Clothed Sex Scenes (writerly (readerly?))

[TheeGoatPig]

Why do they always have to schuck their clothes off and be completely naked to have sex? Or why do they have to be naked from the onset? This also goes for trips to the bedroom too I suppose.

What's wrong with a good old fashioned rushed screw up against whatever piece of furniture happens to be closest? Not even bothering to take off that pesky article of clothing because doing so would waste too much time, when all that your characters want to do right now is fuck? Or even for some slow and passionate love making? Do the clothes always have to come off?

Whether it's the single sentece "They were naked in seconds," or the lo0ng and drawn out striptease, I'm getting so tired of totally naked sex scenes. Sometimes it's better to have a nipple peaking out here, the ass cheeks showing there, a hand reaching into a blouse or pair of jeans and carressing a bodypart, feeling where their intentions are aimed, but not seeing.

Am I alone in this? I sure hope not.

 

[3113]

Whether it's the single sentece "They were naked in seconds," or the lo0ng and drawn out striptease, I'm getting so tired of totally naked sex scenes. Sometimes it's better to have a nipple peaking out here, the ass cheeks showing there, a hand reaching into a blouse or pair of jeans and carressing a bodypart, feeling where their intentions are aimed, but not seeing.

Am I alone in this? I sure hope not.

Not alone at all. I tend to think that not getting all the clothes off usually makes it sexier and I've a few stories where the characters don't completely strip. But it's the erotic writer's challenge either way.

In one instance, you have to figure out how they strip down (shoes and socks are particularly problematic as it's not usually sexy to kick off those Adidas and sweat socks). In the other instance, the writer has to remember that the characters aren't naked and make use of the clothes--if the pants are unzipped, then they're likely to start slipping down. Is the guy going to hold them up if he's standing or let them fall to his ankles?

There are rewards, of course, for keeping the clothing. Sexy exploration under the material, licking that cotton crotch. One of my favorite Anais Nin stories is one where the man remains clothed and there are wonderful descriptions of the woman feeling the buttons and cloth rubbing against her naked body. Much more sexually charged than the usual bare skin to bare skin.

 

[Stella_Omega]

make it a writing challenge!
clothed sex

 

[TheeGoatPig]

make it a writing challenge!
clothed sex

I couldn't organize that. Too lazy

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

I've written scenes, even a story or two, where the lovers aren't totally nude. But most of the time they're buck-ass nekkid. My guess would be that about 25% of my stories have included "Clothed Sex Scenes."

As to why that's so and how come there aren't more scenes with fully or partially dressed lovers - beats me.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Emily reached up and pulled down sharply on Wendel's fly. There was a sharp zip sound, then Wendell's cock popped out, eye to eye with Emily. She took the head in her mouth and began playing her tongue over the shaft.

"God Damn It!" screamed Wendel.

"What's wrong, baby?" Emily asked, continuing to play with his cock.

"Stop! My nut sack is caught in my zipper. Hurts like hell," he screamed.






Maybe that's why(?)

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Emily reached up and pulled down sharply on Wendel's fly. There was a sharp zip sound, then Wendell's cock popped out, eye to eye with Emily. She took the head in her mouth and began playing her tongue over the shaft.

"God Damn It!" screamed Wendel.

"What's wrong, baby?" Emily asked, continuing to play with his cock.

"Stop! My nut sack is caught in my zipper. Hurts like hell," he screamed.

Maybe that's why(?)

Yep. Hard to write such tender emotions into a scene unless there are some clothes left on the participants.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[rachlou]

Emily reached up and pulled down sharply on Wendel's fly. There was a sharp zip sound, then Wendell's cock popped out, eye to eye with Emily. She took the head in her mouth and began playing her tongue over the shaft.

"God Damn It!" screamed Wendel.

"What's wrong, baby?" Emily asked, continuing to play with his cock.

"Stop! My nut sack is caught in my zipper. Hurts like hell," he screamed.






Maybe that's why(?)

You had me in tears there, Jenny. Literally.

 

[Recidiva]

It's one of those things that can interrupt the flow of the thing if you're going for a mood, unless you fit it into the mood.

