Boys write best erotica from girls viewpoint.
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RisiaSkye
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bisexplicit said:
I always liked what KillerMuffin once said about the rote task of writing such tales, the no-real-story porn: 'it's just insert Tab A into Slot B'. (Though I might amend that to insert Tad A into Slut B, but that's just cuz I like a rhyming pun.) But it is, it's sheer formula.
I mean, people don't even like much variation of word choice. They're not there to think, to imagine and grow as a person. They're there to read some nasty words, have a wet dream spelled out for them so they don't even have to tax the imagination of their own libidos, and jerk off. (And more power to 'em. I got no beef with that, and have even written to that audience specifically. This is not my point.)
In my experience, and I've read thousands of stories here and elsewhere, I'm mildly chagrined to say, people best write what they know and/or can imagine in depth and detail. The 'guy writing as female' porn -- and, far less frequently, 'chick writing as male' porn -- fits neither bill. It clearly does the job for the one handed reader, but it sure as shit ain't ever gonna be mistaken for art.
JMHO, YMMV.
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abstract said:If that's you in your avatar then your b/f doesn't know how good he's got it.
No, it's not a pic of me. Sorry.
RisiaSkye said:
Does that mean You're a Domme?
Okay, I'll be good now. lol
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I find that you can tell the difference between men and women writers almost immediately. This is mostly through the zealous attention to detail, which some men tend to skip. eg, colour of a dress - some men & women call it pink, others call it fuschia. Some call it a dress, others go on to describe it.
I think it would be very hard to be successful doing it from the other sex's perspective. I don't think I could write good porn/erotica from the male pov.
I think there are a few male writers in the lesbian category, but I think they write for other males [with some exceptions], and are male fantasies that may or may not appeal to women.
I think it would be very hard to be successful doing it from the other sex's perspective. I don't think I could write good porn/erotica from the male pov.
I think there are a few male writers in the lesbian category, but I think they write for other males [with some exceptions], and are male fantasies that may or may not appeal to women.
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Sean Renaud said:
You are SO right! Girls need a setting or the action doesn't make any sense.
It's a good thing more women are writing porn now- I have a better chance of finding porn that gets me off.
All the same, a girl can learn a lot from listening to the guys.
Anthony Keidis taught me how to give blow jobs- and this was YEARS after I thought I knew it all
He said, in some Rolling Stone interview- "just suck. Don't worry about all that fancy tongue work and shit- just think hoover and we'll get off"
great advice, I never forgot it.
I have written from the guys POV in the past, if I can find any of it, I'll post it.
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I've written from both povs. For some reason I prefer writing from a male pov. I have no clue why. I also tend to write in first person.
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I'm much better at writing from my own viewpoint. I just took that for granted and figured that's how it was for most people. Generally you write the style you're most personally in touch with.
I think that some women, when writing from a woman's POV, have a tendency to defer to their sense of propriety. Men writing from this perspective tend not to be as inhibited. There are exceptions of course. There are some women who write the most lurid filth imaginable, which I happen to love. And there are male writers who wax on about the nape of a woman's neck for half a page.
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Well, if I may...
I finally have my first story posted at Lit. I am a woman. I'd like to think I have a raunchy mind... And I also have an attention for detail. The story is a BDSM tale, so if you don't like that theme the story would definitely not be for you! Otherwise, check it out!
P.S.
The link is on my sig line.
I finally have my first story posted at Lit. I am a woman. I'd like to think I have a raunchy mind...
And I also have an attention for detail. The story is a BDSM tale, so if you don't like that theme the story would definitely not be for you! Otherwise, check it out! P.S.
The link is on my sig line.
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detail??? we likes detail......BedtimeStories said:I finally have my first story posted at Lit. I am a woman. I'd like to think I have a raunchy mind...
P.S.
The link is on my sig line.
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That's a good thing then!
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So far nothing is coming to me plotwise refering that "title", but I have gone on a lot less before. I'm sure someone could come up with something.
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I feel it's the skill of the writer, more than the writer's sex, that ultimately determines how good a story or viewpoint is written.
