Smutiversity began as a joke between me and my betas, and before we knew it we had a collaboration crackfic going. It's about how to try to not suck at writing lemons in fiction (and by suck, I mean in the bad way. And by bad, I mean the not so good bad. Errr... You know what I mean), because as you know, there are some really bad ones out there.
Here's an excerpt from the story - in which our heroines has written the same lemon, using two different ways of writing when it comes to the actual sex. I'll let y'all guess if this is the good lemon or the bad one...
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"I need to boink you so badly, and I've waited too long for this."
His voice was hungry for some humpery, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to dance the mattress jig with him. I tongue wrestled him and moaned into his mouth.
"Edward, hit me with your love stick now, on this bed. Please..."
He pushed me down on he bed, growled at me to turn over, as he ripped off my panties.
"God, you have a nice piece of luggage."
I heard the sound of a zipper, and felt his hand grab my love handles, guiding his longhorn into me. He let out a sigh of relief as he slowly pushed Captain One-Eye deep inside my hoo-haa. I've dreamt of that hot beef injection for so long, missed his touch so much, and feeling his schlong slowly move inside of me was excruciating pleasure. I wanted more, faster and deeper, and I started to move my booty, meeting his every thrust, urging him on. He reached round to touch me, and panted as he started finger-fucking my swollen joy-buzzer.
"I won't last long, baby..."
His skilled fingers and the words he moaned was all I needed to finally reach the big O. I felt the blast-off ripple through me, making my skin chimney milk him. He growled as he fell right after, shooting his love custard deep into my sausage wallet."
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