It's like bathroom breaks or food breaks or sleep breaks. Yeah, it's realistic that they're in there, but is realism always the goal of art? Do you describe every meal as it happens, every bathroom break in context, every sleep session in detail? Repetitive or mundane tasks aren't always portrayed, unless they become relevant.

I'm not pro or con, I just get why it being blurred over has become a convention.

To defend myself, I once used a knife, at least. The clothes weren't gone in seconds.

 

[jomar]

In my latest, yet to be submitted I have a couple going at it in the woods. Just yank the pants down far enough to get the job done. It's highly gratuitous and can even be deleted without the story suffering, but I was trying to get a steamy sex scene in each chapter. It's getting harder as the story progresses and I may even have a Non-Erotic chapter to the adventure story.

 

[rgraham666]

I've done clothed sex a few times.

If it fits the story, I'll do it.

In real life, I like nekkid sex best. A woman's skin against mine is the loveliest of sensations.

 

[Nasha]

Though I often use naked sex, and naked cuddling, etc., in my writing to show intimacy between characters, I'm a great fan of clothed sex, in fiction and in real life. And I work it into my writing pretty often.

Fuck, she wanted to feel him inside her. Watching him watch, she hiked the sides of her skirt up, caught hold of her panties, slid them down her legs, and off. She straddled his thighs. He was breathing hard, watching her face. To guide his eyes, and to see for herself, she looked down as she lifted the front of her skirt, baring her sex. It looked so pale next to his inflamed prick, vivid even through the snug sheath of latex. Feeling bold, nasty, wanting to prove something—to herself or to him—she reached between her thighs and, using two fingers, spread herself open, baring the deep pink of her inner folds.

Except for sliding his hands up under her skirt, resting his warm palms on the tops of her thighs, he didn't touch her. Panting, he just watched. Waited for her.

She shifted her hips forward, and pressed her moist, open sex to the underside of his erect prick. Watched her delicate folds embrace him, then hide as she raised herself, inch by inch, her sensitive nerves stirred as she rubbed her sex along his shaft. Then down. Then up again, until she was poised to take him in. She sank down, and his hard prick rose up inside of her, her sex slowly opening to receive the tender, curved head, trying to close over it as she moved, down, down, and the rest of his length rose, up, up, until he filled her...

 

[Frank Noir]

I often include dressed and half-dressed sex in my stories. The participants are eager to get down to business. Also, I find undressing scenes really boring.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Is that an excerpt from something, Nasha?
Ookay, flash fiction time, this one's from about 1999 I'd guess...

Fucking in a car. Something I haven’t done in a damned long time. The winter was on its way out, but it was still bitter, and I kept the engine running, and Leo hauled her seat back, and tugged her jeans down around her knees, and I crawled over her to possess her, with my mouth, with my hands. Her pubic hairs were bronzy gold, cut short. I fished in my jacket pocket, pulled out a latex glove and a pillow pack of lube; she groaned in impatience until I slapped her on the thigh.

Her cunt was flushing, in the dim light from the street, and her inner lips lay together in perfect unison; Gloved, I slid my slick fingers along the divide, insinuated between them and pushed into her heat. She was so tight, around my two fingers, and I worked them, sideways against the pad of muscle that leapt to my touch. She didn’t seem to care much about spreading her legs wide for me, but she was hobbled by her jeans in any case, and she gave voice, a soft woman’s cry from that big, butch creature. My own voice came torn from the bottom of my chest, and I clutched at her shoulders, but that was a little later.

 

[Nasha]

Is that an excerpt from something, Nasha?

Yep, that was from chapter two of Hurt.

Here's a little m/m clothed sex snippet from chapter seven.

Khalid's trembling urgency, the hand on his cock, the grip on his hair all had Galen hard, panting, wanting. But it was hard to be still for Khalid's kiss, to let Khalid touch his lips with his, tease his tongue with his. Until Khalid sank into the kiss, breathing hard, his whole body seeking. Then Galen couldn't do anything else—he had to taste Khalid, feel those full soft lips under his mouth, the sensuous writhing of that tongue against his.

"Keep your hands on the counter, Galen," Khalid breathed, then started working Galen's belt open. "Good boy." Khalid caught the girth of Galen's hard cock in the curve of his hand over the smooth dark fabric of his boxer briefs. Galen fought the urge to thrust against Khalid's slow-stroking hand, and bit his lip against a whimper of need. When Khalid took his hand away, Galen nearly groaned.

