[HELP!] I can't write sex scenes in a sex story

[TheLobster]

Assuming that's from your diary. Here's an extract from mine:

We went to IKEA. Traffic was terrible. It started raining, and M and me had another argument about white vs wood shelves. Wrote another couple of hundred words while she was in the bath

Did you have meatballs?

 

[AlinaX]

I like the large flatbreads, but they don't have them anymore.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

That's one reason I don't write like that, I don'tvwant the extra work of making it all fit and work.

You know your characters well enough, you can get them in the sack. How about taking a seperate document to write out sex scenes, get the flow of your characters and when it looks write, just copy past into the story.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

Assuming that's from your diary. Here's an extract from mine

I went to the one in NYC with my step brother and his husband before I drove them back here. They didn't understand why I thought it was hilarious that the cafeteria was a buffet.

 

[Senor_Smut]

Advice from this thread broke the logjam and I was able to finish the first draft of the chapter. Thanks everyone!

 

[Britva415]

https://i.redd.it/vnnev9rgzhrc1.jpeg

 

[Melody_Lightdraft2]

I'm writing a chapter in an ongoing story that has already featured explicit sex. I have the whole thing finished except for the sex scenes, which I have been forced to skip over. Everything else flows well, or well enough, but when it comes to the nasty I just lock up. This has never been a problem before with any stories I've written. I think I know why it's happening -- chronic major depression puts you in mind of anything but sex -- but it's halted my progress for almost three months on this story and I need to get it done for my own mental health. It's all the worse because when I write sex scenes, they usually go in directions I didn't expect and they change the intended plot of what comes after, so I know these scenes will provoke significant rewrites in everything else I've done.

I've thought of just setting this aside and moving on to another story, but I'm reasonably sure the problem would follow me there too so I'd just be trading one frustration for another.

Does anyone have any ideas for how to break this mental block?

My Creative Writing tutor helped me by critiquing and adult scene that I could not discuss in the Zoom class.

He explained that writing an intimate scene is very tricky to get right without ending up with a bad sex award. It was made more difficult in the fact that it was between a Centaur colt, and a Centauride filly.

This is part of that inmate moment between Jackson, and Tansy:

“Move closer, now don’t grab be gentle. Cup and stroke with your fingers, my nipples are very sensitive.”
She held my head, I followed her lead and closed my eyes, another kiss. Eventually braking away with a sigh; I opened my eyes finding hers still closed. Now guiding my mouth however not back to her to her lips, but to suckle like a foal yet not the teats under her belly but her chest…. I found new places that liked kisses.
Although when she nipped my neck I jumped, Instruction in the art of lover was slow but I was a quick learner. The scent of her was rich entrancing, mine earthy musk which influenced her just as much hers on me.
Even though I was not yet a fully mature stallion nor her a mare, having not had a foal. My first attempt ended in a mess, and much embarrassment on my part. Tansy, grinned. Took it in her stride. Private words that said it was nothing to worry about, encouraged me. It shocked me that a willing mouth could kiss other parts of me as well. Her hands worked magic; add the other effect of the herb she had given me. The second time my body not requiring any conscious thought from me, was successfully found the mark. Her hot wetness pouting, guiding me all the way in. Instructed to start slow, the tempo increased naturally. We both found our voice at the same time, as the event concluded. It was if the very cores of our being had melted together, become one.
The hot afterglow of our sweat drenched equine coats. It could not last, we both had to go home. Such painful parting, now sure it was love not just first lust.
Tansy went back into the pool a quick wash down, exiting and drying herself down with a towel. From her bag came a product I had not seen before, Mare Fresh. I declined her instruction for me to bathe, truth be known I was sleepy and worried I would drown.
As she reached the junction in the track to take her home, another kiss. Both of us promising to see each other the next day.

My tutor said that I had handled the moment with care, and sensitivity.

 

[gunhilltrain]

I'm writing a chapter in an ongoing story that has already featured explicit sex. I have the whole thing finished except for the sex scenes, which I have been forced to skip over. Everything else flows well, or well enough, but when it comes to the nasty I just lock up. This has never been a problem before with any stories I've written. I think I know why it's happening -- chronic major depression puts you in mind of anything but sex -- but it's halted my progress for almost three months on this story and I need to get it done for my own mental health. It's all the worse because when I write sex scenes, they usually go in directions I didn't expect and they change the intended plot of what comes after, so I know these scenes will provoke significant rewrites in everything else I've done.

I've thought of just setting this aside and moving on to another story, but I'm reasonably sure the problem would follow me there too so I'd just be trading one frustration for another.

Does anyone have any ideas for how to break this mental block?

Is it the same two (?) characters again from earlier in the series? If it is, you don't have to describe it all over again unless there is something notably different.

P.S.: Writing and editing helps my mental health.

