Never Fade to Black...

As an erotica author, this is something I write by.

Instead of that Soap Opera music fading up and the picture fading out, there's soft jazz playing in the background, the lights dim, the candles flicker, and the characters get down and dirty.

I'm not saying that this has to happen all the time. Sexual tension, passionate tension is essential to the story, in my opinion. If it's just sex 24/7 then it's pretty much porn. Now, porn has it's place, but I want my writing to be more. I want the romance. I want the butterflies to flutter. I want the reader to feel just as much tension as the hero and heroine do.

If the Soaps that my Grandmother is addicted to didn't fade to black, would she actually watch them? Would they be "day-time" Soaps? Or would they be regulated to late night cable?

What about movies? Think about some of your favorite movies. What would happen if the characters followed through with the tension. I'll be irreverent for a second (not hard to do for me). One of my all time movies is My Fair Lady. Is it just me, or could there have been a whole lot more to Liza Doolittle and Mr. Higgins. What if he used those marbles to train her to do other things than proper speech. Imagine if you will him with a riding crop, whipping her bare ass as she says, "The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain."

Another favorite, Chronicles of Riddick. Vaako and Dame Vaako going at it before he goes to kill the Lord Marshall. Vaako totally in the moment, sex overriding everything in his handsome brain, but Dame Vaako, oblivious to Vaako pounding into her, only getting off on the glory of Vaako's intended victory. What about Riddick and Kyra? Sure the last time he saw her she was a kid, but she hasn't been a child for a long time.

Imagine if you will...

Riddick pins Kyra against the prison bars. She shouldn't have tried to cut him. The heat from the planets core is intense and sweat pours off Kyra's back as he rips off her flimsy tank top. "Spread your legs," he growls. Her moan of protest does nothing but make his blood churn for her even more.

"Spread them now."

Kyra does, slowly.

He skims the back of her bare thighs with his hands.

She grunts and stuggles to get away from his touch.

"Don't move." Riddick spreads her arms above her head to match the stance of her legs. He wraps her hands around the bars. "Hold on." With a rush of strength he rips her cotton skirt in half, letting the fabric fall to the floor, revealing her lush ass and generous curves. He unlatches his pants, releasing his hardened cock. He slides his shaft back and forth over her dripping pussy.

"Please," Kyra whispers.

Okay, no fade here, lights out because I want to talk a little bit more about this. But I think you get my drift.

Now, what about books? Imagine the classics if the characters had been allowed to follow through with their feelings, their wants. Jane Eyre? Pride and Prejudice? Ulysses? What about Treasure Island? Robinson Crusoe? Those two could have been the beginning of gay literature.

So think about it? What movie, what TV show, what book, would you have keep the lights on?

One lucky blogger will get a copy of my first book, A Faerie Tale Anthology, with Tiffany Aaron, Jodi Lynn Copeland, and Rae Monet. We've even left the lights on for ya.