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Sexy Short Story: Uncut

Here Is The Scientific Reason Men Stick Their Hands Down Their Pants

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after re-reading an old article I wrote about porn stars discussing whether circumcision makes a difference during sex. Now, I’m not trying to make a statement about circumcision or anything like that. This is just a fun sexy story I wrote that was inspired by the topic. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!


“I don’t get it. Why is circumcision such a big deal for men? Does it really make that much of a difference?”

Those oblivious words came directly from the mouth of Dinah Rossler. Less than a week ago, the topic of men and circumcision came up during a conversation with her long-time girlfriend and current roommate, Kayleen. It wasn’t a typical topic that they often discussed. It only became relevant after she’d learned that her boyfriend, Troy Lane, was not circumcised.

“It’s just a piece of skin,” Kayleen had said. “I know guys make a big deal about their dicks, but it doesn’t seem to stop them. All the guys I’ve been with can still fuck…some better than others.”

She’d said that jokingly and Dinah laughed at it, but she remained both curious and concerned. Even though she’d been sexually active since high school, she didn’t consider herself an expert in male anatomy. She worked for a marketing firm and had barely passed her biology classes. She knew what circumcision was, but she never had a reason to think about it.

It was an unexpected and jarring revelation. She and Troy had only been dating for a few weeks. Having met through mutual friends, their relationship quickly blossomed. They had gone out a couple times and Dinah felt some powerful chemistry with him. He was so energetic, handsome, and sweet. He had the charm of an older man and the physique of a college athlete. Dinah quickly decided that Troy was going to be her lover.

They’d already kissed a few times and copped a few feels. However, they had not had sex. Troy only mentioned that he was uncircumcised a while back when she began sharing details of her dating history, which included only a couple serious relationships and a handful of one-night stands. All the men she’d been with were circumcised. All the men that Kayleen had been with were circumcised, as well. That was about to change.

“So you’re really going to do it? I say go for it, girl!” Kaylee had said upon sharing her plans. “You haven’t been laid in a year. You’re due for a good dose of man meat. Just be mindful of that uncut dick of his!”

Again, her friend had said that jokingly. Again, Dinah laughed at it. Since then, she found herself feeling genuinely anxious. Was there really a difference between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis? Would sex with Troy feel any different?

She’d tried looking up information online. Unfortunately, most of what she found involved porn and medical mishaps. Near as Dinah could tell, circumcision was a common practice that became prevalent for strange reasons. It was seen as such a normal thing, but nobody made much of it. Were it not for Troy, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

Now, she couldn’t avoid it. She and Troy had already made plans. She’d invited him to spend the night at her apartment while Kayleen was out of town. She didn’t tell him outright that she wanted to have sex with him, but she’d made it obvious, going so far as to say that she walked around naked while her roommate was gone.

Troy got the message. He even arrived early that evening, complete with flowers and those faded jeans that he didn’t mind getting dirty. She matched his less-than-formal style, wearing only a tank-top and shorts.

“Hello, Dinah. You look stunning,” Troy greeted when she answered the door.

“These clothes are dirty and, by far, the cheapest in my wardrobe,” she pointed out with a half-grin.

“I stand by my previous statement,” he said curtly before presenting her with the flowers.

He wasn’t making it easy for her. Between the flowers and that rugged, manly look of his, he was already making her wet. She fought the urge to just jump his bone as soon as he closed the door behind her. Dinah managed to restrain herself, if only to give herself extra time to prepare.

They ended up skipping most of the formalities. She’d ordered take-out, which they ate at the kitchen table. They made small talk, but Dinah noticed Troy admiring her legs a couple of times. She even eyed his pelvis. She was very horny, having endured a year of lonely nights with her vibrator. He was clearly horny too, having seen that glint in the eyes of many men.

Dinah had always been very sexual, by nature. She’d never had a problem being naked, acting sexy, or indulging in some lurid fun. She came from a family that had always been open about sex, but none of that openness ever extended to circumcision. That was about to change.

“Are you ready for this, Dinah?” he asked her upon setting aside his meal.

“If by ready, you mean a personal tour of my room?” Dinah teased.

“Among other intimate areas,” Troy quipped.

“Well, we do have the place to ourselves and I did promise our first sleepover would be special.”

“I remember,” he said. “You even said it in that same, sexy tone.”

