Clever is the new cool

An opinion piece says smart is hot.





Have you written characters who are intellectual and hot?

Do any of your stories discuss brainy subjects as background to the sexual parts of the tale?


My latest flash fiction, Yes, Kara, posts tomorrow. The theme is mind control and operant conditioning, along the lines of Pavlov. My main character Kara is pure Svengali, a precise instrument of control.
 
Have you written characters who are intellectual and hot?

Do any of your stories discuss brainy subjects as background to the sexual parts of the tale?
Loss Function is about two nerds who build an AI. Red Scarf is about two nerds, one of whom is into operations research and the theory of directed graphs, and the other is into astronomy and dressmaking.
 
Have you written characters who are intellectual and hot?
Do any of your stories discuss brainy subjects as background to the sexual parts of the tale?

The unnamed MMC in my House of Feathers series of short strokers is a hugely successful engineer and businessman. He doesn't talk details in the stories, though.

A central character in It Started With A Unicorn is a wildly successful investment broker. Not necessarily an 'intellectual', but somebody who has succeeded because of determination, meticulous attention to detail and an ability to memorize and analyze great masses of data. She explains all this whilst she and her about-to-be-girlfriend are in a penthouse hot tub overlooking the city below.

My MFC in Save the Last Dance is a mathematician, one worried that she's too bright to fit in. It gets mentioned.

I've written others, but my point is that, so far as I am concerned, intelligence is an intrinsic part of sexiness and I bery much enjoy putting it front and centre in my tales.
 
ā€œSmarter than meā€ is my type.

Unless they say that makes me ā€œsapiosexual.ā€ Go find someone who says he is. I’m not compatible.
 
Was it me?

**checks**

Yep! 😁

**pats self on shoulder**
I mean, you weren't wrong ;)

edit to add: I find "competent" really hot. You whether it's in sport, business, physical confrontation (bad-ass girls who know how to take care of themselves), etc.

It goes beyond clever for me, but clever is certainly part of it.
 
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One of the few stories I've written here that I'm almost 100% proud of, Another Man's Trophy Wife, is almost exactly about this topic:

When her husband returned, I had to express sincere admiration for his wife's intelligence and thoughtfulness. He grunted something about her talking too much.

So I was the right guy at the right time. She fell in love with me, I suspect, because I appreciated her in a way she really wanted to feel appreciated--she didn't study all that stuff for nothing--and hadn't felt appreciated in far too long.
 
Cum to think of it, also Miranda and Major Hardman, of which I am also almost proud:

"What do you think of this?" he asked, and with the voice of a god he read:

... you know as well as we do that right... is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.

He looked at her, sincerely waiting for her opinion. Asking her what she thought.

The good part of her brain was taken by surprise. "Wait," it said, "he wants our opinion?" But the bad part was like, "I like that. I like that a lot. Give him some opinion and then sit on him."

She felt something in her body like the need to go to the bathroom. It was the need to have her legs around him. She felt physically pulled to him.

But she didn't know what to say, so he went on without her:

"That combination of brutality and eloquence," he shook his head in awe and read the passage to her again. She tried to listen to the words, to think about the meaning of the passage, but she couldn't, so she stood, walking around to stand next to him to see the book.

As she moved, he looked at her, seeming to see her beauty again. She felt herself almost unfolding before him, like a flower blossoming.

And the closer she got to him, the better she felt....

He pointed to the passage in question and handed her the book. Sitting down while she stood, he barely had to look up at her.

"Do you think it's right?" he asked. "I mean of course it's true that the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must, but is it right to say something like that?"

"You're asking me?"

"Well, I've heard you're really smart. I'd love to know what you think of it."

She couldn't believe it. A senior, someone her brother's age, and specifically this unfuckingbelievably hot hunk of manhood, sincerely wanted her opinion.

She didn't want to disappoint him. She searched for a clever thing to say, buying time by exaggerating her concentration.

And before she'd realized what she was doing, she'd actually touched his shoulder, as if to hold herself up.

"Oh god," the good part of her mind sighed. "Get your hand off his body and tell him this:"

Unable to move her hand, she bullshat:

"Strength and weakness are not always what they seem. Perhaps saying this actually betrays a little weakness. Like they're trying to intimidate the Melians in order to avoid a fight they don't actually want."

"Oh, hey," he nodded, pointing at her. "That is a really good point. Let me write that down."

He picked up a post-it note and a pencil from the coffee table. They looked so small in his hands. He handled them like tiny toys.

"How did you put that? 'Strength and weakness are not always...'"

He copied it out, stuck the note on that page, and looked at her gratefully. "You should tutor me. How do you know so much about strength and weakness?"

She must've been blushing bright red.

She felt appreciated inside and out.

Who gave a fuck if he was a bad guy?

And anyway, what are bad guys for?

They're for fucking, that's what.
 
The difference in meaning between "intellectual", "educated", "clever", "intelligent" gets blurred in these conversations.
Some of the smartest people I know are highly educated.

One of the great things about writing sex stories is that sex is a great leveller. It's a universal common denominator; and like other baser aspects of our nature, it's also a great subject for humour.

Most of my stories are posted in the Mind Control category; I love writing and reading stories where the intellect is trumped by sexual desire.

The narrator of my findom autobiograhy is always boasting about how smart and educated she is:
I've always been really competitive. Having three older brothers may be something to do with it. I learned that I couldn't beat them at wrestling, or win any running races against them, but I could always outsmart them, and beat them at chess and video games. And when I saw how they became even dumber in their teens, due to their hormones, I figured out that I could use men's horny dumbness to my advantage. And I've been doing it ever since. I make more money than my three brothers combined -- and one of them is a lawyer.

He mentioned Gemma to defend himself against my seduction; he was reminding both me and him that he was a married man.

"mens sana in corpore sano", I said. I wanted to show him I was educated.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you don't know Latin," I laughed, but didn't translate it.

"No I don't. I didn't waste my time on Latin. I studied computer science and economics," he sneered. I'd struck a nerve with him: He didn't like being put down by intellectuals.
 
the largest sex organ is the brain
I always took that to mean that the brain is like an erogenous zone, not as "brains are sexually attractive". Obviously good brains are sexy, like good bodies -- where "sexy" basically means "carries an evelotionary benefit".
 
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