the American/Albertan obsession with oil and the lengths to which we’ll go to secure something that’s only helping us slaughter our beautiful planet.

What stayed with me, conflated with this gripping dance, was a single sentence from the program. Jean Grand-Maître of the Alberta Ballet states, “as Ms Mitchell is incensed with human folly, she made it clear to me from the onset that this ballet could not be escapist entertainment when the world is in such shambles.”

I had to ask myself, “What is my art, if not escapist entertainment?” I write erotica, for Shakti’s sake! If I am producing art, must it not make a more important statement? More than just some people fucking? I felt I owed it to my fellow Canadian to produce something better.

And then I thought about Tangled Roots, my new release. Sidestepping the entire debate of whether or not porn, erotica, and the like are socially important (and I do think this art form serves the purpose of uniting those with similar tastes, assuring us that we’re not the only ones in the world, oh, say, sleeping with a transvestite, off the top of my head…) I’ll simply say that this new novella redeems my body or work. Sort of. Maybe. In a way. (Sweet’s always telling me not to be so self-effacing…)

This piece, if no other, makes quite pertinent social statements about the shape of Aboriginal identity in Canada, about systemic racism, about how internalized dominance and subordination can both manifest in the same flawed individual. It’s deep.

I’m hoping Joni would be proud.

Bright Blessings,

Giselle Renarde

This article originally appeared in the British pop culture e-zine Nuts4chic. I am Nuts4chic’s sex columnist.

Here’s something you don’t read every day. The headline was surreal: Two Women Report Ghost Has Been Having Sex With Them.

Two women in Washington State in the U. S. claimed that a ghost ” has been placing sensors on their bodies and visiting them in their house […] They said that the ghost has been having sexual intercourse with them.”

I swear I’m not making this up.

I am always interested in ghosts and sex because lots of my erotic short stories have ghosts and sex in them. I don’t do shapeshifters or hot, emo elves. I do ghosts for the most part. Ornery ghosts, too.

I had heard of women claiming to have been attacked by ghosts, but it was surreal to see such a matter-of-fact article about it in a local newspaper. Have you ever seen the movie “The Entity”? It’s a 1981 flick about a woman who was repeatedly raped by a ghost in front of her husband and children. The movie was slammed by critics when it first came out because it was rather explicit, but it became a cult favorite. It was supposedly based on the real life astral rapes of Carla Moran. Whether Moran actually exists has been up for debate for years. I’ve seen a reality show that supposedly interviewed her and had shown pictures of the astral being that had raped her, but the jury is still out on whether or not the woman actually exists. The movie was remade in Japan and is slated to be released in 2009. I’m curious to see it. Can’t wait until it comes out on DVD.

It would probably be exciting to have consensual sex with a ghost, but being raped by a ghost would be horrifying. First off, you can’t see the attack coming. Ghosts tend to be invisible. At the same time, a playful ghost could make otherworldly sex lots of fun. I wrote a short story called “Things The Go Hump In The Night” that involved a sexy spanking ghost. The fun thing about this playful ghost was that, since she was invisible, you couldn’t tell when she was going to spank you. When she did, it was very arousing. People who like to be blindfolded while engaging in a little fetish play probably know how exciting it can be to not know when the spanking is coming. That’s what gave me the idea for my story in the first place.

So, not only do ghosts make great characters for sexy fiction, they really do like to have sex with humans, if that Washington State case is any indication. Bored with your very human partner? Find a horny ghost! You’d be in good company.

“You’re such a contradiction,” my client told me as we ‘did’ lunch the other day.

“Really?”

“Of course!  You’re a porn-writing opera-loving radical feminist Leonard Cohen fan.”

“Yeah… so?”

In my mind, those elements aren’t so contradictory. Can a feminist not love a ladies’ man? Can an opera connoisseur not enjoy some filthy raunch?  Why do we need to place every artistic endeavour on this spectrum of high to low culture?

I don’t see opera and porn at opposite ends of some scale of artistic valour.  Neither do I see “erotica” and “porn” standing in opposition, though many people out there –readers and writers alike- do.

So, what’s the difference between erotica and porn?  I believe the standard definitions go something like this:  Porn is down and dirty, sex for sex’s sake, blow-by-blowjob smut.  Erotica is explicit sex within the context of a story, usually with accompanying emotions and motivations.

What do I write?  I write erotica, but I also write porn and I feel no shame in saying it.  Even my grandmother will tell you I am a proud pornographer.  What’s more, I don’t set my erotica above my porn.  I don’t set opera above Leonard Cohen.  It’s a big world; they can coexist.

We don’t go through life wanting one thing exclusively.  Sometimes we want Die Fledermaus, sometimes we want Anthem.  Sometimes we want Carmen, sometimes we want Who by Fire? Sometimes we want long, languorous sexual encounters, sometimes we want a cheap fuck.  One thing isn’t better than another, it’s all about what we’re in the mood for.

Okay, you’re right, it’s more complicated than that.  It’s also about what has greater social value.  In academic/social/intellectual terms, literature has a very high social value.  Erotica manages to feed off that a little bit, but it’s a sliding scale:  High Literature has greater social value than literary erotica, which has greater social value than porn.  However, the scale is reversed if your social group values porn and looks down its nose at literature.

When will we dispense with pretensions?  None of this, “I’m too smart for smut” or “I’m to badass for the ballet.”  Let’s just admit that we like what we like.  I am Giselle Renarde and I love Leonard Cohen, social justice, opera and porn!

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