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Emotions – Can You Feel It?

Many writers struggle with putting emotions and sensation into their writing. Like those, I struggle with it.  (This is a work safe topic too even in the pieces I show.)

I didn’t know what I was doing wrong until I did a little test of my own. I was writing and posting in the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) and learning more each time. They have a thing called Flash Fiction Sunday. It is limited to 200 words, but you have to craft a mini-story with those words. So, I did but didn’t realize people would get so upset with what I wrote that Sunday.

People called me out on the three flashers because they all believed the sensations and emotions came from two people. These were clearly fetish pieces to me. This lead me to realize that I was emoting in my writing more than I had previously thought. I hadn’t know I had broken any rules because to me these were actual pieces of erotica.

Below are the three flashers that caused the crazy uproar for your enjoyment. See if you think they emote?

Her Blue Lover

His New Girlfriend

Kane’s Lover

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Her Blue Lover

Her Blue Lover

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)

Copyright © 7/3/2012  All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

The wind whipped through their hair.  His power and grace between her parted thighs.  The gentleness of his approach and forcefulness of his muscular build made her heart race as his body thrust upward.

“Am I moving too fast?”

She sighed wondering if he heard it.  The sensation of her body riding him, the subtle movement of his muscles beneath her was causing a new excitement in her.  She pushed up from him and observed his notice.  “No, continue.”

He moved in rhythm, making her experience the rush of sensual pleasure as his body slowly raised, thrusting into her.  Leaning forward on him, she felt his soft, cool skin, could hear his powerful heart beating as he moved.  His scent was pleasant, smelling like that after a thunderstorm.  Diving now, she heard the wind rushing in her ears as blood rushed to every deepest part of her.  She screamed, her body tightened around him, set free in sensual pleasure.

He felt her grip lighten around his neck as he softly lowered to the surface.  “Did I do well?”

She moved slowly from the saddle, stroking his bright blue scales in love.  “Yes, dragon, my first ride was an experience.”

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His New Girl Friend

His New Girlfriend

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)

Copyright © 7/3/2012  All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

He looked at her again.  She was sleek; the graceful curves of her body were perfect.  The soft, smoothness of her skin and the way the light cast her in shadow, these were her wonders to behold.  Her eyes stared back at him, bright green in the dimness, as his hands gripped her body, his finger lighting on her most sensitive spot.  Pushing it into her was like heaven to his senses.  The experience of her weight in his gentle hands as he lightly touched her to make her go off in her type of orgasm.  Her pushing back against him, arching her body was exciting to his senses.  It was more than sexual; it was spiritual as he heard her cry out for the first time.  The heat from her embracing him with her scent caused his mind to race in erotic pleasure.  Her body quieted in his grasp once more.

A hand placed lightly on his shoulder broke his concentration.  He gently placed her down breaking his link with it.

“Well, is she the one?”

“Oh, yes.  This pistol is perfect for me.  This is definitely my new girlfriend.”

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Kane’s Lover

Kane’s Lover

By Damian Bloodstone (damianbloodstone@gmail.com)

Copyright © 6/7/2012  All Rights Reserved.  This cannot be copied in whole or in part without the author’s sole express permission.

Kane looked at her shape, her fine curves and lightweight, strong body.  Sleek and professional in her dress but as deadly as any woman.  She was just right for his hands to grip and caress.  Her proportions were perfect to his.  Her bright skin shined in the sun as her long slender length showed her flexibility.  The gold she wore at her throat, accented her beauty and grace.  The warmth of her against him and the smoothness of her excited him.  Her hard touch was as if a warrior’s muscles tensed and flexed.  Moving, she sang in the air around her, gliding and dancing with a love all her own.  She was a reflection of him and yet always his first and true love.  He had passed by many another for her feel beside him.  She had always come forward to protect him in times of need, never berating or belittling him over his needs.  Kissing her lightly on his mark that she bore so willingly and with such honor, he sheathed her in leather armor to protect her oiled skin and sharp tongue.

He could give her up for no other.  His love’s soul forever trapped by a sorcerer in this sword he carried.

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