I decided to try something new when writing “Tamar Rising”. Yes, that’s right, I can hear you all collapsing with shock from here, but it’s true. I chose to write a sex scene that was nearly all dialogue.
Admittedly it got changed up a little in the editing, but it’s still in there.
For me, sex scenes always have to have a point in the plot. It doesn’t have to be a major point – it can be just for characterisation if need be – but there has to be a reason for them beyond “because it’s hot”. And this particular scene had a very specific point, because Tamar and Jason had a definite reason for having sex – they’ve discovered Tamar’s ability as a medium is boosted by intimacy, and Tamar is about to perform an exorcism.
But that’s not the reason for the dialogue.
“Tamar Rising” is the sequel to “I Heard Your Voice”, in which Tamar is initially the source for celebrity medium Reed James’s power. Prior to every investigation, she has to have sex with him. And now, finding herself in almost the same position, Tamar is paralysed by memories. She can’t be doing this again. She just can’t.
And so she needs to hear Jason’s voice, to remember that she’s no longer with Reed.
I’ve often found that what I hear in these scenes is sexier than the description. Moans and begging are hugely exciting to hear. But in this scene, it wasn’t the words so much as the voice. Jason’s ongoing reassurance is far more important than the action.
So I made the scene nearly all dialogue.
There’s still action in there, don’t worry. But I had great fun writing it that way. I may even do it again, particular if Tamar and Jason get another outing. But even if I don’t, I’m glad I did. It’s always worth it to stretch your writing a bit.
And it’s good to talk.
God, he was good at this. She could already feel relaxation flowing through her body, followed by tingles of excitement as his tongue went to work, tormenting every sensitive spot. Her pleasure mounted, spiralling in her gut as she pushed her hips forward, aching for more movement, harder, faster, but Jason was still goingslowly and her breath raced in anticipation of the climax to come.
Tamar moaned, lacing her fingers into Jason’s hair as he pressed soft kisses to her pussy, alternating with tender licks until she could barely stand it. Jason slid his fingers inside her, grazing her sweet spot over and over again—
Jason’s lips tightened around her clit, sucking, and Tamar threw back her head and screamed as the pleasure hit her.
Through the waves of ecstasy, she heard a loud pop from above her, followed by a sprinkling sensation on her skin.
“What the fuck?” she heard Jason say, and Tamar opened her eyes. Her chest and stomach were covered with shards of glass. Jason was sitting back on his ankles, staring up in irritated confusion as he brushed fragments out of his hair.
At least, it looked like he was. The room was in almost complete darkness, broken only by the bedside lamp and the street light outside the window.
“Did the light bulb blow?”
“I think it shattered.”
Together they got off the bed to sweep up the pieces of broken bulb, Tamar shaking her head in bemusement.
Now that had never happened before.
What did that mean?
Sequel to I Heard Your Voice
Tamar Steele’s star is on the rise. Her relationship with boyfriend Jason Bray is blossoming, as is her bond with her spirit guide, the ghost of Jason’s brother Matt, who has been training her in mediumship. And, newly installed as the medium for her crew of paranormal investigators, she is already receiving press attention, which brings her to the notice of Scare Seekers – a paranormal entertainment show keen to film an episode with Tamar’s team.
But when teammate Hana is violently possessed, filming is thrown into disarray. The dark spirit seems to disappear at first, but when a frenzied Hana attacks Tamar on the drive home, Tamar realises that her mediumistic abilities may not be strong enough to fight the demon.
Until one day Tamar discovers her powers are increased by having sex on haunted ground, and finds that maybe she and Jason can save Hana, their team’s reputation, and themselves…
Available at Totally Bound
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writers’ Scheme. Her debut novel “The Hand He Dealt” was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.