標題: Five Sexy Senses to Rev Up Scenes 【利用五感來寫床戲】 作者：Desiree Holt [打印本頁] 作者:
wish 時間: 2015-2-7 00:04 標題: Five Sexy Senses to Rev Up Scenes 【利用五感來寫床戲】 作者：Desiree Holt
Desiree Holt is an award-winning multi-published erotic romance author.
She's been published with Ellora's Cave, Total-E-bound, The Wild Rose
Press, Samhain Publishing, Decadent Publishing and Resplendence Publishing.
She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic
Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of
the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best
BDSM book of the year, and winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit.
Reviewers call Desiree "a force to be reckoned with in the erotic romance
department!" and "the most amazing erotic romance author of our time."
Desiree has a weakness for hot cowboys and men on motorcycles. She's
also an obsessed football addict.
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Five Sexy Senses to Rev Up Scenes 【利用五感來寫床戲】
Okay, the hero and heroine have met. They've had that first electric
moment. They've teased each other and stroked each other, all the
while knowing that at any moment they were going to have sex!
Of course the anticipation is half of it. Light nibbling kisses followed
by deep ones with tongues gliding against each other. Erotic words
murmured in low voices. Touching each other here and there. Until holding
back becomes unbearable.
So how do you get into it without looking like you're just following a
direction that says “Insert sex here?”
For one thing, you have to get in the mood. Don't write sex when the kids
are squabbling or you're in between loads of laundry or making a list of
errands. Lots of things can get you in the mood. A glass of wine. Soft
music. A satin sleep shirt (not kidding here!). But most of all you have
to use your imagination.
Think yourself into the scene. Why is the heroine in bed with the hero?
What drew them together? What is their connection? In《Once Upon a Wedding》
my heroine wanted one last fling before getting married and on a sunset beach
she found Joe, who knew all the secret ways to please a woman. It's as much
what he says as what he does.
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【例子１】（節錄自《Once Upon a Wedding》）
“Your mouth tastes like a rare wine, Rainie.” He whispered his words into
her open lips.“I'll bet your cunt tastes even better.”
Moisture flooded her panties at his words. She swallowed her hesitation and
asked, “Are you going to find out?”
“Oh, yes. You bet your sweet ass I am. In more ways than you can count.”
He stepped back from her. His hand came up and traced the outline of her jaw,
the shell of her ear, the slender column of her neck. “The minute I saw you
sitting on that beach I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless.”
Her mouth formed a small O.
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So you have to think about what you'd like the hero to say if it was you in
that bed with him.
You also need to focus on the best tools for sex. No, not toys! The five senses.
You get there by using the five senses: touch, see, hear, smell and taste.
In every scene there are things that each of these responds to. Oh, and don't
forget to use adjectives that evoke images in the reader's mind.
Touch 【觸覺】
Him: her small hands were nearly swallowed up by his large ones as he
reached for her breasts. Her skin was the softest silk, smooth beneath his
fingers.
Her: She could feel the roughness of his hands, the callouses from hard
work just slightly abrading her skin and sending shivers along her spine.
See 【視覺】
Him: He looked at her standing there, backlit by the fire blazing in the
fireplace, her hair a burnished gold in the reflected light. He could see every
dip and swell of her body. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
Her: He looked like a Norse warrior towering over her with his thick head
of golden hair, his fierce blue eyes, his broad back and his sculptured muscles.
His swollen cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Hear 【聽覺】
Him: His name on her lips was like sweet music, her laugh the sound of
wind chimes. It made his balls tingle and his dick want to push itself inside her.
Her: His voice was low and deep, a sound that rumbled through her as he
spoke her name like a caress.
Smell 【嗅覺】
Him: As he bent his head toward hers he inhaled her scent, a heady mixture
of jasmine and fresh rain.
Her: She caught the scent of his soap and aftershave, a combination of
spice and earth and musk. The pulse in her pussy throbbed with a hungry need to
feel him inside her.
