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Sunday, September 2, 2012

Is There a Difference between Erotica and Smut?


Greetings folks!

This is Author Sharita Lira here with a post about erotica and smut. Is there a difference? You might say no. Stories that involve a lot of sex, regardless if they have a storyline or not is all smut.

*shakes head*

Not true at all. In fact, a lot of erotica books on the market have less sex than they did only a few years ago. No longer are publishers interested in the kind of “stroker” stories we used to write. They want tension, passion, a hot plot, AND hot sex.

But isn’t anything with hot sex considered smut or porn? Nope. A lot of the stories written have a beginning where hero means beta hero/heroine, they go through the struggles to get together, against all odds, fighting and clawing at each other all the while, making hot and sweet love with candles around the room, satin sheets, and a cool breeze blowing through the window.

Nowadays, readers demand more too. They want to see, taste, and feel the tension between the two characters throughout the book. They like being teased and led to believe their hot couple, regardless of the traditional or the “alternative”, will have some sort of barrier between them before they slide between the sheets. If you don’t have that, then your book might not sell as well. *scratches head* It’s odd, but that’s the formula for some of the best selling books regardless of genre.

So back to my question, is there a big difference? Yep, there is. Stories with complete plots and hot sex, sell better than the get me off porn.

So, Sharita, why do we affectionately call our stories smutty? Well, we like the term. It makes us giggle. Still, authors put a lot of work into their craft. It's time the world started respecting us real authors and not just writers who create a string of sex scenes.

What do you guys think? Share your thoughts!



My bad girl muse, BL's latest is a hetero book. Losing My Inhibitions.




Blurb

Officer Vanessa Daniels is fast approaching her 35th birthday which also happens to be on Valentine's day. She seeks a specific kind of man to be her lover and likes being the one in the driver's seat.
Jayson Freed is a bartender by day and a writer by night. He's looking to find the right woman to help fulfill some of his inner most fantasies. The two meet on an internet dating site and immediately start talking. Will the connection work? Will Jayson turn out to be just what this hard nose girl needs?


Hot Excerpt

After a long and hard shift, I drove from the station to Jayson’s apartment to meet him as we had discussed. He let me know he couldn’t wait to see me and of course I felt the same. The man already had me addicted to him in every way. His walk, his sexy talk, that gorgeous body, and wicked smile. Wow, what luck to find such a gem on LoveMatch.com where my bff said I’d never meet anyone worth dating. Well, I did, and he’s more than I could’ve wished for. Too bad we didn’t meet sooner. I’m almost positive we would’ve been married by now.
As always the streets were lined with cars on both sides. Lincoln Park, one of the highest traffic areas in the city never had any parking for vehicles that didn’t have the neighborhood sticker. Jayson’s building had driveway though and he allowed me to park there while his Benz sat on the street. What a gentleman.
When I made my way to the door, my man stood there waiting on me, only dressed in a robe with a visible tent poking from under the confines of that housecoat. He smiled sweetly before yanking me in, kissing my lips hard and fast. His quick move sent electric shocks to my nipples and my pussy. Instantly, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it, invoking a moan from my lover.
“Well hello, beautiful.” Jayson picked me up off my feet and began to carry me up the small flight of stairs.
“Hiya gorgeous. I missed you.”
“Oh and I missed you too, lovely,” he grinned as we went inside his place.
I could feel his erection on my thigh. It made my clit pulsate. The smells of that freshly washed hair and good smelling cologne intoxicated me. “You just took a shower I presume.”
“Yeah, I just got home. They needed me after all since someone called in sick. Besides that, I wanted to get ready for you, babe.” We made it to his lair and he closed the door behind him. Scented vanilla candles lit up the room giving it a romantic ambience. Soft music played in the background added to the mood and his bed was draped in black satin sheets. Wow, what a sexy sight this is. I could get used to this.
“I know I’m more than ready for you. I couldn’t wait to get back here.” I watched him take off my shoes with my socks and lick the undersides of my feet. He sucked my toes one by one while meeting my gaze.
“Good. Are you exhausted or can we play a little before sleeping?” Jayson made a trail on from my ankle to the inside of my thigh after removing my denims from my waist.
“Oh no, I’m not tired at all. What did you have in mind, babe?” I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear him speak it to me.
A wicked smile formed through a curl of those luscious lips. He winked and got up to walk to his dresser. What could he be getting? Some handcuffs since we’d talked about that. Binds? In seconds he turned back around holding a small bottle of lube and a strap on with a harness attached. My eyes widened and I felt my heart beat speed up. Am I dreaming? Is this man really about to ask me…
“Vanessa, I’d like you to do me tonight, babe. Only one other person has strapped me before; my ex. I don’t usually pull it out unless I really care about the lady I’m seeing and since I feel so much for you even in the short time we’ve been together, I’d like you to do the honors. Please, take me Van.”
Oh God.
“Jayson, how did you know? I never told you what I wanted.”
“Oh but I recall when we had the conversation about how I liked to be with men on occasion. You agreed that it added spice and that told me, you just might like to do this.”
God what a perfect man you gave me, one I could control from time to time and hopefully love the rest of my days.
I only nodded and stood up, pulling my shirt over my head. While he placed the belt around my waist, I removed my bra and watched my man, my Jayson, get the plastic cock ready to invade his sweet hole. He grabbed the lube from the side table drawer and squeezed some of the slick substance on his hands. While he stroked my phallus, I wrapped my hand around his neck and yanked him in for a rough kiss. Jayson’s mouth tasted like coffee and mint gum. The moment our mouths connected I felt the surge of energy flow through my body, from the tip of my nipples on to the space between my thighs. My breath caught in my chest and the goose pimples popped on my skin. Excitement ran through me, just thinking about what was to happen. Finally I’d get the chance to pierce a man I cared about. I couldn’t wait to probe his tight orifice. This is the only occasion I wished I wasn’t a woman.
Jayson stopped our embrace and slipped his robe from his shoulders. The moment he revealed that lovely body again, I could do nothing but stare. “I can tell how excited you are, baby.” He spread his legs and applied some lube between his thighs.
Aroused, I watched him do this and jerked myself as if it were real. If I had a camera this would be the hottest video out there. I’m observing my man, the great erotica author, Jayson Freed, massaging his own cock to prep for my sweet invasion. “Mmmph…” I bit my lip and teased my own nipple with my fingertip. “Are you ready for me?”
“I am, babe.” His voice sounded raspy, almost as if he begged for it. That tone added to my arousal.
Once he finished, I leaned over him and teased his hole with the head of my cock. While he continued to stroke himself, I pressed into him and gasped as the harness hit my clit. I moved slowly so I wouldn’t hurt him even though I’m sure this was pretty uncomfortable.
Jayson whimpered and closed his eyes tightly. I covered my lips with his again and pulled out. “You sure you want this?”
“Yes, Vanessa. Once I get used to it, I know it will be amazing. Don’t stop!”
Again, I kissed his lips and pushed inside of him. This time a little more. Too bad it weren’t my actual flesh touching his. Still, the pressure against my moist sex made my clit tingle. I penetrated him some more and I sensed him loosening down below.
“Uhh...hmph. I feel you, babe. More…”
Ooh I loved the sound of begging. I retreated again before pushing into him once more, this time, going in all the way. I gripped the sheets on the bed as I began to ride his ass and build a rhythm. I still worked slowly since I was such a novice. The moisture flooded my inner thighs and while I continued my thrusts I nibbled on the side of his neck. The smells of our lovemaking and his cologne flooded my brain. Damn, I’m in lust, so close to falling in love.
“Oh God, Vanessa, I’m coming.” He held onto my back and met me move for move.
I reached between us and began to stroke him. Within seconds, spurts of hot liquid squirted on him and me. I rubbed it into his skin as he writhed uncontrollably. What a sight to behold. My hot man having an orgasm while I fucked him with a strap on. I’d long dreamed of this moment and now that I had the ultimate man to share it with. I could go on with life a very happy woman.

