Torture Horn: HotBrand's Self-Challenge Creative Exercise

[HotBrand]

... you see, "Torture Horn" is a pun ... a kind of play-on-words for "Torture Porn". Since "Torture Porn" refers to horror movies that have a significant degree of gratuitous violence, I substituted the "Porn" for "Horn", an allusion to "Horny", and made it a reference to a no-nut challenge I've set myself, while simultaneously "torturing" myself with a variety of sensual and sexual content.

Clever, right? I'm like ... totally made to be a writer or something!

More seriously, because I've been flatlining at writing an actual story (wavering confidence, concerns about 'voice' and 'purpose' in storycraft, etc), I thought I would investigate how a building sense of 'being pent up' would affect the way that I write.

I mean, I'm assuming a significant number of contributors in erotica are aroused when they write, right?

My concern is that being too level-headed might affect the level of passion in the writing; too aroused might make the writing sloppy and clumsy.

SO, this here is my kind of writing journal where I am tasked with writing a very short sexual scene. Everything is a variable: the key is to figure out whether greater arousal = better writing (or not).

Finally, the reason why this is public (although in a more hidden-corner of Lit) is accountability. I came to Lit a couple of years ago because I wanted to overcome my sense of shame about my own sexuality and kinks. This is an attempt to stand by my convictions and be proud.

 

[HotBrand]

Day 8

Five minute challenge: write about hearing sex in the next room.

I can hear them fucking; fucking like animals on heat.

If I close my eyes, I can see her riding him, grinding him, taking his full length within her.

I can picture her, in the murky dark, with her back arced back. Her knees pressed into his ribs, her hands on the bed, her thighs rising and falling just enough to thrust him in and out.

I want it. How I want it.

If I press my hands against the wall, I can feel her riding him, using him, consuming his full length within her.

I can picture her, in the leering dark, with her hair hanging back. Her lips parted to let her moans out, her skin glistening with salty sweat, her eyes just open and flickering as she lowers her body onto him again and again.

I want it. How I need it.

If I hold my breath, I can hear only them, and I can hear her riding him, seizing him, and stealing his full length within her.

I can picture her, with the curtains drawn shut, rubbing her wetness against his skin as she grinds again, and again, and gyrates her womanhood across his flesh. The taste - the flavour - of her is an addiction I wish to feel in my veins as I feel her on my tongue.

So I wait. I wait and I wonder and I know that I will find a way to be her next.

Their climax starts but it is only our beginning.

 

[HotBrand]

Day 9

Day 9 is also Day 1 because I was incited into breaking my effort to self-abstain. I'm weak, OK? Too weak!

Two minute challenge: write about a single droplet.

I squeezed with a finger and thumb.

A bead of arousal escaped his penis and clung to the top of his head for a moment.

It shivered, almost from its own anticipation, as I slowly tightened my grip on the shaft below.

The wetness grew in size, juicy, think, and clear.

I could hold my breath no more.

Slowly, I exhaled through pursed lips, and the tear of arousal gave way as I blew. It dripped down, picking up speed, and leaving a glistening trail behind it as it fell.

 

[HotBrand]

Day 3

One minute challenge: write without a pause of more than one second.

It was so hot. So uncomfortable in its ecstasy.

The intensity of the intimacy - of breath upon skin - and breath upon skin.

In the darkness, the humidity, and the heat of that moment, it could not, would not en

 

[HotBrand]

Setting a forward-challenge here.

22:00 UTC, 3/9: write a ten minute scene that is set in a public place.

Challenge accepted!

 

[HotBrand]

The despair when I thought I had to have started this.

I wrote 22:00 - not 20:00. Hurray for innumeracy!

Looking forward to trying to get this done though. Let the wine flow for motivation!

 

[HotBrand]

Alright. It's a bit later but I had a good time, OK? Don't judge me, thread!

Write a ten minute scene that is set in a public place.

There was something intangible about her that grabbed his attention.

Her posture was upright and perhaps; so taut that it was pretense. She was so tight that the lack of suggestion was its own suggestion. The formality of her stance was so proper as to be improper.

She was clearly in conversation with someone she knew. She ran a finger around the rim of her glass while her friend talked. She nodded intently as she listened to the excitement of her acquaintance.

In fact, she was so focused on her friend that it seemed surreal; an imitation of what should be and what is not. Her gaze did not flicker, every blink was measured and composed, and there was something constructed, artificial, and assuming that was both enrapturing and unearthly.

He continued to look at her when he could risk a glance. If he refused to look, he'd lose the confirmation he yearned; if he looked to long, he'd risk the confirmation he needed.

The label of his beer started to peel back and it was in this realisation that he glimpsed something that might have been.

She crossed her legs and he could swear he saw nothing.

More pointedly, he felt that there was the absence of anything.

He looked up from the bottle but her legs were crossed again under the table. The whole thing could have been imagined except for one detail.

Her legs were crossed over the other way. Her legs had parted and he had seen something - the impression of something - that haunted him before the ghost had become memory.

She was naked under that single fabric. She could be seen.

He looked back down to process this thought and, as he did, he felt a gentle heat on his face.

She was not looking at him when his gaze flicked to her. Pointedly.

But her legs were apart, just slightly, just barely.

Did he look away? Should he? Could he?

 

[HotBrand]

M'kay. Next challenge, stated in advance:

Find an erotic passage that has been published/written on Lit. Reinterpret it. No more than 300 words.

Yummy.