Erotic writing and comedy

While I do not consider my work to be comedy, I do fit in plenty of comedic moments as they add far more life to the story. I could give plentiful examples but they feel far better to be there than not.

Still, yes... something might not be for everyone. There can be comedy stories, there can be utterly serious stories with not even a moment fit for amusement... or you can have real life which is serious often until it gets funny for a bit.
 
I think there are two overlapping but different conversations happening here. The broader conversation is whether a given story can contain humorous elements and still legitimately be called erotic. And while there is some difference of opinion, it looks like the consensus is yes.

The narrower question, and I THINK what nickydra was getting at when posting this thread, is whether inserting something laugh-out-loud funny in the middle of a steamy sex scene ruins the mood. And, I sense the consensus is that it does.

My opinion is that it depends on the mood you're shooting for. Sex is inherently ridiculous; we've just evolved to take it very, very seriously. If your scene is about all-encompassing, overwhelming desire and sensation, then slipping in a knock-knock joke is probably a bad idea (bad example--knock-knock jokes are always bad ideas). But if you're following two realistic lovers into bed and one of them farts during oral sex (any similarities to real life are purely coincidental), you can have your humor AND keep your readers going with how your print lovers recover their mojo.

One of my favorite real life experiences was making my lover scream, "Damnit! Don't make me laugh when I'm gonna cum!" Turns out she was perfectly able to multitask and I got no further complaints (no farts were involved, just to be clear)
 
Yes, difficult to see how anything can be erotic - i.e. arousing sexual thoughts - if it's also comic - i.e. arousing laughter. Difficult to maintain an erection with your diaphragm wobbling ten to the dozen. The two are mutually incompatible.

I've done fairly well when I've attempted humor, but I don't get erections anyway.
 
I think humor and eroticism can exist in the same story but that they have to be in separate aspects of the story. I don't think humor and sexual arousal can exist in the same space at the exact same time.
 
I think humor and eroticism can exist in the same story but that they have to be in separate aspects of the story. I don't think humor and sexual arousal can exist in the same space at the exact same time.
Huh. A scene springs immediately to my mind:

At last, at long last, she had him where she wanted him. On top of her, pinning her body in place beneath him to her mattress with his weight, and strength, and yes, even his cock, thrusting in and out of her. Her eyes began to roll back in her head, when she heard him gasp out,

"Knock ... knock!"

"Who's there?" She asked, both dreading and anticipating the answer, as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, bringing her ever closer to her climax. She was only moments away. Just a bit longer, please?

"Your .. orgasm ..." he managed to gasp out between heaving breaths, his arms beginning to shake from having supported the weight of his upper body so they both could breath.

Despite herself, she had to ask, "Your ... orgasm ... who ...?"

She felt his cock throb deep within her body, the spreading wetness of his semen filling her, as he said,

"Your ... welcome ..."

Her orgasm, and her laughter, broke over her at one and the same time. As they ran their course within her, she was both laughing, and gasping great lung-fulls of air, to meet her body's demand. When she finally came back to her senses, she said, "You son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill you for that!"

His full weight collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deeply within her vagina, their sweat running freely over their bodies. And yet even all of that couldn't prevent her from the belly laugh it brought out from her body, mixed with the after-shocks of her orgasm, echoing within her body.
 
Sorry, I don't get an ounce of sexual arousal out of that. Not even a hint of it. Congrats to you, if you do.
 
Starting to see a trend of the question being more "can a scene be hot AND funny at the same time?" and I think the answer is no. They are conflicting emotions to feel in regards to a scene. Just as it cannot be dramatic and funny... it's one or the other. Maybe the funny can be cute, or something that fits with something along those lines, but you can't have "honk honk go the boobs" and "Oh, deeper! YES!" in too close proximity.

You CAN have a sex scene be funny. More sex than you imagine is funny and awkward and sometimes miraculously cute at the same time, like the first time of the guy getting everything wrong and just fumbling through everything, but his partner is patient and smiling. But you can't have them at the same time engage in this slow, agonizingly paced fuck that just draws out that end until explosion is more of a surrender to biology and each other... You flip the page and wonder if you just skipped eight by accident. The mood was ruined, you can't go and order the reader to now be horny.

There is value to funny sex scenes and to erotic sex scenes. I have found plentiful value to funny sex as did I to other flavors of sex scenes.
 
"You're here," she shouts down. "Finally!" I peer up at her black, scowling visage. A clearer definition of 'pissed off' is hard to imagine. She glares at me from her second-floor window. "Hurry up! My back's killing me!" Still, I hesitate. I know it's not her fault this keeps happening to her, but the Porn-Trope Curse is infectious and my life's complicated enough already. "Please!" she whines, anger giving way to desperation.

I let myself in and climb the steps to her apartment. She keeps a spare key under the mat, something that has always irritated me but today it pays off. She's in the kitchen, naturally, still leaning out the window. The sash cord has broken and the heavy frame pins her there. The funniest, sweetest thing about it is that she's naked from the waist down - except, of course, for a pair of high-heeled stilettos.

Trying to ignore the very obvious target this presents, I try lifting the window - but it's stuck in its frame. "What the fuck are you doing?" she yells. "If I'd wanted rescuing, I wouldn't have called for you..."
 
Huh. A scene springs immediately to my mind:

At last, at long last, she had him where she wanted him. On top of her, pinning her body in place beneath him to her mattress with his weight, and strength, and yes, even his cock, thrusting in and out of her. Her eyes began to roll back in her head, when she heard him gasp out,

"Knock ... knock!"

"Who's there?" She asked, both dreading and anticipating the answer, as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, bringing her ever closer to her climax. She was only moments away. Just a bit longer, please?