“And I am a woman who keeps her promises, last I checked. So…”

Dinah let her words trail off, allowing Troy to fill in any of the lurid details. Before his mind could entertain too many dirty thoughts, she scooted closer to him and pulled him into an intimate kiss. She also threw in plenty of tongue, sending a clear message.

They were going to take their relationship to the next level.

They were going to have sex tonight.

“Follow me,” she whispered in between the heated kissing.

Taking his hand in hers, Dinah rose up with him from the kitchen table and led her across the mid-sized apartment to her bedroom. They kissed and groped one another every step of the way, so much so they stumbled a few times, leading to some playful laughter. That worked to her advantage because it hid the nervousness surrounding her first uncircumcised penis.

Upon making it to her bedroom, Troy once again proved he was a gentleman, lifting her up in his powerful arms and carrying her to her queen-sized bed. After setting her down, he took off his black T-shirt and slipped out of his faded jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. It was quite a sight, those bulging abs and manly muscles glowing in the evening twilight.

“Ooh, Troy! I don’t remember this being part of the tour,” Dinah said as she took in his half-naked appearance.

“Want me to put my pants back on?” he offered.

“Hell no!”

Like a giddy teenager on prom night, she embraced him again and invited him to join her in bed. He gladly accepted, kissing her passionately and feeling up her feminine curves, reaching up her tank top at one point.

For a while, they just made out as they’d done a few times before. Unlike before, Dinah didn’t mind her clothes getting disheveled. She didn’t intend to keep them on for much longer. Troy had already become adept in knowing how she liked to be kissed and touched. It wasn’t long before he got her blood flowing in all the right directions. At that point, her clothes became too much a burden.

“I think…I’m overdressed,” Dinah told him in between their fervent kissing.

“Want me to help with that?” Troy offered, as though it were the most mannerly thing he could offer.

“Please,” she replied.

He gladly obliged, relieving her of her tank top, which had become hopelessly wrinkled. He did the same with her shorts, elevating her hips and sliding them off her shapely legs. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties.

“What a beautiful sight,” Troy said, smiling at the sight of her naked body.

“Well, I did say the tour would be personal,” she teased with a deep, seductive voice.

He didn’t need much tempting. He eagerly explored her body, kissing down her neck, fondling her breasts, and squeezing her hips with the utmost care. It evoked sharp gasps that helped intensify her arousal, sending Dinah deeper into a daze of lust. She hoped it would make the next part of their sex easier.

While she would’ve preferred to bide her time in that state, Troy’s skilled foreplay stepped up her timetables. As he buried his face between her breasts, he slipped his hand between her thighs and fondled her pussy. A sharp surge of hot sensations followed, filling the room with more sensual gasps.

“Ooh Troy!” Dinah moaned. “Your hand…so skilled.”

Already, Troy set the bar high, in terms of knowing his way around his lover’s body. He showed much more tact and care than most men she’d been with. He seemed to understand how female genitalia worked, a feat few men could boast with a straight face. The way he fingered, fondled, and caressed her most intimate areas was so thorough. He almost brought her to orgasm.

At that point, Dinah came to an important realization. She couldn’t keep stalling. Troy just showed that he was unafraid and well-versed in the features of the female body. It was only fair that she show a similar willingness for the male body, even if it meant venturing into uncharted territory.

“Troy…I’m so hot for you,” she said, already breathless.

“I can tell,” Troy replied curtly.

“You’re also overdressed. I can help with that too!”

If she harbored any reservations about seeing an uncircumcised penis before, they were long gone by now. Troy had rendered her so hot, horny, and impassioned that she didn’t dare hesitate. Dinah wanted him that bad.

Following her escalating desires, she drew him into a strong embrace and shifted their bodies so that she was now the one on top. Troy offered no resistance. He even used it as an opportunity to fondle her butt and admire her nude form under the twilight beaming in from the windows. He clearly wanted her too. The bulge in his underwear made that abundantly clear.

“Guess it’s time,” Dinah said under her breath.

Like she’d done with her previous lovers, she channeled her sensual side, kissing down his unshaven face and trailing her lips down the masculine contours of his upper body. His light gasps of approval helped guide her.

“Your lips…so soft,” Troy said, already short of breath.

His heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat conveyed plenty of desire. Under any other circumstance, Dinah would’ve torn off his underwear and jumped on his cock. She opted to take it slow, gradually working her way down his abdomen and waist. Finally, she reached his boxers and the large bulge it contained. There was no more delaying it.

“Let’s give your little friend some fresh air,” Dinah said seductively.

Troy eagerly elevated his hips so that she could get them off. In doing so, she got her first up-close look at an uncircumcised penis.

She tried not to react too strongly. The last thing she wanted to do was kill the mood. There was still no getting around it. She’d never seen or touched an uncut penis. It was almost like the first time she got intimate with a man, having to learn the workings of the opposite sex.

It helped that Troy was both aroused and well-endowed. Dinah had seen enough male genitalia to know when a man was above average in that respect. It wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen, but it was big enough to keep the sexual energy flowing.

“Troy…so big,” Dinah said, maintaining her seductive tone.

“Go on,” Troy said, “have a taste.”

She usually didn’t need much prompting to enjoy an inviting hunk of manly flesh. She still took her time, lightly grasping his erect member with both hands and stroking it lightly. Almost immediately, she noticed a difference.

“Mmm…this is unique,” she said to herself.

It was a lot easier. The presence of the foreskin helped with her intimate touching, acting as a natural sleeve for her to keep the blood flowing. It was almost as if that bit of skin was supposed to be there. More content gasps from Troy only affirmed that.

Then, she gave the tip a soft lick. That was when she noticed another important difference. It was more sensitive and moist, so much so that the touch of her tongue made it tense with more arousal. At first, she thought she’d been too direct. A moan of approval from Troy reassured her.

“Ooh yeah! That’s it! That feels so good!” he told her.

Intrigued, and now genuinely curious, Dinah proceeded to give him oral sex. With her soft lips, she suckled on his member while steadily stroking him off. Once the novelty of him being uncircumcised wore off, she quickly settled into her usual lustful state. However, more differences emerged, along with unexpected and welcome benefits.

“Mmm…nice and through. I love it!” Troy moaned, running his fingers through her hair as she sucked him.

As good as she was as blowjobs, Dinah knew she wasn’t that good. With her previous lovers, all of them being circumcised, she often had to suck harder to get such a strong reaction. She didn’t have to do nearly as much with Troy. Between the gliding action of his foreskin and the extra sensitivity of the tip, she could give him the same quality of oral sex without straining her jaw muscles.

Encouraged, she stepped up her efforts, mixing things up a bit and getting a better feel for his uncut manhood. The more she did, the more the benefits showed. She didn’t have to be overly elaborate to please him orally. She just had to make use of the extra flesh and let basic lust do the rest. The expression on his face, frequently tensing with pleasure and contentment, told her much of what she needed to know about handling an uncircumcised cock.

As she felt his manhood throb and tense under her grip, her former uncertainty turned into genuine excitement. If oral sex was that much easier with an uncircumcised penis, then what did it mean for full-blown penetration? Would she notice the difference? Would it be so noticeable that she could never go back to circumcised cocks? There was only one way to find out.

“Troy…I want you inside me,” she said after giving his manhood an extra-thorough lick.

“I want it too, Dinah. I want to so fucking bad!” said Troy.

Now with shared urgency, Dinah prepared for the ultimate test for an uncircumcised penis. She released her grip on his shaft, crawled back on top of him, and mounted him in a standard cowgirl position, straddling his hips and aligning her pelvis with his rigid member. He aided her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her until she felt the tip rub against her outer folds.

“My first uncircumcised cock…here goes,” Dinah said to herself.

With the same tact she’d used while giving him oral sex, she guided Troy’s manhood into her depths. The hot sensations of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths quickly followed. She knew those feelings well, but she quickly felt something else with Troy…something that once again changed her understanding of male anatomy.

“Oohhh fuck!” she exclaimed.

She reacted more intensely than she’d expected. Even Troy seemed surprised, laughing somewhat as his length filled her depths. It wasn’t as overwhelming as when she lost her virginity, but it was still a different feeling…one more enjoyable than she ever could’ve expected.

There was noticeably more friction, his uncut manhood stimulating more areas inside her than usual. Even men with bigger dicks didn’t hit that many nerves. With all the extra friction, it felt a lot smoother, the presence of the foreskin meshing perfectly with her inner folds. It was almost as though nature had intended intercourse to be that smooth. It made too much sense.

