Why Isn't Sex Dirty Anymore?

[dr_mabeuse]

I miss sex being dirty.

What was dirty about it, anyhow? I can't even remember.

Was it just the proximity of the sexual organs to the excretory ones?

Was it the shame of being seen naked in body and soul?

My stories are missing that forbidden, makes-you-blush quality. There's thrills, but there's no shock or shame om what I write now.

Where's Miss Pussy Juice when you need her?

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

My two cents worth, sex may not be dirty but its still not embraced either. You can decapitate a few dozen people and get a PG rating but flash a boob and its oh so very obscene! Try even just a long drawn out kiss in public and see how long it takes before you get the calls of "get a room" and the like.

The one thing I can never grasp in American society is why beauty and love and affection are seen as forbidden and yet violence death and mayhem is family fun.

OR maybe that was just my family.

 

[sun_lover_61]

I'm with you Dr. M.

Sex may still be considered dirty by a lot of people - but not by me. And I actually miss it. Perhaps all those prudes, wowsers and bible thumpers are onto something - rant and rave about the evils of sex, and then get off some gloriously outrageous fetishistic fantasy!

Lucky buggers!

SL61

 

[English Lady]

Actually I was discussing "dirty" with someone in PM the other week, he didn't like the word dirty to be used in a sexual way, but he had this very negative connotation of it, sounded almost neat freak to me.

Where as dirty is good. I've laways like dirty, mud and grass stains we're all good to me as a child, and I fell just the same now. I like my sex to be dirty, and Dr M you do dirty very well I do believe!

Maybe you just need a break or a new inspiration to feel the Dirtiness again...

You know where my Pm box is located for inspiration

 

[McKenna]

Doc, I'm an avid reader of romance novels. Yup, those kinds where his penis is referred to as his "hardened shaft" or his "manroot" or some other such drivel (I can't explain why I'm addicted, probably the romance part.) Anyway...

I've not ready many romance novels in the past three years, mostly because I was going to school and had too much OTHER reading to do, but also because the smarmy quality of the reading was getting to me. (Maybe I was hanging out at Lit too much, becoming conditioned to sex scenes that would make the devil horny.)

Then I ran across a new author, fairly new to the scene: Karen Marie Moning. Her sex scenes (especially in her most recent books) are incredible! She actually calls a cock a cock ( ). She seems to explore sexual urges and feelings with a very direct, very hot new perspective. Definitely a romance writer for the 21st century. (edited to add: And, funnily enough, she writes historical romance!)

Maybe you are experiencing in your writing what I was experiencing in my reading: boredom. Same old sex scenes played out in the same old ways. To a certain extent I think we all become conditioned to a point from which we can never return- but I think we can also step back, try a new angle, or avoid it for a while until something fresh hits us.

Have you tried writing a real corset-ripper? Maybe make it as "soft" porn as you can. Just a thought... Or try the SRP again. Sometimes playing off of a writing partner challenges you in ways you could not challenge yourself.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I miss sex being dirty.

What was dirty about it, anyhow? I can't even remember.

Was it just the proximity of the sexual organs to the excretory ones?

Was it the shame of being seen naked in body and soul?

My stories are missing that forbidden, makes-you-blush quality. There's thrills, but there's no shock or shame om what I write now.

Where's Miss Pussy Juice when you need her?

For me, it's helped to explore things I'd never thought about using in my stories. Maybe even think about writing about things you'd never even do in real life.

There used to be a barrier in my head between dirty sex and emotional sex.
It was difficult for me to get dirty with someone I felt a lot of emotion for. I had less inhibitions with virtual strangers than someone I was in love with.

This is a kind of backwards intimacy issue I still haven't quite figured out. Writing has helped me sort it out to some degree. Right now, my biggest challenge is writing raunchy yet emotional or loving sex. I can write pure stroke or pure emotion, but combining the two is like a death sentence for my story.

I think the makes-you-blush quality depends on the situation, locations, the attitudes and experiences of your characters. There's no miracle cure. Maybe writing inexperienced or prudish characters helps, then your audience can blush right along with the character.

 

[Guest]

 

[LadyJeanne]

I miss sex being dirty.

What was dirty about it, anyhow? I can't even remember.

Was it just the proximity of the sexual organs to the excretory ones?

Was it the shame of being seen naked in body and soul?

My stories are missing that forbidden, makes-you-blush quality. There's thrills, but there's no shock or shame om what I write now.

Where's Miss Pussy Juice when you need her?

Sex was dirty when it was new to you. When you started thinking about it like your hormones wanted you to, but no one talked about it openly. It was taboo; it was mysterious; it was constantly on your mind without an outlet. It was dirty when you didn't know exactly how things went where and what you were supposed to do. It was dirty when you finally got a peek, or a good long look at something hidden and forbidden...a girl's pussy.

Once you know, you see, you understand, you explore, you act out, you experience, you do...well, it's not so mysterious and not so forbidden and definitely not so taboo.

It still feels good, though.

 

[impressive]

jaded.
desensitized.


on the rare occasion when sex is offered...it is "do you want to fool around?"

not so much. I want to fuck...I want to be an animal. I want to cause fluids to run.........salty sweat, slippery lube, thick cum...