Taste 【味覺】
Him: Her lips were so soft beneath his and when they opened for him his
tongue swept inside. She tasted like chocolate and fine wine, a taste that went
straight to his groin and fired every nerve in his body.
Her: When his tongue tangled with hers she was reminded of the taste of
cinnamon and whiskey, a very masculine combination that made her body soften and
her pulses throb.
Notice that I'm also not afraid to give explicit names to various parts of the anatomy.
Don't be afraid of them. Just the sound of them is titillating to the reader. And
describing how they each appear to the other hooks the reader into what's happening
and makes the actual sex vividly emotional.
Some scenes need a setup and that's where the combination of physical and emotional
comes in. Like in this scene from 《Down and Dirty》:
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【例子２】（節錄自《Down and Dirty》）
His hands came up to cup her face as his head bent and his mouth covered hers. His
hands set up tingles in the skin of her cheeks and the touch of his lips sent sparks
of sensation showering through her. Her breasts suddenly felt full and moisture
flooded the crotch of her thong. He nibbled at her lower lip, teasing at it, tugging
it between his teeth. Krista clutched his wrists, unable to do more than hang on and
hope she didn't fall. When she opened her mouth on a sigh, his tongue moved inside
without hesitation, brushing every interior surface, the tip of his tongue tracing
lines against the roof of her mouth.
His body moved fractionally against her, enough that his legs bracketed her and the
hardness of his cock pushed at her through his jeans. Heat consumed her, the walls
of her pussy vibrated and she couldn't have pushed him away to save herself.
When he lifted his head, she was dazed and breathless, her eyes held captive by those
unusual silver ones, now darkening to a stormy grey. His tongue swiped lightly across
her mouth.
“I think we need to take this somewhere a little more private, don't you?”
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But once you take it “somewhere a little more private,” don't be afraid to be explicit.
Again, rely on the five senses. What does each of them feel? Taste? See? And so on.
Sometimes in a book I jump right into the sex but only because there is a specific reason
for it. In 《Jungle Inferno》, my hero Mark is a prisoner of terrorists in the Peruvian
jungle while Faith, the woman he loves, is a continent away for most of the book. I mean,
the guy's got an impressive cock but it doesn't reach across thousands of miles, right?
So how to get them together? How to show the reader their intense physical connection in
a way that's not jarring? I solved it by opening with a hot sex scene. Mark is in a tent,
wounded and filthy and in pain and the only thing keeping him sane is his fantasies about
Faith.
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【例子３】（節錄自《Jungle Inferno》）
It was raining, a steady thrumming on the broad leaves of the trees and plants that formed
a thick canopy over the jungle floor. By the time it reached the thick carpet of dead plants
and rotting wood it was more like a mist, a thick curtain of steam that sat heavily on the
skin.
Mark Halloran inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of vanilla and sarsaparilla plants mingling
with that of the wild orchids. The dense rainforest of the Peruvian jungle held a wild
mixture of flora whose perfume teased at the senses and conjured up images. Beneath the
heavier perfume of these and other plants like cinchona and cedar, was the vague hint of
the abundance of orchids growing in wild profusion.
But none so arousing as the scent of the woman in his arms. Light jasmine drifted from the
silken fall of her hair and mingled with the sweetness of her body. And the musk of her arousal.
He ran his hand over the satiny surface of her skin, feeling every dip and hollow with the tips
of his fingers. The indentation of her navel. The crease where hip and thigh joined. The soft
bush of the curls covering her cunt.
Bending his head he pulled a dusky nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before
pressing it flat against the roof of his mouth. He was rewarded with a soft moan and an arching
of Faith's body that pushed the nipple deeper into his mouth. His hand molded the full swell of
her breast, loving the feel of its weight in his palm.
His cock had been hard enough to drive nails from the moment they'd entered the tent that had
been pitched for them. A jungle vacation with as many amenities as the rainforest had to offer.
They'd nearly ripped their clothes in the urgency to get rid of them, to feel naked skin against
naked skin. So many months had passed since they’d been together that he was afraid he'd come
before they even got started.