“Dinah…you okay?” Troy asked her.

“Yes! This…this is great!” she said, sounding overly cheery. “Lay back, handsome. Let me ride this beautiful cock.”

“Ride away, beautiful!”

After processing the initial feeling, more familiar instincts took over. Dinah grabbed hold of her lover’s waist, digging her nails into his chiseled manly flesh, and began rocking her hips. Again, there was a noticeable difference. The way his penis slithered inside her vagina was so natural. It was akin to riding a well-oiled piston instead of the tip of a rod. That small bit of skin made a huge world of difference.

“Wow!” Dinah exclaimed. “So good! Your dick…feels so good!”

“Damn, Dinah! You are one…sexy lady!” Troy said through heavy grunts.

Along with that unique feeling came more stimulation. With that stimulation came more hot sensations. Dinah had a tendency to get a little rough when she got to be on top, but that wasn’t necessary with Troy. A simple, steady rhythm was enough to bring them both the intimate pleasure they sought.

Back and forth, she moved her body in a succession of sensual motions, establishing a sexual rhythm that worked his rigid manhood inside her moist womanhood. That intimate union of flesh triggered an outburst of stronger feelings, blending passion with action. As Troy’s body rocked with his, he eagerly explored her naked body with both hands, fondling her bounding breasts and feeling up her feminine curves. It further supplemented an increasingly profound feeling.

It wasn’t just about her and Troy making love for the first time.

It wasn’t even about her having sex with her first uncircumcised man.

Dinah thought she understood sex, intimacy, and basic human anatomy. The idea that something like the presence or absence of foreskin could make such a difference had an impact. Suddenly, there was a world of sensations that she’d never known. It was a world that all circumcised men she’d slept with could never know. Something about that resonated with her. It also gave Troy a special place in her world.

“Troy…my first intact man,” she said to herself as she rode him.

From that moment forward, Dinah ceased being careful and let her passions guide her. She kept riding her lover’s uncut dick, pawing his upper body as they moved together in a heated dance of decadence. That unique union of flesh, his hardened manhood perfectly complementing her moist womanhood, evoked a steady stream of blissful feelings.

Within that sensual rhythm, she explored with Troy their tastes. She leaned back and put on a sexy spectacle, giving him a better view of her bouncing breasts, which he lovingly fondled. He also rose up and pulled her into a deeper embrace, allowing their lips and tongues to become more acquainted. They varied between fast, fervent bursts and slow, steady motions, drawing out the feeling and maximizing the passion.

Troy demonstrated impressive stamina. She didn’t know if that was another benefit of circumcision or if he was just that adept at pacing himself so that his lover could enjoy the experience. It didn’t matter because Dinah soon found herself on the brink of orgasm. In yet another sign that she had entered uncharted territory in her understanding of sex, she ascended towards that peak faster than she’d anticipated.

“Troy! Ooh Troy! I’m close, baby! I’m so…so close!” Dinah panted, now squeezing his hands in hers as she rode him harder.

“Me…me too, Dinah,” Troy grunted. “Please…ladies first.”

“What a man! What a…wonderful man!”

All reservations and hindrances faded.

Every sensation and feeling escalated.

What began as an anxious and uncertain curiosity was about to culminate.

That hard, well-oiled piston of a cock did what nature had intended from the get-go. With a few more skilled gyrations, Dinah achieved orgasm. She made it a point to interlock her fingers with Troy’s, holding them tight and moaning extra-loud to let him know how much he’d done for her.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It got the point across. Even if it hadn’t, the hot throbbing of her inner muscles in conjunction with her release made it clear. The young woman closed her eyes and arched her back, soaking in every last sensation as her body shuddered under the weight of the pleasure. She barely even noticed Troy getting in a few more thrusts to send himself over the edge as well.

“Dinah!” he cried out upon achieving his release.

Their respective moans and grunts complemented one another, echoing throughout her bedroom in perfect harmony. For a moment, they just clung to one another, gasping for air as the intimate act culminated.

It felt so good. It wasn’t the most elaborate sex act Dinah had ever done, nor was it the most exhaustive. However, what she’d done with Troy dramatically changed the context of those previous act. It was as though she’d been doing something with only a half-functioning tool all her life. Now, after finally experiencing an unaltered penis, her intimate world felt much bigger.