"Your .. orgasm ..." he managed to gasp out between heaving breaths, his arms beginning to shake from having supported the weight of his upper body so they both could breath.

Despite herself, she had to ask, "Your ... orgasm ... who ...?"

She felt his cock throb deep within her body, the spreading wetness of his semen filling her, as he said,

"Your ... welcome ..."

Her orgasm, and her laughter, broke over her at one and the same time. As they ran their course within her, she was both laughing, and gasping great lung-fulls of air, to meet her body's demand. When she finally came back to her senses, she said, "You son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill you for that!"

His full weight collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried deeply within her vagina, their sweat running freely over their bodies. And yet even all of that couldn't prevent her from the belly laugh it brought out from her body, mixed with the after-shocks of her orgasm, echoing within her body.
Your honor, I retract my comment about knock knock jokes. This is brilliant!
 
I find Papatoad and Harddaysknight frequently have humorous or satirical pieces in Lit. JPB occasionally has one too. There are a few others but cannot recall their names.
 
In one of my stories the MC asserts: One of the things that was always nice though was someone playful. Someone who didn't take the whole sex thing deadly serious.

She and her partner, both lapsed Catholics, role-play doing 'confession' as part of their foreplay, and demand a penance for their 'sins':


Finally I said he had to say ten "Hail Marys" while his tongue was up my cunt and we both busted up.

...

So he is mumbling "Hail Mary" into my cunt and his lips are tickling my own cuntlips and I am laughing to beat the band, but I make him do the whole thing while his tongue is slithering in and out of me.

And you know what? It felt so good I had him finish me right then. I was sopping wet, all relaxed and he licked me real good, made me come hard, twice, which normally I can't do.
 
White Castle Christmas by MelissaBaby is a very funny story throughout, and makes a sex scene in a White Castle restaurant funny in an indirect way. It’s quite a lesson in how all scenes can be humorous in one way or another.
 
This idea keeps giving me fits of inspiration.
"She was wearing a backless mini-dress, with a side slit that ended up above her hip, revealing she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all. At that moment, I couldn't decide which idea captured my imagination the most.

"I said, "Baby, you have got to be wearing the absolute minimum amount of square footage of spandex to cover the minimum amount of female surface area to keep you from being arrested for public indecency!"

"She rolled her eyes in such exasperatio she had to give herself a headache, and said, "Jesus H. Christ! Will somebody please tell me why I keep attending the parties of mechanical engineers?"

"Because ME's are like doctors, lawyers and accoutnants? We always have jobs?"

"Ok, point one," she said, fixing me with the sultry smoky gaze of her eyes. "What else?"

"We don't have the ego associated with doctors, lawyers, and accountants? Basically, were grateful for whatever we can get our hands on?"

"She threw back her quad-shot of whiskey in one gulp, threw the glass across the crowded room into the fireplace, and said, "Take me home, now, you pencil neck geek, or lose me forever!"

"Am I a geek? Oh, yeah, the rape-prevention thick framed glasses tell you that much about me. Pencil-necked? Baby, I've got three different kinds of pocket protectors for any type of occasion! From project-spec definition, to budget analysis, to engineering validation! For God's sake, I not only know how to use a slide rule, I've got a book on nomography that tells you how to make custom slide-rules for any occasion! My geek street-cred is beyond question!

"But when a smoking hot Latina with killer curves tells me to take her home? Baby, I've got the self-driving electric car busting out of the valet lot like a bulldozer, heading for the front door!

"My mother didn't raise no dummies!"

Man, this thing is practically writing itself!
 
Apart from the line about the project spec, sounds more like a physicist than a mechanical engineer.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her stockings. "Honey," I said. "You are meshed perfectly..."

She laughed. "I bet you'd love to take me straight home and analyse me."

"You know me so well," I murmured with a smile, "and I've got a new 3D scanner that will capture your curves perfectly."
 
The two can coexist, but it depends a little on the story/scene itself. This is a true story that happened to me. I have not tried to put it in any kind of story.

When I was in college, my roommate and I was on a double-date. We were around 20 and they were around 19. I'm sure there was alcohol involved. Back then, the drinking age in my state was 18. (dating myself) It was late, and we had parked in a dark, secluded part of campus. I was in the backseat with my GF and he was in the front with his. (again dating myself, backseats back then were big enough to make out in) We weren't actually fucking, just making out, groping, some body parts were exposed. My GF was kind of a goofball to begin with, always giggling, and for whatever reason, she thought it would be a good idea to put some super Hoover suction on my tongue. Would have been pretty good if it was my dick but not my tongue. My tongue started hurting from her trying deep throat it. I yelled out and pushed her off. We both started laughing, my roommate and his GF started laughing even though they didn't know what was going on. They were just laughing because we were. We gave them a very quick explanation. My GF was on top and with her big, beautiful breasts swinging right in front of my face, all was quickly forgiven and we all went back to kissing and stroking.

It was hot and heavy, then for a few seconds, a little awkwardness, a little laughter, maybe some giddiness, and then it was over and we all went back to hot and heavy. So yes, I think they can exist together, maybe not so great for wank material but I think the two together can make a good story. Just depends on what the author is going for.

Another time, one of my roommates (Tom) got caught fucking his GF in the backseat of his car by the cops. We both thought it was pretty funny the next day even if did ruin his fun for the night. LOL


Another time, Tom was fucking the same GF in his bedroom with the covers pulled up. Another roommate, Don, came in to get Tom's car keys off his dresser because his car was blocking Don's car. Tom said his GF's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Don never even knew she was there until later.


Maybe these are "you had to be there" stories but they can add a little comedy to a story. So yes, I think they can exist together, maybe not so great for wank material but I think the two together can make a good story. Just depends on what the author is going for.
 
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