I have tried not to succumb to the typical male temptation of describing her bodily attributes like a detached scientist in the story I'm currently working on. I also tried to "get inside her head" though I don't think I did as well in that regard.
Of course, when it comes to describing anything, first hand experience counts. A woman has a much better chance of writing a woman's POV than a man does.
I have tried not to succumb to the typical male temptation of describing her bodily attributes like a detached scientist in the story I'm currently working on. I also tried to "get inside her head" though I don't think I did as well in that regard.
Of course, when it comes to describing anything, first hand experience counts. A woman has a much better chance of writing a woman's POV than a man does.
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I'm male, and my only story on literotica so far is written in first person from a female character's point of view. Follow the link in my sig if you'd like to check it out. All of the feedback I have received to date has been very positive, but I have no idea if any of the respondents have been female, and I would be interested in hearing what any of the female readers here might have to say about it.
Hmm,
First off, I think I write porn not erotica. But, that said, I try to write good porn. There seems to be an assumption being made here that a porn story is one with no plot and no real characters. I strongly disagree with that.
I would suggest that the difference between porn and erotica is not a lack of basic storytelling skills in porn but rather that porn has one goal and one goal only. Its supposed to get the reader off.
As such porn hits a bit harder. The plots are certainly simpler, the characters a little more generic, but the action is supposed to strike a chord and rev your engine. Most of my stuff is based off my own fantasies. If I simply took my fantasies and wrote them down, it would be bad porn. Instead I take the scenario and attempt to add a more linear structure and some characters to it. That, I hope, makes it good porn.
So what is erotica then? Good erotica is art. It's an attempt to explore an aspect of sex, to give people a different view of something. Arousal will most likely occur when reading good erotica, but it's not the be all and end all of the exercise.
As for the whole man/woman thing. Taking my own description of porn here and the description that other people have used in this thread for what women want. Apparently I'm female. Who knew?
Seriously there are certain things that a woman is better um.. equipped to write about from a female perspective due to actual physical experience, but when it comes to feelings and thought processes a decent writer should be able to cope with either sex.
First off, I think I write porn not erotica. But, that said, I try to write good porn. There seems to be an assumption being made here that a porn story is one with no plot and no real characters. I strongly disagree with that.
I would suggest that the difference between porn and erotica is not a lack of basic storytelling skills in porn but rather that porn has one goal and one goal only. Its supposed to get the reader off.
As such porn hits a bit harder. The plots are certainly simpler, the characters a little more generic, but the action is supposed to strike a chord and rev your engine. Most of my stuff is based off my own fantasies. If I simply took my fantasies and wrote them down, it would be bad porn. Instead I take the scenario and attempt to add a more linear structure and some characters to it. That, I hope, makes it good porn.
So what is erotica then? Good erotica is art. It's an attempt to explore an aspect of sex, to give people a different view of something. Arousal will most likely occur when reading good erotica, but it's not the be all and end all of the exercise.
As for the whole man/woman thing. Taking my own description of porn here and the description that other people have used in this thread for what women want. Apparently I'm female. Who knew?
Seriously there are certain things that a woman is better um.. equipped to write about from a female perspective due to actual physical experience, but when it comes to feelings and thought processes a decent writer should be able to cope with either sex.
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Typo Fu Master said:
I think the skill is a very important factor in deciding this. I have to admit I'm more comfortable doing erotica from a female perspective ... although I do get accused of not really being one (would a guy have a mini donkey pulling a cart as an avatar? seriously?) But I also tend to do some very non feminine writing. I think while some of the women do this men do that is just personalities. Women may tend by a larger degree towards one side than an other but that doesn't mean all women. While Men are likewise able to break free of the stereotypes.
Of course that only applies to erotica, since porn tends to lack in character and instead break down into a newtonian physics experiement of legs and arms and other things
--A.
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purritan said:
Aieee!! You're right. I can't believe I did that!
Should be fixed now. Try it again.
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Now that my first story is up I would still enjoy some feedback to see if I "write good raunch" being female and all...
written for a woman's response
I'm trying to steer this and three follow on stories I wrote through submission but I'm a Literotica virgin so its slow going. This is an actual exchange between myself and a lovely young lady who liked receiving such things, but never did manage to respond. Not written from a woman's perspective, but written to draw one out, and I'm itching to hear what people think of it.
