Smut-writing rant
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resonantToday's topic is weed phrases.
You know the ones I mean. "Kissed him senseless." "Felt more than heard."
You don't actually put them there on purpose. You go over and over your story trying to get rid of them. And somehow every time you turn around, there are more of them.
I'm not trying to pick on anybody tonight. My stories are riddled with these things. Everybody's stories are riddled with these things.
Such as ...
planes and angles
touches a spot that makes him see stars (the standard description of the effect of the prostate gland. Guys? Any literal truth in this?)
over the edge
kissing each bit of skin revealed
dusting of hair
once, twice
sharp intake of breath
stray lock of hair
took his mouth
one fluid move
nearly jumped out of his skin
fire crackling [merrily]
sensual assault
every inch of skin
the juncture of neck and shoulder
reversing their positions
aching cock
achingly hard
a harsh, shuddering breath
completely buried inside him
his neglected erection
that talented mouth
"Want more. Want you."
the moment their lips touched, he was lost
pour every ounce of [name emotion here] into the kiss
completely debauched
closed the distance between them
pleasure exploded
balls deep
fingers were removed and replaced by something much harder and hotter
sped his strokes
You know the ones I mean. "Kissed him senseless." "Felt more than heard."
You don't actually put them there on purpose. You go over and over your story trying to get rid of them. And somehow every time you turn around, there are more of them.
I'm not trying to pick on anybody tonight. My stories are riddled with these things. Everybody's stories are riddled with these things.
Such as ...
planes and angles
touches a spot that makes him see stars (the standard description of the effect of the prostate gland. Guys? Any literal truth in this?)
over the edge
kissing each bit of skin revealed
dusting of hair
once, twice
sharp intake of breath
stray lock of hair
took his mouth
one fluid move
nearly jumped out of his skin
fire crackling [merrily]
sensual assault
every inch of skin
the juncture of neck and shoulder
reversing their positions
aching cock
achingly hard
a harsh, shuddering breath
completely buried inside him
his neglected erection
that talented mouth
"Want more. Want you."
the moment their lips touched, he was lost
pour every ounce of [name emotion here] into the kiss
completely debauched
closed the distance between them
pleasure exploded
balls deep
fingers were removed and replaced by something much harder and hotter
sped his strokes
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Date: 7/22/04 12:48 pm (UTC)70's, eh? Which century? Here's some very early slash poetry:
Sighing,and sitting sadly by my love,
He asked the cause of my heart's sorrowing,
Conjuring me by heaven's eternal King
to tell the cause which me so much did move.
Compelled (quoth I), to thee will I confess,
Love is the cause, and only love it is
That doth deprive me of my heavenly bliss
Love is the pain that doth my heart oppress
And what is she (quothe he) whom thou dost love?
Look in this glass (quoth I), there shalt thou see
The perfect form of my felicity
When, thinking that it would strange magic prove
He opened it, and taking off the cover,
He straight perceived himself to be my lover.
This little ditty was composed by Richard Barnfield in a work published in 1595. I think it takes more than a quick roll in the hay to be a "lover," but obviously Richard, that gay dog, thought it could happen even before the act!
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Date: 7/22/04 02:12 pm (UTC)but obviously Richard, that gay dog, thought it could happen even before the act!
Gay dog indeed. :D I was thinking 1970s...but you've proved that men can be as egotistical in any century. *g*
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Date: 7/22/04 02:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 7/22/04 03:05 pm (UTC)About "lover": if my knowledge of language history and semantic change serves me right, Dick was on safe ground using the word in this context in the meaning of "sweetheart" :o)