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Will someone reminds me of what sex feels like so I can write a story?

LOL

Been thinking about this.

From the day I first started to try my hand at writing erotica until now, I was really interested in portraying the real inner feelings and sensations of the characters/participants. I think that's what threw me and hooked me at the same time. Because I think I can do most of the other parts at least passably, and on occasion not far from pretty good. But it was always the actual Acts... if that makes sense. Done right, I think the reader should be somehow pulled into the mind and the body of the characters/participants. It's very difficult. I can't think of a more difficult type of writing to do really well. I can't really think of many if any writers I've read that have really done it (not saying they aren't out there, but if so they're few). I haven't succeeded. Maybe never will. That's probably where the overdoing comes from sometimes, because it's like a hesitation when coming to those parts... killing time and taking up words trying to figure out how to surmount such an alluring but imposing obstacle. So I do doff my hat to those who can do it well.
 
Maybe because while you're involved with the sensations, thought ceases to exist, so even though you know from experience what it feels like, to get it across with real authenticity via means like words which are primarily suited to be processed more with the intellect, which favors the voyeuristic more than the participatory... the attraction and intimidation are understandably equal partners.
 
Maybe because while you're involved with the sensations, thought ceases to exist, so even though you know from experience what it feels like, to get it across with real authenticity via means like words which are primarily suited to be processed more with the intellect, which favors the voyeuristic more than the participatory... the attraction and intimidation are understandably equal partners.

Yes, I see what you mean..
Often a story switches from intimate to observatory at the most intimate parts of the story.
 
Same with poetry I suppose, although poetry might get you closer, more involved. We watched Antz last night. Great stuff. You're in that world. And there's the part where they find the picnic, and the sandwiches, but they're wrapped in sandwich baggies. The ant can see it, but when he tries to bite into it, he hits the barrier. So close but can't quite breach. That's what I want to somehow get to: get closer, much closer, less indecisive; hand in hand with the reader, crawl into the sandwich and... you know, the sandwich is its own world and the writer and reader are intimately absorbed into that world, even if it's for just one line or stanza or sentence or paragraph, there is the real sensation of being covered in mustard, and tomato juice on the face... Sometimes it's easy to forget to get out there and touch things, smell, and listen and look and breathe, and do so in no big hurry... which I'm gonna go do now.
 
you're going to go splash tomato juice on your face???



(you did, didn't you?)
 
No. But I did fondle a corn flake. If it was a world it would be very dry and bumpy, and crispy. It would be like an island, which I've heard no man is, but the closest it would come to water would be milk. Maybe a sliced strawberry would fall from heaven.
 
No. But I did fondle a corn flake. If it was a world it would be very dry and bumpy, and crispy. It would be like an island, which I've heard no man is, but the closest it would come to water would be milk. Maybe a sliced strawberry would fall from heaven.

I heard that, relative to size, that Kansas is actually flatter than a pancake (I'm assuming the curvature of the earth is not considered, but then a pancake could also be considered a spherical cap).
 
What I used to miss was the hugs, the being held not with any thought of anything further happening, just the closeness of arms around me. A safety thing maybe who knows but hugs are a precious thing
I agree on the hugs. My wife and I make sure and exchange hugs each day. Probably 10 times more hugs than sex.
 
I heard that, relative to size, that Kansas is actually flatter than a pancake (I'm assuming the curvature of the earth is not considered, but then a pancake could also be considered a spherical cap).

Life On A Pancake

Inhabitants subject to innumerable catastrophes of pleasure: melted butter floods, sticky sweets pouring from the heavens, gleaming giant fork tines ripping into the lands, villagers plunging down into puddles only to be mopped up and lifted helplessly from their homes.
 
Life On A Pancake

Inhabitants subject to innumerable catastrophes of pleasure: melted butter floods, sticky sweets pouring from the heavens, gleaming giant fork tines ripping into the lands, villagers plunging down into puddles only to be mopped up and lifted helplessly from their homes.

OMG I can never eat a pancake again! and while we are at it did you realise that if you are a gardener your beans/corn etc are tied up 24 hours a day?!!
 
By night, a mild-mannered Florist.
But when the sun rises... a Gardener!
 
I love gambling. God I love gambling. Would so love to be a professional gambler. Gambling possesses more allure than poetry, really, but poets usually being poor don't have the financial collateral so to sustain inevitable losses. So... we're stuck with rolling dicey lines.
Sigh.
 
I love gambling too casino stuff that is but only ever do it when away I've never even been in a casino in England
 
all we have is lottery/scratch-offs... probably good we don't have casinos. Probably
 
Got a couple in this town I think but would seem too much like losing real money doesn't seem so real when its dollars!
 
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