The submission begins ...
This story was written a while ago and sent off to a thirty something newspaper editor I'd been seeing. She liked that I write, loved that I wrote with her in mind, and provided me with all sorts of rewards for having done this, but a written response was not one of them. Perhaps someone on here will take up the challenge. I've left the original first and last paragraph which are not actually part of the story, but the actual message to this woman I'd been seeing.
Personal note preceeding story to the former girlfriend ...
A few days ago I got a 'wink' from someone on match who was physically quite attractive and interesting, but she had the wrong answers for two important questions, so I sent her a nice thank you note. The image of her face and body stayed with me and this little story grew up around it. I very much liked that you responded (physically) to something I wrote last week and *told* me about it. I generally reach for elliptical phrasing and hints in the things I know the public is going to see since the most likely readers are female, but this one is just for you so I'm exposing a little more of the male perspective of such interactions. I hope you like it.
Actual story ...
It had been a crazy week. I mean completely crazy, with outages all over the state piled on top of new projects piled on top of old projects and a sick coworker just to finish the mix. I'd been ignoring her all week in favor of badly behaved, metal clad electronics, and I was ready to relax. We'd been together three months and this was her first experience with how crazy my job can be. She was soldiering right along, sweetly rubbing my shoulders when I had only a few minutes and no energy for her, but I could tell tension was building.
I thought I'd work till five, but I threw up my hands at three and went home to get ready for our evening event. I made it to her place close to five and came in just in time to catch that delicious shimmy as the little black dress slid into place. I caught a flash of peach from the bra I'd bought her and some bright, floral pattern thong I'd not seen before. She seemed surprised, then pleased that I'd managed to get free early, and I was rewarded with one of those undulating hugs that speaks volumes about what had been on her mind while I was crawling around under a raised floor somewhere. I was worried that she'd be mad about my schedule, but perhaps at three months I'm still enough of a novelty to get a pass, or maybe she is just sweet and patient.
We lingered over Persian, just talking about our respective weeks. Or, to be completely accurate, I listened and spared her the details of my technical adventures. Her mother's move is going smoothly, her boss will be gone next week, she can complete the new Vinyassa yoga class and not suffer the next day, and that college class she is taking couldn't be more dull; nothing more than the activities and concerns of an adult woman with a busy career. Somewhere between the last few bites and the Turkish coffee she misplaces her shoes and I find toes teasing my pant leg high enough to reach bare skin.
She visibly flinched and quickly withdrew her toes. I'm sure I had a frightful look on my face as I pulled my vibrating cell phone from my pocket.
?Yes. No. What are you smoking? OK. Grrrrr. Ok, ok, I can go to my office and fix it?.
Her face visibly fell at those last words. The gallery doors would open for the show in less than fifteen minutes. I crossed my fingers in hopes that the problem would be as simple as it initially appeared, then held my hand out to her.
?This should be quick. I can take care of it from my studio, so lets get going?.
We walked west on Howard without causing any traffic accidents. I think she is genuinely oblivious to the effect she has on men, but I like watching their reactions, and with the little black dress in place there was plenty of that. I've never though of myself as anything but average looking and I do stop to wonder how I came to have this gorgeous creature next to me. Not quite tall enough to look me in the eye, big gray eyes, a boyish bob of blond hair, and just enough breast flesh to draw the male eye, with a classic beauty face full of angles and planes; she is a picture many men would paint if given free reign with the girl brush.
I held the door for her on the way into the stairwell for my studio. She turned, waited, and there was a moment of confusion at the base of the stairs. I just stood my ground, gave her a half smile, and a level gaze. She could follow me down if she wanted, but those tan, muscular thighs were obvious going to be in front of me for the climb. Her chin tipped down, she rested her hand on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and a tiny hint of blush touched her face. I've known her long enough to understand that running my hand up her inner thigh will lead me to warmth and dampness.