"Turn around, Galen."

His heart swelled in his chest, beating hard, fast, adrenaline making his hands jittery as soon as he let go of the counter. Galen strained to hear any noise, any sign Vanka might be awake. But beyond the kitchen, except for the crickets outside, it was silent.

"Open the cupboard on your left. Get that bottle of oil."

Galen did as Khalid ordered.

"Open it."

As he worked the bottle open, it was obvious his hands were shaking, and Galen was relieved to set it down.

"So nervous, tonight. Tu as peur que Vanka nous trouvera ici. N'est-ce que pas?"

"Yes."

"And also, that is why you're so hard. Why your want is so strong, tonight. Yes?"

Galen didn't answer. When Khalid took hold of his jeans and dragged them down, Galen caught and held his breath. The bottle of oil disappeared from the counter, then reappeared. Tense, hardly breathing, Galen waited. The length of Khalid's taut, warm body pressed up behind him, a strong arm cinched across his chest, holding him, and Khalid drove up into him, forcing the air from his lungs...

 

[CeriseNoire]

I love half-clothed sex. I've put it in a few stories of mine, it just hasn't happened to be in the ones I've submitted here. I'm partial to the whole idea of panties under a skit just being pushed aside for a quickie and then put back in place.

 

[Nasha]

Ookay, flash fiction time, this one's from about 1999 I'd guess...

Fucking in a car. Something I haven’t done in a damned long time. The winter was on its way out, but it was still bitter, and I kept the engine running, and Leo hauled her seat back, and tugged her jeans down around her knees, and I crawled over her to possess her, with my mouth, with my hands. Her pubic hairs were bronzy gold, cut short. I fished in my jacket pocket, pulled out a latex glove and a pillow pack of lube; she groaned in impatience until I slapped her on the thigh.

Her cunt was flushing, in the dim light from the street, and her inner lips lay together in perfect unison; Gloved, I slid my slick fingers along the divide, insinuated between them and pushed into her heat. She was so tight, around my two fingers, and I worked them, sideways against the pad of muscle that leapt to my touch. She didn’t seem to care much about spreading her legs wide for me, but she was hobbled by her jeans in any case, and she gave voice, a soft woman’s cry from that big, butch creature. My own voice came torn from the bottom of my chest, and I clutched at her shoulders, but that was a little later.

Stella, I thoroughly adore your prose style. So crisp, and you get great mileage out of judicious word choice--words like "hauled" and "tugged" economically put across such vivid, specific images.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Stella, I thoroughly adore your prose style. So crisp, and you get great mileage out of judicious word choice--words like "hauled" and "tugged" economically put across such vivid, specific images.

Thank you! I've noticed that about your writing, as well.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

I have a thing for half-clothed sex...

he can wear his boots to bed any time...

hell, so can she...

 

[MagicaPractica]

What's wrong with a good old fashioned rushed screw up against whatever piece of furniture happens to be closest?

Variety is the spice of life.

 

[MagicaPractica]

A woman's skin against mine is the loveliest of sensations.

Woot! That thought deserved a swoon.

 

[human_male]

Emily reached up and pulled down sharply on Wendel's fly. There was a sharp zip sound, then Wendell's cock popped out, eye to eye with Emily. She took the head in her mouth and began playing her tongue over the shaft.

"God Damn It!" screamed Wendel.

"What's wrong, baby?" Emily asked, continuing to play with his cock.

"Stop! My nut sack is caught in my zipper. Hurts like hell," he screamed.






Maybe that's why(?)

I used to have a rat called Wendel.

 

[Stella_Omega]

I used to have a rat called Wendel.

Good name for a rat. *nods*
Mine were Malachi and Valentine. I miss them *sniffle*

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Good name for a rat. *nods*
Mine were Malachi and Valentine. I miss them *sniffle*

Mine were Ralph Malph and The Fonz...

 

[Dar~]

I once read a sex scene in a raomance novel and they didn't get undressed. She did, but he had on a mail shirt and it was one hot scene with the discription the author used. I can't for the life of me remember what it was.