Erotic Romance, Now With 50% More Oral Sex
I like a lot of blowjobs in my erotic romance. Oh! That was a bit abrupt, I suppose. Especially if you were expecting me to ease you in. Lick around the edges first. Wait.
Let’s start over. Okay, who doesn’t like a nice, slippery blowjob in their erotica? We all do, really. *nods*
But I want even more! Sometimes even in a dirty-dirty book, there’s barely any. Oh, there’s a goodly amount of sex. There’s even a reasonable amount of man-on-woman oral. But blowjobs? We’re talking one per book.
Mmm, that’s just not going to cut it.
I understand why. After all, most of this stuff is written for women, and our fantasy is to have a guy worship us, to have a guy go down on us and expect nothing in return, right? Mmm, maybe. Sometimes, even. But I don’t think it’s the magical universal fantasy for women.
We like to give pleasure too! Plus, it’s a power trip, one that can go both ways. Sometimes it’s even a pride thing. Do you want to be a woman who swallows?
But for me, there is another reason why I like to see more blowjobs: it lends realism, especially in relationships with D/s tones and a male Dom. Let’s face it: guys like blowjobs. Whether they are Doms or subs or vanilla, they get a kick out of them. So if you’re telling me that super raunchy sex is happening and that the guy has power but he’s NOT using it to get a blowjob, I’m going to wonder what is up. There may be a good reason for it, of course, or it may be that we’re catering to a fallacy of female innocence that doesn’t really apply.
But then, not every woman does like them. I think of blowjobs as an acquired taste, like wine or laundry. At least, I’m hoping that’s true about laundry though it still hasn’t happened yet. There are probably women out there who loved them on the first go rounds, and good for them. And really good for their boyfriends ;-)
But for many of us, it’s something that was awkward, at best, then utilitarian. Then there’s this magic swing into really effing arousing. The taste, the smell, the feel. Just the thought of a blowjob is enough to get me going.
One of the things I like about reading M/M erotica is that there’s likely to be lots more blowjobs, possibly one per sex scene. However, M/F is my first and primary passion, and those straight guys deserve more cock worship, if you ask me.
So, when I set out to write my very own erotic romance, when I began a sex scene in the very first chapter, what did I do? If you answered “include a blowjob” then, sadly, you’d be wrong. If it’s any consolation, my heroine Allie was just as surprised as I was. Here she is with Colin, a man who’s only supposed to be a random hookup:
He let me push him fully onto his back. I climbed over him and teased him into an open-mouthed kiss, ran my hands down his chest. I wanted to give him something, and this was all I had to give.
I’d thought that maybe he wanted to be submissive to me, from his gentleness, the way he had worshiped me during oral sex, and the way he was pliant when I pushed him over. It wasn’t a role I’d have thought I’d like, but I found myself willing to go there for him. I already knew that I’d go down on him. I was looking forward to blowing his mind, along with his cock.
But as I started trailing my kisses downward, my intention clear, he stopped me and shook his head slightly. I’d never had a man turn down a blowjob before. I’d never heard of it happening, not during sex, not when it was free. It flustered me, the way he could do anything to me, but he chose to make me feel good.
Allie is all about pleasing a man… for the night. But Colin wants more than that, and he’s willing to wait to get it. Luckily for him (and you, dear readers) he doesn’t have to wait too long at all! After all, such chivalry must be rewarded, but I’ll let you read the book for that tasty bit.
Despite the upside-down start, Giving It Up definitely delivers on the blowjob angle, again and again. And I think, again and again? Colin’s a good hero and all good heroes deserve a little (cock) worship.
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Giving It Up by Amber Lin
Allie prowls the club for a man who will use her hard and then ditch her. Hey, it's not rape if she wants it. Instead she finds Colin, who looks tough but treats her tenderly, despite her protests.
He tempts her, but kindness and a few mindblowing orgasms aren't enough to put her back together again. Allie has no hope for a real relationship. Two years ago her best friend betrayed her in the worst possible way – she’d be stupid to trust a man again. Besides, she has her daughter to think of, the only good thing to have come from that dark night.
But when her rapist returns, threatening her sanity and custody of her daughter, Allie turns to Colin. Under his protection and patient touch, Allie begins to heal and learns to hope. Colin’s no saint, though, and his criminal past draws danger of its own. Allie must fight to protect her child and the man she loves, hoping her newfound power will be enough to save them all.
"A ballsy departure from romantic conventions. At once gritty and tender, stark and hopeful."
—Cara McKenna, author of Willing Victim
"Giving It Up is an erotic, compelling story that takes us to the shadowy, lonely places but doesn't leave us there. Amber Lin shows us that romance isn't just for the rich and shiny. Love can find its way even into the dark corners of the most damaged hearts."
—Tiffany Reisz, author of The Siren
We stripped at the same time, both eager. I wanted to see his body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the room. Then he kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to wonder. The cheap bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands stroked over my breasts and then played gently with my nipples.
My body responded, turning liquid, but something was wrong.
I’d had this problem before. Not everyone wanted to play rough, but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles were hard, the pads of his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could touch me so softly. Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why didn’t he?
I wanted him to have his nasty way with me, but every sweet caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do whatever he wanted with me, but not this.
“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.”
Instead his hands gentled. The one that had been holding my breast traced the curve around and under.
I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?”
He reached down, still breathing heavily, and pressed a finger lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the moisture. I gasped, rocking my hips to follow his finger.
“You like this,” he said.
Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused but too aware. I needed the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.”
Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the ferocity of his expression.
In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my stomach. I lost my breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid under my body between my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told, though, and ground against me, using my hair as a handle.
That small pain on my scalp was perfection, sharp and sweet. Numbness spread through me, as did relief.
The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but that was okay. I was only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from behind.
I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay that way all night.
At least that’s what usually happened.
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