Does Good Erotica Make You Wet? (Be My Inspiration)

Before I get into today’s post, I wanted to say thanx in advance for everyone that voted for NWSO and Wet Wednesdays in the 2010 Black Weblog Awards. Win or lose, I appreciate the support and it’s an honor to be in the finals alongside so many great sites. We’ll just have to wait until noon EST today to see who got crowned in their respective categories.

As for today’s Wet Wednesdays, it’ll be a bit different. A couple weeks back a new reader hit me up and asked, “How do you come up with these stories and what makes for good erotica?”

Honestly, when I write my scenes I just try to envision the characters as real people. How would Character X respond to the touch of her lover? What does she smell like? What does the room they are in look like? I think the key to painting a great picture is in the details and descriptions of the lovemaking. Everything is all leading up to same thing (penis in vagina) but the real story is how it happens—how it looks, feels, smells and sounds. I use all my senses but in written form.

While most Wet Wednesdays are rooted in real-life experiences and/or people, I use my active imagination to weave a greater fantasy. Sometimes I take bits and pieces of different women and experiences to create a perfect lover on page, but the best stories are the ones that are inspired by you.

I imagine you waiting for the clock to strike midnight each week and then anxiously clicking the mouse on your computer so you can take in my latest entry.

Sitting in your apartment, alone, with the lights down low. Perhaps you have a glass of your favorite wine by your side to relax your nerves as you escape with me. It’s been a long week and you need this break to get over the hump.

Thoughts of your luscious lips pop into my head and I fantasize about tasting and sucking them. You moisten them with your tongue seductively at just the thought, and it won’t be long before your other pair of lips gets moist.

My fingers would love to explore your nooks and crannies, spreading across your skin like warm butter. An image of your exposed neck fills my thoughts as I gladly suckle on the sweet spot above your collar bone.

I can smell your perfume mixed in with your natural scent. The combination drives me wild.

I unbutton your blouse or lift your top over your head—whichever path I choose at the moment doesn’t matter. My hands take off in different directions across your firm breasts, then grazing your side before going ’round to your back. My hands reconnect between your shoulder blades and fidget with the hooks of your bra.

One…

By one…

They come undone.

You let the straps fall to your side effortlessly, releasing the most perfect breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on. Whether cocoa dipped, honey glazed or cinnamon dusted, they are my flavor and I partake in the luscious dessert before me.

Greedily, I devour each one whole, being sure to share my energy equally between them both.

I grab your hands and pull you to your feet. I undo your belt/unzip your skirt/hike up your dress/whatever it takes to unearth your buried treasure until nothing by atmosphere and time separates your warm wet core from me.

I can see your face and that hazy look you get in your eyes whenever you get caught up in the rapture of a moment like this. I know the exact color of your toenails and the positioning of every hair on your head is as clear as day in my mind.

The image of you standing before me completely…

Naked.

Perfect.

Still.

Waiting…

For me to continue…

Yeah, that’s what I think about when I write a Wet Wednesdays. You are my inspiration. My muse. My reason.

Once I have you where I want, on the brink of desire, longing for my touch; I stop to take in every detail and jot them down precisely. I capture every element of this moment in vivid detail. Every scent, sound, color, taste and feeling of you gets bottled up in my pen and the words keep flowing out of me fluidly.

We’re not even in the same room but you can sense me next to you. Every nerve ending of your body is longing for me to caress your flesh until you’re ready for nothing else but the familiar sensation of me entering the comfortable space between your legs.

Penetrating you is the easy part, making you want me is what’s hard—among other things.

Sometimes, I give you all of me in one exhilarating dose of erotic dialogue, but other times I’ll tease you and leave you…

Wanting…

More.

How important is attention to small details to you when it comes to good erotic writing? Could you see and feel the intensity of the moment as you read the words? Do you appreciate the nuances of good foreplay? How intense are the moments right before penetration for you? Have you ever tried your hand at writing erotica? Did you ever wonder where I found the inspiration for Wet Wednesdays? Are you surprised that my muse is you? How bad did you want me to keep on going with this one?

Speak your piece…

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