From page 103 -
Hours later, Gregory could not remember how they got to the
big iron bed in the front room. Pushed as it was underneath the window, it
exposed them to the full brunt of the fireworks’ noise, but by that stage he
was totally oblivious to the bangs. Or was he? Forever after, Gregory thought,
as he stood at the door in the corridor, the festive explosion of fireworks would
arouse in him the quick erotic sensation he felt that evening.
They had tumbled fully clothed onto the made bed, kissing deeply.
By the same lapse of time and memory, how they got out of their clothes and under
the sheets was lost now. He might remember one day, after this first
rush of excitement cooled. He remembered only the sensation of her warm tense
body against his and the way her hands fluttered over his skin. She was at once
compliant and explorative, bringing new feelings to his body. It was not
surprising, as it was some time since he had been with a woman. What was revelatory
to him that night, even before their lovemaking ended and Patricia drifted off to
sleep, was the awareness of involvement, the tender certainty of relating to her
in more than just a superficial or physical way.
In spite of efforts to chase the thought away, Gregory
remained entranced. ‘Come on, man – this is not the first and only casual
encounter you’ve had.’ He mumbled to himself as he dusted a hand past his face,
as if to dispel any entrapping tendrils she may have woven around him. But he
knew it was not a casual feeling.
He watched her sleeping form from where he stood at the door
and felt again the passion, the wild desire he experienced and satisfied so
completely. He felt again her breasts, the soft skin stretched over her hip bones
under his hands, the straight series of knobs her spine made down her back. He re-experienced
the flush of excitement as he recalled the quick movement of her body against
his, the urgency she neither imitated nor faked. And her soft hoarse voice.
He longed to wake her, to lie again beside her and hold her
as before in his arms, but he slid softly under the sheets on the side of the bed
furthest from the window and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, which was
becoming gradually lighter. He realised he had not noticed when the fireworks
stopped.
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If you are an author, we can discuss the difficulty - or otherwise - of using sensual or erotic passages in fiction.
If you are a reader, tell me whether the latest trend toward explicit intimacy in fiction is to your liking or not.
I certainly don't like it to be too explicit, simply because for me it is best left to the imagination. I like to know if they made love, certainly, as that's usually pretty important to the story, but if it doesn't reveal anything new or important about the characters, then I can't see that it's all that necessary. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI agree with BWHEATHER; sometimes explicit feels like gratuitous, as if an editor or agent said, "On page 35 you need to add a sex scene." I have blogged about this issue and think that writing about sex, death, love, is a function of both the story and the personality behind the page. Very complicated at times.
ReplyDeleteRosanne, I've answered similarly to those above on the Goodreads site.
ReplyDeleteNice excerpt. You told it well without giving too much detail. I like some things left to the imagination. And it still had passion. This kind of scene is not always easy for writers. Good luck with your new book and your writing!
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