What’s Bad Sex Doing in Erotica? by Skye Warren
I want to talk for a minute about bad sex. Not the kind of bad sex that produces giggles or other unsavory reactions from the reader. The other kind of bad sex is the kind where there’s emotional (or physical) conflict between the characters, resulting in non-perfect sex, whether painful or awkward.
We all read hoping to be carried away, transported to a fantasy world where we can explore new kinks, new parts of ourselves, but for me that can only be done with more realistic sex. On a small scale, fingers tangle in hair, heads bump into headboards, and that-time-of-the-month springs up at the most inopportune times.
On a larger scale, our fears and prejudices can shape the sex just as much as desire, maybe more. We are the sum of our experiences (or in some cases, lack of experience). That’s why every sex encounter is unique. That’s what makes it compelling. The awkwardness, the halting starts, the holding back and going too fars, they are the difference between slot-A-tab-B mechanics and erotica. And to me, that’s what makes it hot!
Here’s an excerpt from my release, Trust in Me. There’s Mia, our heroine, who is owned by a crime lord. And there’s Tyler, her childhood crush who’s now in league said crime lord. Or is he? Dun, dun, dun… 🙂
Tyler’s hands found my breasts and easily slipped under the small halter top. He looked down at my breast in his hand. I knew I had beautiful breasts. Not because they looked beautiful to me—no, I hated the sight of them—but because I’d been told so. From very young, I’d been told how pretty they were—large, despite my lanky body, and pale with dark, hardened tips.
He groaned, just staring. “So beautiful.”
I hated that he said that, that he noticed what all the other men had noticed, that he was like them after all. But at the same time, I almost preened. At least I had pleased him in some way. One of these days my contradictions would tear me apart.
His fingertip, blunt and rough, traced from the top of the slope to the tip.
“Why are you doing this?” he muttered, and it didn’t sound like he was talking to me but to himself.
Why was he doing this? Why did he need to get mixed up with Carlos? It would only end badly for Tyler. I had seen enough of his business “partners” disappear to know that. God, but I didn’t want to think that Tyler would even want to be involved. Carlos had lots of different businesses, but they were all bad—drugs, guns. And my personal crusade, my curse, human trafficking. Which was Tyler involved in?
“You shouldn’t be here,” slipped out on a moan.
“I know,” he said, still mesmerized by my hated breasts.
“It isn’t right.” Why couldn’t he see? I wanted him to be good, but if he couldn’t do that, then at least I wanted him to be safe.
“I can’t stop,” he said. Then he looked up at me. “I won’t hurt you.”
Too late for that. “Just do it,” I said. Get it over with, never let it end.
He bent his head and kissed my nipple. Not sucked, not bit, just kissed. “I shouldn’t.” He bared my other breast and kissed that nipple. “Want you.”
Pins pricked behind my eyes. It was sweet, too sweet. “No,” I whispered.
“Shh,” he said. “It’s okay.” His hands caressed my breasts as his erection pressed against me below, fitting perfectly.
I needed it to be over before I did something embarrassing, like cry or orgasm.
So, no heads were bumped in this scene (that would have been a bit too comical, I think), but I don’t think you could call this good sex by any stretch. It’s not magical or mindblowing. It’s uncomfortable and maybe even disturbing. But that’s where their journey starts.
Now, as for whether these two ever get together for some smooth, pleasurable sexin’, well, you’ll have to read and find out. But I will tell you that, if so, they have to work for it. As the saying goes, it only gets worse before it gets better.
TRUST IN ME by Skye Warren
Can love be found between a whore and a knight in tarnished armor?
Mia longs for the daily torture to end, but one last task keeps her holding on. In a betrayal of the crime lord who pulled her from the gutter, she’ll free the shipment of human cargo, and if she’s lucky, die in the process. The alternative is unfathomable, even to a woman well-versed in erotic torture. But luck abandons her yet again when she meets the security expert in charge of the shipment and finds herself face to face with her childhood crush. The man she once begged for help. The man who failed her.
Tyler Martinez is an undercover FBI agent with one chance to right the wrongs of his past. Thrust deep into the seedy world of human trafficking, he must put aside his guilt over abandoning Mia all those years ago in order to save her now.
Someone’s pulling the strings in this sadistic play on trust, but Tyler and Mia may not live long enough to see the curtain fall. Trust in Me is a story of erotic pain and incipient romance, spiraling ever faster toward betrayal or redemption.
This book contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex. It also depicts abuse and captivity situations. Not appropriate for anyone uncomfortable with these situations or anyone under the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction.
Buy it now: http://skyewarren.com/books/trust-in-me/
Skye Warren is giving away a copy of Trust in Me to a commenter from each stop in the blog tour. Can you think of a book you enjoyed where the sex didn’t go as expected? What do you think about nail-biting, toe-curling, tension-filled sex? Leave a comment to be entered to win.