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Guy gets lucky with lesbians? From what understand, that's the fantasy of about half the male population. What was new about it?
I just sort of wrote this. But it was about a lesbian / bi couple where the bi woman still likes an occasional bit of guy action. It had more pathos than how I’m describing it. Was mostly about the lesbian loving the bi woman so much that she’d do anything for her. Contrived I know, but I liked the result.
 
Guy gets lucky with lesbians? From what understand, that's the fantasy of about half the male population. What was new about it?
Something something masculinity, something something oh you're just the right set of sausage and eggs to make me forget about pussy for one night something something.

Nothing new, still same old power dynamics at play. Going after and obtaining something that they can't have. The thrill of the hunt. Being so desirable that a lesbian can't help but pick them.
 
Something something masculinity, something something oh you're just the right set of sausage and eggs to make me forget about pussy for one night something something.

Nothing new, still same old power dynamics at play. Going after and obtaining something that they can't have. The thrill of the hunt. Being so desirable that a lesbian can't help but pick them.
To be fair, @TheLobster never mentioned any lesbians.

I agree that a guy plus two lesbians is a popular trope, but we need to keep in mind that it's just a fantasy, a trope, and nothing else. It makes no sense whatsoever, and its incidence in real life is probably non-existent, but the lack of realism never stopped all the insanely popular mom-son stories.
No one should feel annoyed or offended by these things.
I do wonder if there is a reverse trope as well? Two gay men being seduced by a woman?
 
One of the odd things about cliche's in erotica is that some of them are clearly very popular with readers. All of the top 10 most-read (not highest-scoring) stories on Lit are in T/I, and three of those are "mom and son in the car." I imagine that will wear thin some day, but I don't think it has yet.

The #1 cliche on the NYT book editor's list is the love triangle. In erotica that's a pretty hot entry point.

Cliche and under-developed characters are more of a problem for me. That isn't surprising where a lot of readers want nothing more than a hard cock in a soft, wet hole. The attached personalities aren't very relevant. Cookie-cutter characters abound.

If you want to write more complex stories, then you also need to write more realistic characters. @Omenainen's Pink Orchid event is a reaction to the flat characterizations of female protagonists. It's a good exercise. It can be a learning experience.

The problem with underdeveloped characters isn't limited to women. Another of the NYT book editors lists gives questions to ask about your characters, whether they be guy or gal, and it looks to me like a good set of questions to keep in mind.
 
For a first person character describing their own physical appearance I frequently have them describe another character - like a sibling - and how they look similar to or vary from this character.

As some examples, in my story 'Cindy's Close Encounter' Cindy's younger brother Billy is approaching her and Cindy notes that both she and her brother are tall, slim and have blonde hair, although her eyes are blue and her brother's are brown. In 'Exploring With My Big Brother', the narrator Matilda looks at a photo of her taken with her full sibling Zac and their much older half siblings Karen and Tyler, Matilda noting that while she and Tyler have brown hair and brown eyes, Karen and Zac are blonde with blue eyes. Matilda also observes that she is the runt of the family, only five feet tall and very petite while her siblings are all over six feet. The narrator of my story 'Perving On My Virgin Cousins' is Trent, a teenage trouble-maker who notes that he is the black sheep of the family much like his late Great-Uncle Larry, who in his younger years had received a dishonourable discharge from the army while on National Service. Trent advises that he and Larry also shared the same recessive genes of red hair, green eyes and fair skin that float around in the family DNA.
 
One "trope" I've noticed in Taboo/Incest is that most "loving" families are well off financially because a home swimming pool is often the catalyst for the action to begin.

So I propose this:

Even before the summer rain storm abated, we could tell that the culvert under the driveway to the trailer park was plugged, creating a large pond of dirty runoff water in the ditch alongside the road. I knew what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, the screen door on the trailer flew open, followed by my twin sister bursting out into the driveway. I didn't need a mirror to see that she was wearing cutoff jeans (we couldn't afford new shorts) that had been trimmed at least three times, and the same ragged and threadbare t-shirt (again, couldn't afford new) she'd worn to sleep in for the past four years.

She jumped up, tucked her legs under her, and with a loud yell, performed one of her best cannonball splashes I'd ever seen. The muddy water went flying!