Moans and dark commands to be uttered...vision to become tunneled...

fist full of hair.

bites to the neck and nipples.

no escape.

What he said.

 

[McKenna]

jaded.
desensitized.


on the rare occasion when sex is offered...it is "do you want to fool around?"

not so much. I want to fuck...I want to be an animal. I want to cause fluids to run.........salty sweat, slippery lube, thick cum...

Moans and dark commands to be uttered...vision to become tunneled...

fist full of hair.

bites to the neck and nipples.

no escape.

There is no emoticon appropriate to insert here. It would be something like this, if there were: <!!!!!!>

Hummina, hummina....

 

[Guest]

jaded.
desensitized.


on the rare occasion when sex is offered...it is "do you want to fool around?"

not so much. I want to fuck...I want to be an animal. I want to cause fluids to run.........salty sweat, slippery lube, thick cum...

Moans and dark commands to be uttered...vision to become tunneled...

fist full of hair.

bites to the neck and nipples.

no escape.

[lusting]

I don't want to escape.

[/lusting]

 

[Guest]

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

Ever read any Alan Watts?

According to him (circa 1950's) people tried to live their lives like they were on a stage.

The Architecture demonstrates this. Look at the typical 50's new house styles. There is a big plate glass window with the curtain drawn back like a stage. Through the window one can see the room with the most expensive furnishings, kept in the best condition, where usually the family was not allowed to go, except at very special times – like entertaining important people.

In the basement, where no one could see them, was the Family Room, where they could relax and mooch about in a ratty kimono, or an old pair of sweats.

Possibly a part of the dining room with an impressive table, candelabra, dinnerware and silver displayed when entertaining, was visible from the stage window, but the breakfast nook where the family took most meals in less than splendour was around the corner behind a wall.

The bedrooms and the bathrooms were out of sight. In standard arrangements, even the passage leading to the bedrooms and bathrooms, is out of sight.

In effect, they had built houses so that while on one hand, they had opened their homes to the casual observer as never before, they also insured that absolutely no human bodily function — eating, sleeping, or defecating — is ever hinted at to any of those observers.

The people in those houses wasted a third to a half of their home, as a seldom used stage for their neighbours, with whom they could try to maintain the fiction that they were above the unpleasant necessities of human life.

You might mention eating or sleeping, but you didn’t even TALK about sex!




I am not certain about how accurate his view was, but I have seen the houses, and he could be right.

Comments?

 

[Guest]

 

[Lisa Denton]

I miss sex being dirty.

What was dirty about it, anyhow? I can't even remember.

Was it just the proximity of the sexual organs to the excretory ones?

Was it the shame of being seen naked in body and soul?

My stories are missing that forbidden, makes-you-blush quality. There's thrills, but there's no shock or shame om what I write now.

Where's Miss Pussy Juice when you need her?

Dr. M, I like how things have changed, and also the innocence of older stuff, but you can start a story with the virginal librarian's heaving breasts as she thinks of his manhood, and then end up with her screamin for more as he rams his cock into her juicy cunt (sorry, got distracted for a sec there) and have the both together.

I was in a grocery store one night as security escorted out a couple who was trying to have sex on top of the cold cuts on the cooler aisle. Now that was dirty, also I didn't buy no cold cuts.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

. . . I was in a grocery store one night as security escorted out a couple who was trying to have sex on top of the cold cuts on the cooler aisle . . . .

If you are going to have Grocery Store sex, remember to make certain the grocery store is Safeway!

 

[Lisa Denton]

If you are going to have Grocery Store sex, remember to make certain the grocery store is Safeway!

(this bologna tastes funny)

 

[Guest]

(this bologna tastes funny)

And it made my ass all cold.

(Never have sex on the cold cuts, people.)

 

[impressive]

And it made my ass all cold.

(Never have sex on the cold cuts, people.)

Well, after they're sliced, it's tough ... but uncut salami ???

 

[lucky-E-leven]

Well, after they're sliced, it's tough ... but uncut salami ???

Just had to go there, didn't ya?

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

don't go there

COME here. now.

*sigh*

 

[Penelope Street]

Can't remember when sex was dirty? Well, I can. I was supposed to be a virgin until the wedding and maybe not even like sex even after that. What was dirty about it? How women were made to feel about completely natural desires, that's what! As a girl, I lay awake at night worrying about going to real fire-and-brimstone Hell- for petting! Hello- that dirty enough? Maybe men are nastalgic for that era because they thought they were getting something special if their date put out. Of course it's really not special until they brag about it, right? What a bunch of bullshit. I'll take today, and tomorrow, when I can enjoy a good guilt-less fuck with whomever I please; thank you very much!

Rant Over.

Take Care,
Penny

 

[Guest]

I never thought I would burn in hell for fooling around.

(Until I met Luc here in the AH.)

 

[sweetnpetite]

jaded.
desensitized.


on the rare occasion when sex is offered...it is "do you want to fool around?"

not so much. I want to fuck...I want to be an animal. I want to cause fluids to run.........salty sweat, slippery lube, thick cum...

Moans and dark commands to be uttered...vision to become tunneled...

fist full of hair.

bites to the neck and nipples.

no escape.

now that's dirty!

I like it