9 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

IMO, smut is in the eye of the beholder. Some readers might think writing about more than a kiss is going too far. That's fine. They should stick with what they like. For me, I want the erotic passion between the hero/heroine. Always have. I think we're way too uptight about sex in this country and some people's fear of the female form and a female's right to be sensual, passionate, to go for it with the guy (or guys) she wants. As long as it's consensual, they're both of legal age and it's to deliver pleasure, then I say - right on. :)

Loved your excerpt!

Tim Smith said...

I agree. Plot, character and tension need to be part of the mix. I also like to add humor.

I think people who dismiss erotic romance as smut need to adjust their watch - it's a decade too slow.

Great post and excerpt!

Stormie Kent said...

Great post Sharita Lira. I agree with Tina and Tim. A great read is a great read. Just explore and find what you like.

Fiona McGier said...

There's an old saying: Pornography is whatever got the judge hot. So what we write might be considered porn by people who prefer closed doors or the waves crashing on the beach, as they imagine what might be going on. Me, I want to know how it happened and how long it went on! And who got off first, etc etc.

And it's not just an age thing. My Mom used to drop-kick books across the room when they only hinted at sex...she wanted details! She invested herself in the books she enjoyed and wanted what she called "the pay-off"!

My kids refer to Mom's porn, but they laugh when they say it. I write what I like to read. I want a well-developed plot, interesting characters, some reason/barrier to them being together, and yet together they fight and win against whatever/whomever is keeping them apart. If there's hot sex along the way, so much the better!

Fiona McGier said...

And I think the term "smut" is meant to make us laugh. It means the woman is in on the joke, where-as in porn the woman usually is the butt of the joke. (Pun intended.)

S.Lira said...

Thanks Tina! I agree. Whatever floats readers but but we as authors have control over our books and know the difference between the two!

S.Lira said...

@Tim thanks so much!

I love humor as well!

S.Lira said...

@Stormie

Thanks so much for the comment!

S.Lira said...

@Fiona

Agreed! I hate that term Mom porn. I only started hearing it when the FSoG series started.

:/