TheNovelist2000
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I’m writing a long fantasy erotica involving the Spanish Crown, sirens, magic, amulets, galleys, carts, horses, and farms. But I’m reluctant to use historically accurate terms for garments and sex—words like chemise, drawers, and undergarments. I prefer modern words like panties, bras, skirts, cunt, pussy, tits. Would that feel jarring or out of place in a story like this? Or is it acceptable to keep the language modern for clarity and tone? As a reader, what would you personally prefer?
Here is an excerpt.
Luca’s expression hardened as he replied, "The courts don’t give a damn about excuses. As far as the Crown is concerned, your father is a thief and will be tried as such." He went closer to her, whispering: "Your father is a good navigator though. Losing him would be a shame.”
"What do you want from me?" Anne said meekly, her heart racing faster. She had always noticed the way he looked at her whenever they met on the deck. His gaze always wandered to her intimate places—though the same could be said for the whole crew—piercing through her clothes.
“I want you…,” he murmured. “You are not like those whores that money can buy. But you will give yourself to me tonight”. Anne flinched as his hand touched her cheek, the warmth of it sickening.
“You are gonna comeback to this place at midnight when everyone is asleep,” Luca smiled. Whoever is awake will be assigned to the deck for something to do. So, in the sleeping quarter, it is gonna be only you and sleeping men.”
His hand travelled to her lip, making Anne quiver. “There, you take off your dress,” he said. “Underwear and everything. You fold them neatly and put them in your trunk. You will then take your favorite pair of panties in your hand and return here. Then, wait for me,” he ended the conversation.
Here is an excerpt.
Luca’s expression hardened as he replied, "The courts don’t give a damn about excuses. As far as the Crown is concerned, your father is a thief and will be tried as such." He went closer to her, whispering: "Your father is a good navigator though. Losing him would be a shame.”
"What do you want from me?" Anne said meekly, her heart racing faster. She had always noticed the way he looked at her whenever they met on the deck. His gaze always wandered to her intimate places—though the same could be said for the whole crew—piercing through her clothes.
“I want you…,” he murmured. “You are not like those whores that money can buy. But you will give yourself to me tonight”. Anne flinched as his hand touched her cheek, the warmth of it sickening.
“You are gonna comeback to this place at midnight when everyone is asleep,” Luca smiled. Whoever is awake will be assigned to the deck for something to do. So, in the sleeping quarter, it is gonna be only you and sleeping men.”
His hand travelled to her lip, making Anne quiver. “There, you take off your dress,” he said. “Underwear and everything. You fold them neatly and put them in your trunk. You will then take your favorite pair of panties in your hand and return here. Then, wait for me,” he ended the conversation.
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