You're Special Ops, asshole. You have legendary control. Use it now.
So he'd gritted his teeth and dialed it back as much as he could, willing himself to take the
time to do this properly.
But just looking at her was enough to ramp up his simmering arousal. Her naked body was a work
of art, lush hips and breasts, long legs and at the juncture of her thighs the soft nest of curls
that hid the mysteries of her sex—he sweetest cunt he’d ever tasted or fucked. A wet heat
that scorched him, drowned him with the liquid of her passion. His only conflict was whether to
fuck her first with his mouth or his cock. He'd barely contained himself enough to urge her down
to the mat with him, so great was the need to take her where they stood.
He moved his mouth to the other nipple, poking at him so temptingly, and trailed his hand down
her body over the soft swell of her tummy to the wet slit of her pussy. God, she was always so
wet for him so quickly. How was he supposed to hold back?
Faith opened her thighs to his touch and his thumb easily found the hot nub of her clitoris. As
he pulled deeply on her taut nipple his thumb brushed back and forth against the tiny bundle of
nerves, drawing the little cries of pleasure from her that turned him on so much.
He lifted his head to brush his lips against hers, gently licking the seam of her lips, teasing
at the corners, nipping lightly on the full lower one. He'd always been fascinated by the sensuous
swell of those lips, loved kissing them and tasting them. Nipping on them. He thought he could
spend hours just making love to her mouth.
When she opened them he slipped his tongue inside, scraping over the edge of her teeth to find the
hot slickness of the skin inside. The touch of her small tongue against his sent arrows of heat
jolting through him, straight to his throbbing cock and his aching balls.
Slow, asshole. Slow. Show her how much you appreciate her. How you feel about her.
He danced with her tongue, darting back and forth over its surface while his thumb continued to
work her clit in a slow, steady motion. Faith moaned again, the tight little sound echoing into
his own mouth. Her hands pressed against his back, pulling him down closer to her.
When she bent her legs, planting her feet firmly on the woven mat, a silent invitation to explore
farther, he moved his hand until he could slide two fingers into the hot well of her cunt.
Oh, god. Hot! Hot, hot, hot!
She was so very wet, the walls of her pussy slippery with her juices, her flesh pulsing against
his fingers.
He tore his mouth away from her.
“I can't wait any longer.” His voice was so hoarse he didn't even recognize it.
“Then don't,” she urged. “It's been so long. I'm ready for you. Now.”
Mark reached for the foil packet he'd dropped beside them, ripped it open with his teeth and
extracted the latex sheath. Levering himself to his knees he deftly rolled it on with one hand,
ready for action.
But the sight of her wet, welcoming, pink pussy was so tempting, so mouth-watering, that first he
had to have a taste. He lowered his head, spread her labia wide with his thumbs and lapped the
length of her slit.
“Ohhhhh.”
The long exhalation of pleasure sent another surge of heat through him. God, he loved those sounds.
So he did it again. And again. Until he wasn't sure exactly who he was teasing. Licking the sweet-
tart taste of her from his lips, he positioned himself, pressing the head of his cock at the
opening of her vagina and with one hard roll of his hips he entered her wet heat.
Oh, Jesus!
The walls of her cunt clamped around him and it was like being burned alive with the sweetest heat.
He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tightening with the need for release, but he held
himself still, giving himself time to enjoy the feel of her like a hot glove around him.
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This is an example of a scene that uses the senses—everything Mark is feeling. What goes through
his mind and how his body reacts as he sees every part of her. I put the reader in Mark's mind and
pulled her into the scene. Using the five senses. Remember that if you remember nothing else. THE
FIVE SENSES.
These are just a few examples of how to fit hot sex into a book without it being editorial and how
to make it come alive for your readers. Remember. Think it. Feel it. Describe it. Don't be afraid
of it. Call up your most secret fantasies. Who is the man of your dreams? If you were alone with him
—naked—what would you want him to do to you? With you? Take another sip of that wine and let your
imagination run wild.
And the scenes you write will singe your computer.