We climb quickly, arrive at the fifth floor out of breath, and quickly make our way to my studio. I show her in and close the door behind me, reflexively turning the little lock on the knob as I close it behind us. I sit at the computer while she sits on the couch. No, sits isn't the right word. Reclining with one hand supporting her head, one knee up, one long leg filling the length of the couch, and the little black dress riding up. Posing. Yes, thats the word I wanted.
My login, repair, and test takes sixty seconds flat. I call the other engineer, put the problem back in his hands, and we've got ten minutes to spare before the gallery opens.
?Good news honey, it was really simple, so we won't be late.?
? You're sure its done??
?I'm sure I'm done answering the phone.?
She rises, takes two steps towards the door, but I remain sitting. I get a questioning look and I respond with a crooked finger, beckoning her closer.
?We do not have time for that.? We've made love in this room before, but she prefers the space, comfort, and view of the second floor bedroom at her house. I'm feeling a bit stubborn so I just relax into the chair like I don't plan on moving at all. ?My hair is done, I'm wearing lipstick, and we are not going to be late for this.? Firm words, but the tone is soft ... she wants to come closer. I give my best petulant little boy smile, and she takes one halting step towards me, then another.
Her legs are tan, firm, and baby smooth for our evening out on the town. I lay my hands on the sides of her knees and tickle the sensitive back portion. This is one of the most sensitive parts of her body and she catches herself on my shoulders with her hands as a gasp and sigh escape her mouth. I follow the line of the outside of her legs beneath the little black dress, carefully working fingers into the snug part near her hips. Heat and humidity are apparent even with my fingers a good distance from the source. Cotton and elastic twist, roll, and with one smooth motion the cute floral thong is around her ankles
=*=*=*
Well, whatever will our heroine do now? Ten minutes to the show opening, unmet needs boiling inside her, hair and makeup still flawless, and her drawers down around her ankles. It is up to you, my dear, to rescue the fair maiden from this situation, as I have not the time to take them the rest of the way. I will be holding the second half until you have time to come up with a suitable finish of your own.
I'm trying to steer this and three follow on stories I wrote through submission but I'm a Literotica virgin so its slow going. This is an actual exchange between myself and a lovely young lady who liked receiving such things, but never did manage to respond. Not written from a woman's perspective, but written to draw one out, and I'm itching to hear what people think of it.
The submission begins ...
This story was written a while ago and sent off to a thirty something newspaper editor I'd been seeing. She liked that I write, loved that I wrote with her in mind, and provided me with all sorts of rewards for having done this, but a written response was not one of them. Perhaps someone on here will take up the challenge. I've left the original first and last paragraph which are not actually part of the story, but the actual message to this woman I'd been seeing.
Personal note preceeding story to the former girlfriend ...
A few days ago I got a 'wink' from someone on match who was physically quite attractive and interesting, but she had the wrong answers for two important questions, so I sent her a nice thank you note. The image of her face and body stayed with me and this little story grew up around it. I very much liked that you responded (physically) to something I wrote last week and *told* me about it. I generally reach for elliptical phrasing and hints in the things I know the public is going to see since the most likely readers are female, but this one is just for you so I'm exposing a little more of the male perspective of such interactions. I hope you like it.
Actual story ...
It had been a crazy week. I mean completely crazy, with outages all over the state piled on top of new projects piled on top of old projects and a sick coworker just to finish the mix. I'd been ignoring her all week in favor of badly behaved, metal clad electronics, and I was ready to relax. We'd been together three months and this was her first experience with how crazy my job can be. She was soldiering right along, sweetly rubbing my shoulders when I had only a few minutes and no energy for her, but I could tell tension was building.
I thought I'd work till five, but I threw up my hands at three and went home to get ready for our evening event. I made it to her place close to five and came in just in time to catch that delicious shimmy as the little black dress slid into place. I caught a flash of peach from the bra I'd bought her and some bright, floral pattern thong I'd not seen before. She seemed surprised, then pleased that I'd managed to get free early, and I was rewarded with one of those undulating hugs that speaks volumes about what had been on her mind while I was crawling around under a raised floor somewhere. I was worried that she'd be mad about my schedule, but perhaps at three months I'm still enough of a novelty to get a pass, or maybe she is just sweet and patient.