She stood up and turned to me, the gap in her toothy smile shining. She brushed the muddy strands of stringy hair from her face, but my attention was turned to the vision of two dark pink nipples completely visible through her very transparent shirt. She usually didn't wear a bra around the trailer, and it was clear that fact was true today.

She was the total package of true trailerpark hotness, and I was in lust. I stood so she could see the bulge beneath my own cutoffs. "C'mon, Sis. Let's go do this."

She jumped up and clapped as she ran out of the ditch. She grasped my hand and pulled me into the trailer. We walked past mom, sitting at the old kitchen table, smoking down a cigarette to the filter. She looked up at us and said, ""Bout time. Y'all be quiet back there so you don't wake up the baby."

Sis giggled. Life was good!
 
I "modified" it.
Ok then. I'll take on "mom and son in the back seat:"

Mom climbed in behind the steering wheel and gave me a long look. She opened the top button on her blouse and asked, "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?"

"I have a real good charge," I said, as she grabbed my stick shift and threw me into forward. "But I could still stand to be plugged in."

"Why wait ‘til we get home?” She put the car into self-driving mode, climbed from behind the wheel and settled on my lap. “Pull my skirt up,” she said. "I need to watch the road, even when its self-driving."

I tore a hole in her nylons and pulled her panties to the side while she picked a bumpy road, and juice was leaking from her receptacle before we got home.


See? it's the front seat now. But that doesn't fix the financially well-off trope.
 
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To be fair, @TheLobster never mentioned any lesbians.

I agree that a guy plus two lesbians is a popular trope, but we need to keep in mind that it's just a fantasy, a trope, and nothing else. It makes no sense whatsoever, and its incidence in real life is probably non-existent

At a bar (Outback Steakhouse, of all places), I met a very nice lesbian couple, flirted a little with them and I think I might've had a shot with making something happen, but for many reasons (I already had plans that night, I was close to their combined age and I didn't want to creep them out, if it was just a case of me, misreading signals), nothing happened.

I bring this up because w/ the FFM lesbian trope, a necessary workaround to that premise is creatively finding a rationale for why a lesbian couple would even go for bringing a guy home with them.

In my IRL example converted to a story, it'd be a combination of me having game, booze and maybe the lesbians throwing me a pity-fuck as a goof. This all assuming that I had gone for it.
 
At a bar (Outback Steakhouse, of all places), I met a very nice lesbian couple
Ah ye Olde lesbians at the Outback Steakhouse. Classic.

You got off lucky sir. Those are hive lesbians, looking for unsuspecting men to breed with so as to propogate their colony. The unfortunate ones that fall for their trap are eventually fed to the babies.
 
Another cliché: the inexperienced geek who has to learn from a more experienced sex partner.
The twist: the geek, being geeky, has spent a lot of time reading about sex and thinks he/she is quite the expert. Hilarity ensues when they do things wrong, and particularly when they refuse to believe their more experienced partner.
 
I bring this up because w/ the FFM lesbian trope, a necessary workaround to that premise is creatively finding a rationale for why a lesbian couple would even go for bringing a guy home with them.
The thing to do is avoid the women being lesbians, but bi-sexual. Problem solved.
 
My first offering: the mirror.

How about, instead of standing passively in front of the mirror, the character catches a glimpse of their reflection in the tall glass window opposite as they come down the stairs? You can break up the static scene with motion, and add an element of uncertainty because it's not a perfect reflection. Or a series of smaller mirrors arrayed along the wall, to create the opportunity to describe separate features one by one.
Didn't some famous character in literature, see themself in a pool of water? If you're dealing with a blind character, their description almost has to come through the eyes of an observer, or admirer. Couldn't a third person narrator of a story make the description? I've never been very good using that method. Thanks for putting this concept into my brain, so I'll now be examining how to write about it without using a mirror, or reflection.
 
Another cliché: the inexperienced geek who has to learn from a more experienced sex partner.
The twist: the geek, being geeky, has spent a lot of time reading about sex and thinks he/she is quite the expert. Hilarity ensues when they do things wrong, and particularly when they refuse to believe their more experienced partner.
Why are you talking about me?
 
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