Do you struggle writing the perfect love scene?

X = X-rated Writing

I thought about X –marks the spot but chose X-rated because I struggle with writing sex and love scenes.

As a writer we can publish anything on the internet. There are no internet police. However, as I’m sure you’ve learned already publishing is another thing.

Naught or Nice?

Good writing, in my opinion, comes in all sizes.

Yes, even X-rated. The key phrase is good writing.

Good taste is subjective but good writing is not.

I try to choose my words with care. Because there is a difference between words that are graphic, explicit, dirty, sexy, suggested or imaginative.

I don’t think we should worry about offending, but need to strive to get the words right. Words and phrases that match the character and hook the reader. Does the character need a little spice in their life that’s the question and most times the answer is yes.

Writing great sex scenes, even X-rated,  is an art just like writing great murder scenes. Both should be filled with mystery. Too much blood and gore in a murder can turn some readers off too.

As a Reader, I love to use my imagination and too much explicit detail can be a turn off. Think about all of those bodice ripping novel that fly off the shelves.

So tell me, how do you write your X-rated scenes?

Lots of details or lots of imagination?

Leave me some tips and help in the comments section. I need all I can get to let my freak fly.

 Rachel’s Saga continues:

The cool air from the A/C felt wonderful. Rachel began to relax as soulful songs of love and betrayal filled the truck.

“Feel better?”

She jerked toward the driver. “Uh, yes, thank you. I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” She asks.

“Didn’t. But people call me Jase.”

His eyes roamed from her face to the sweat stains. She pulled the white cotton shirt separating it from her skin.

“Were you walking in this heat long?” He asks.

“No, not too long.”

“You’re lucky I came along.”

He smiled and stretched his right arm across the back of her seat.

“No telling how long it’d would’ve been for somebody else stopped.” He said.

Rachel didn’t bother to respond. She needed to keep her wits and watch this snake. Rattlers weren’t the only ones that could strike when you least expected.

The truck hit a pothole and began to swerve. Rachel’s head hit the passenger window. They slid off the shoulder, gravel pinging the fenders as they came to a jarring stop her head slammed again and her vision blurred as blood dripped in her eye.

“You okay Darling? Didn’t mean to pull off so fast. Here, let me see.”

His arm reached for her.

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Some reading on writing X-rated.


9 thoughts on “Do you struggle writing the perfect love scene?

  1. Look at you! A very sexy post, I could feel the sexual tension sizzling in the air. And you’re so right, writing tantalizing sex scenes aren’t easy. I’ve been reading some more romance lately and Elle Kennedy happens to be one of my favs when it comes to the racier stuff. I’ve read some bad ones that didn’t draw me in (too graphic or cringe-worthy) and there’s the ones you don’t feel connected in their passion even if it’s sweet or clean. One thing I really suggest is staying away form cliche, as a romance reader it’s a turn off as well as the overly explicit. I recently wrote one for my friend because she doesn’t do well with romance, apparently my fairy sex is too sexy lol. But I am working on one that’s considered clean romance, but full of sexual tension. Getting there is the best part right?

    Here’s mine. Any suggestions?

    Thinking about his lips on hers started a fire that she ached to put out. And the way his hands worked over her waist and ran over the back pockets of her jeans made her feel like he couldn’t breathe without her. Passion. Passion was the best word she could come up with when describing kissing DJ. The hard muscles of his body pressed against hers, the scent of his skin mixed in with his spicy cologne, the way he nipped at her earlobe then placed teasing kisses down her throat, the thought brought a warm flush to her skin—every inch.
    “Should I turn on the air?” DJ asked.
    Autumn stopped staring at his lips which were pulled into a smug grin and met his eyes. He stood in front of her shirtless with a black shirt in his hand, his deconstructed jeans slung low on his hips. When had that happened? She bit her lip and her eyes strayed to the lean ripple of his abs and trailed up the muscled curves of his biceps and chest. Her imagination had nothing on the real deal in front of her.
    “I get the feeling you’re objectifying me,” DJ continued. He feigned hurt and said, “Women.”
    Autumn suppressed a smile. “Men do it all the time, it’s only fair you should get a taste of your own medicine.”
    “It might not be so fair if I like it.”


    1. Thanks for sharing. Love Autumn and DJ. I hesitate to make a suggestion to a writer of your caliber but you might want to tighten up a couple of the sentences. Other than that I had to go get a drink of cold water. Whew!

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      1. Aww thanks, so sweet of you to say. I will, this is still a WIP, first draft. It was just the first thing that came to mind when I came across your post. Polish, polish, polish 😉


        1. I know what you mean about polishing, these little excerpts are first drafts, hot off the keyboard with no Lemon Pledge applied. LOL If or when I get around to making something more of Rachel and her adventures I’ll have to apply lots of elbow grease.

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