We lingered over Persian, just talking about our respective weeks. Or, to be completely accurate, I listened and spared her the details of my technical adventures. Her mother's move is going smoothly, her boss will be gone next week, she can complete the new Vinyassa yoga class and not suffer the next day, and that college class she is taking couldn't be more dull; nothing more than the activities and concerns of an adult woman with a busy career. Somewhere between the last few bites and the Turkish coffee she misplaces her shoes and I find toes teasing my pant leg high enough to reach bare skin.
She visibly flinched and quickly withdrew her toes. I'm sure I had a frightful look on my face as I pulled my vibrating cell phone from my pocket.
?Yes. No. What are you smoking? OK. Grrrrr. Ok, ok, I can go to my office and fix it?.
Her face visibly fell at those last words. The gallery doors would open for the show in less than fifteen minutes. I crossed my fingers in hopes that the problem would be as simple as it initially appeared, then held my hand out to her.
?This should be quick. I can take care of it from my studio, so lets get going?.
We walked west on Howard without causing any traffic accidents. I think she is genuinely oblivious to the effect she has on men, but I like watching their reactions, and with the little black dress in place there was plenty of that. I've never though of myself as anything but average looking and I do stop to wonder how I came to have this gorgeous creature next to me. Not quite tall enough to look me in the eye, big gray eyes, a boyish bob of blond hair, and just enough breast flesh to draw the male eye, with a classic beauty face full of angles and planes; she is a picture many men would paint if given free reign with the girl brush.
I held the door for her on the way into the stairwell for my studio. She turned, waited, and there was a moment of confusion at the base of the stairs. I just stood my ground, gave her a half smile, and a level gaze. She could follow me down if she wanted, but those tan, muscular thighs were obvious going to be in front of me for the climb. Her chin tipped down, she rested her hand on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and a tiny hint of blush touched her face. I've known her long enough to understand that running my hand up her inner thigh will lead me to warmth and dampness.
We climb quickly, arrive at the fifth floor out of breath, and quickly make our way to my studio. I show her in and close the door behind me, reflexively turning the little lock on the knob as I close it behind us. I sit at the computer while she sits on the couch. No, sits isn't the right word. Reclining with one hand supporting her head, one knee up, one long leg filling the length of the couch, and the little black dress riding up. Posing. Yes, thats the word I wanted.
My login, repair, and test takes sixty seconds flat. I call the other engineer, put the problem back in his hands, and we've got ten minutes to spare before the gallery opens.
?Good news honey, it was really simple, so we won't be late.?
? You're sure its done??
?I'm sure I'm done answering the phone.?
She rises, takes two steps towards the door, but I remain sitting. I get a questioning look and I respond with a crooked finger, beckoning her closer.
?We do not have time for that.? We've made love in this room before, but she prefers the space, comfort, and view of the second floor bedroom at her house. I'm feeling a bit stubborn so I just relax into the chair like I don't plan on moving at all. ?My hair is done, I'm wearing lipstick, and we are not going to be late for this.? Firm words, but the tone is soft ... she wants to come closer. I give my best petulant little boy smile, and she takes one halting step towards me, then another.
Her legs are tan, firm, and baby smooth for our evening out on the town. I lay my hands on the sides of her knees and tickle the sensitive back portion. This is one of the most sensitive parts of her body and she catches herself on my shoulders with her hands as a gasp and sigh escape her mouth. I follow the line of the outside of her legs beneath the little black dress, carefully working fingers into the snug part near her hips. Heat and humidity are apparent even with my fingers a good distance from the source. Cotton and elastic twist, roll, and with one smooth motion the cute floral thong is around her ankles
=*=*=*
Well, whatever will our heroine do now? Ten minutes to the show opening, unmet needs boiling inside her, hair and makeup still flawless, and her drawers down around her ankles. It is up to you, my dear, to rescue the fair maiden from this situation, as I have not the time to take them the rest of the way. I will be holding the second half until you have time to come up with a suitable finish of your own.