 

[gunhilltrain]

https://i.redd.it/vnnev9rgzhrc1.jpeg

Oh God, the cable guy trope. I guess that may really happen at times, but I've never done that job. I haven't looked them up, but I doubt that their real names were Karl Hungus and Bunny LaJoya.

 

[idocnc]

My Creative Writing tutor helped me by critiquing and adult scene that I could not discuss in the Zoom class.

He explained that writing an intimate scene is very tricky to get right without ending up with a bad sex award. It was made more difficult in the fact that it was between a Centaur colt, and a Centauride filly.

This is part of that inmate moment between Jackson, and Tansy:

“Move closer, now don’t grab be gentle. Cup and stroke with your fingers, my nipples are very sensitive.”
She held my head, I followed her lead and closed my eyes, another kiss. Eventually braking away with a sigh; I opened my eyes finding hers still closed. Now guiding my mouth however not back to her to her lips, but to suckle like a foal yet not the teats under her belly but her chest…. I found new places that liked kisses.
Although when she nipped my neck I jumped, Instruction in the art of lover was slow but I was a quick learner. The scent of her was rich entrancing, mine earthy musk which influenced her just as much hers on me.
Even though I was not yet a fully mature stallion nor her a mare, having not had a foal. My first attempt ended in a mess, and much embarrassment on my part. Tansy, grinned. Took it in her stride. Private words that said it was nothing to worry about, encouraged me. It shocked me that a willing mouth could kiss other parts of me as well. Her hands worked magic; add the other effect of the herb she had given me. The second time my body not requiring any conscious thought from me, was successfully found the mark. Her hot wetness pouting, guiding me all the way in. Instructed to start slow, the tempo increased naturally. We both found our voice at the same time, as the event concluded. It was if the very cores of our being had melted together, become one.
The hot afterglow of our sweat drenched equine coats. It could not last, we both had to go home. Such painful parting, now sure it was love not just first lust.
Tansy went back into the pool a quick wash down, exiting and drying herself down with a towel. From her bag came a product I had not seen before, Mare Fresh. I declined her instruction for me to bathe, truth be known I was sleepy and worried I would drown.
As she reached the junction in the track to take her home, another kiss. Both of us promising to see each other the next day.

My tutor said that I had handled the moment with care, and sensitivity.

I think your tutor was correct.

 

[SinclairGroupLLP]

Oh God, the cable guy trope. I guess that may really happen at times, but I've never done that job. I haven't looked them up, but I doubt that their real names were Karl Hungus and Bunny LaJoya.

Of course not. That's Bunny Lebowski. She's married to that rich old guy with no legs.

 

[alohadave]

Oh God, the cable guy trope. I guess that may really happen at times, but I've never done that job. I haven't looked them up, but I doubt that their real names were Karl Hungus and Bunny LaJoya.

This is from The Big Lebowski. They are porn characters played by characters in the movie.

 

[SerenaSteeleMonroe]

I'm writing a chapter in an ongoing story that has already featured explicit sex. I have the whole thing finished except for the sex scenes, which I have been forced to skip over. Everything else flows well, or well enough, but when it comes to the nasty I just lock up. This has never been a problem before with any stories I've written. I think I know why it's happening -- chronic major depression puts you in mind of anything but sex -- but it's halted my progress for almost three months on this story and I need to get it done for my own mental health. It's all the worse because when I write sex scenes, they usually go in directions I didn't expect and they change the intended plot of what comes after, so I know these scenes will provoke significant rewrites in everything else I've done.

I've thought of just setting this aside and moving on to another story, but I'm reasonably sure the problem would follow me there too so I'd just be trading one frustration for another.

Does anyone have any ideas for how to break this mental block?

This sounds like a problem for an erotic writer! Just think of tits, penises, and pussies, OH, MY!

 

[Abbafan]

My only advice would be not to concern yourself too much with sounding original or repeating cliches. There's a little bit of room for originality when it comes to things like dialogue, but there's only so many ways to describe the various acts. People aren't expecting or demanding a lot of originality when it comes to that.

 

[gunhilltrain]

This is from The Big Lebowski. They are porn characters played by characters in the movie.

I saw The Big Lebowski years ago, but I don't remember a thing about a porn movie or those characters. Actually, I forgot most of the film. Twenty-seven years will do that to a brain as old as mine is.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Of course not. That's Bunny Lebowski. She's married to that rich old guy with no legs.

As I suggested above, I also forgot Bunny Lebowski and the guy she's married to.

 

[SinclairGroupLLP]

I saw The Big Lebowski years ago, but I don't remember a thing about a porn movie or those characters. Actually, I forgot most of the film. Twenty-seven years will do that to a brain as old as mine is.

I saw it in the theater, and probably have the whole thing memorized by this point, lol. There are a handful of what I consider to be "perfect movies" out there, and it's one of them.