Too much or not enough sex?

zotique

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I wrote a novel this year; an adventure eco-thriller.

There is a bit of near nudity in it when a woman scientist on a research cruise strips down to jump in and save a whale.

I described this scene on a novel-writing web site and was criticized for sexualizing the scientist who is a plain looking plain dressing woman who reveals sexy lace underwear. Her nipple harden from the cold water. I was told this was unnecessary gratuitous sex.

In another scene a crewman spots an observer and a scientist fucking on the back deck, his white ass glowing in the moonlight as he pounds from the rear one of the scientists bent over a box. It actually affirms a budding romance on board.

Too much, not enough?

Want to see a few paragraphs?
 
Haven't you already posted this to the forum? If so, this is too much. :rolleyes:

It was sort of silly the first time you posted it.
 
Funny. I didn't see it. Thank you for pointing it out.

I've never worked at a gas station.
 
But you probably stayed at a Holiday Inn at least one night, which makes up for that.
 
But you probably stayed at a Holiday Inn at least one night, which makes up for that.

Never. But I have stayed under a tarp on a mountain ridge while goat hunting, at the edge of a parking lot in Phoenix Arizona, on a beach in Mexico, in a slavers' castle in Ghana, in the street in Bamako Mali, in a hikers' hut on Mount Kilimanjlaro, in a bus stop December 23rd in Hokkaido, on a temple balcony in Mie Ken Japan, in the foc'sles of numeorus fishing vessels, in a traffic median on Highway 1 in Truro Nova Scotia and with two girls from San Francisco in the back of a Volkswagen van at Niagara Falls among other places.


Sorry, but I don't get the Holiday Inn reference to anything.
 
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Never. But I have stayed under a tarp on a mountain ridge while goat hunting, at the edge of a parking lot in Phoenix Arizona, on a beach in Mexico, in a slavers' castle in Ghana, in the street in Bamako Mali, in a hikers' hut on Mount Kilimanjlaro, in a bus stop December 23rd in Hokkaido, on a temple balcony in Mie Ken Japan, in the foc'sles of numeorus fishing vessels, in a traffic median on Highway 1 in Truro Nova Scotia and with two girls from San Francisco in the back of a Volkswagen van at Niagara Falls among other places.


Sorry, but I don't get the Holiday Inn reference to anything.

There was a series of commercials a few years back where someone would ask "Are you a doctor?" "No, but I stayed in a Holiday inn last night."

As for your post, the people who say that's too much are some seriously vanilla prudes, its your story, don't sweat what they say. I think things like that provide a little extra juice popping in like that.
 
There was a series of commercials a few years back where someone would ask "Are you a doctor?" "No, but I stayed in a Holiday inn last night."

As for your post, the people who say that's too much are some seriously vanilla prudes, its your story, don't sweat what they say. I think things like that provide a little extra juice popping in like that.


Thanks. I don't watch TV.
 
Sorry, but I don't get the Holiday Inn reference to anything.

No problem. I never got clued into the "Where's the beef?" meaning either, having been living outside the United States when that series of TV commercials was running.
 
No problem. I never got clued into the "Where's the beef?" meaning either, having been living outside the United States when that series of TV commercials was running.

You didn't miss anything.

Did you get stuck with the California Raisins? Or you dodge that too?

Time to make the donuts was the one that seems stuck with me for life.
 
You didn't miss anything.

Did you get stuck with the California Raisins? Or you dodge that too?

Time to make the donuts was the one that seems stuck with me for life.

I seem to have escaped the California Raisins and the donut making.

Somewhere far back there, though, I conflated two commercials into "Lestoil, a little dab il do you."
 
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