The extent of that world remained unclear, yet full of potential. Dinah was already looking forward to exploring it with Troy, although at the moment, she needed to catch her breath. As the afterglow set in, she rose up off his member and collapsed atop her lover’s body.

“Wow! That was…wow,” Dinah said, now resting her head on his chest.

“I’ll say!” said Troy. “Are you always this…enthusiastic?”

“No. I’m not,” she replied without hesitation. “I guess you’re just…that special.”

“Really? It had nothing to do with me being your first uncircumcised lover?”

Through the afterglow, she looked up at her smirking lover. Had she been that obvious? Was what she just experienced a typical reaction for a woman who didn’t know the joys of an uncut penis? Had Troy not looked so cute – on top of his loving arms remaining draped around her, as well – she might have been upset. Instead, she just smiled and cuddled closer with her lover.

“You’re a special guy, Troy…a guy who I’m glad to call my lover,” she told him. “As for you being my first uncut man…well, let’s just say I have a new appreciation for the male body!”

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Sexy Short Story: The Workout

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote a while back after working out at the gym. I know it has been a while since I posted a sexy short story. I hope there’s still an audience for them. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!


“How do you do it? How do you find the time and energy for all this?”

Kelly Lowell got asked that question often and for good reason. Once people learned about her career aspirations, her workload, and her day-to-day schedule, they looked at her as though she were crazy. Even her closest family members thought her ambitions were excessive.

They weren’t wrong, either. Since high school, Kelly had pursued a career in sports medicine. Her father was a former Olympian. Her two younger brothers were aspiring athletes. She tried to be an athlete too, but a fateful injury during a field hockey game in junior high school sent her down another path. In some respects, that path was more rigorous than that of any athlete.

Kelly’s weekly schedule read like a case study for obsessive overachievers. She was a full-time college sophomore taking on a full-time course load. She was a pre-med student pursuing two majors, one in biology and one in pharmacology. She also interned with the university’s athletic department, working closely with the medical staff to gain the skills and knowledge necessary to help her build a career sports medicine.

On top of those jobs, she worked part time at a local gym. Even with loans and scholarships, she needed extra money for textbooks and tuition. Kelly often joked that her day ended and began at sunrise, but for those closest to her, it was no laughing matter.

“I’m worried about you, Kelly,” they would tell her. “You work too hard, but act like it’s no big deal. That’s not healthy.”

She acknowledged and appreciated their concerns. She went to great lengths to reassure her friends and family that she could handle her workload. She always did so with a smile and an energy that shouldn’t have been possible for someone with her schedule.

Kelly suspected that made them even more concerned. Telling them she could manage her workload helped, but telling them with a beaming smile and boundless energy often left them more confused. However, part of that was her fault because she left out a few key details, one of which was about to play out.

“Five a.m. sharp,” said Kelly as she checked her phone. “Right on schedule.”

Sitting behind the front desk of the gym she worked at, she smiled as she checked her phone. That, in and of itself, was an accomplishment.

It was the middle of the week.

It was still pitch-black outside.

It was freezing cold.

The gym wasn’t supposed to open for another half-hour, but Kelly always came in early. She sacrificed a chunk of what little sleep she got to unlock the doors and turn on the lights. She didn’t get paid extra for it, either. However, she was still compensated in a very meaningful way.

“I’m ready when you’re ready, Kelly,” came a deep, masculine voice from the main workout area.

Her smile widened. That voice belonged to Alexander Braxton, an aspiring bodybuilder who worked just as hard she did in pursuit of his dream. He was the reason why she went behind her boss’ back to open the gym early. He was also the one who helped fuel that energy that gave her such passion and drive.

“I’ll be right there,” Kelly called out from the front desk.

She got up from the desk, walked up to the front entrance, and locked it to make sure nobody else entered. At this early hour, only the greatest overachievers dared to hit the gym. By that standard, she and Alex definitely qualified.

After turning off the front lights, she entered the main workout area through the double doors next to the front desk. The gym was large and spacious, stocked with every amenity an athlete needed. Alex made good use of every piece of equipment, but for someone as ambitious as him, free-weights and treadmills only went so far. Kelly understood that more than most.

With the doors behind her closed, she approached the tall, hulking man standing just in front of the weight bench. She could tell he’d just completed his warm-up. He had already worked up a light layer of sweat. It filled the immediate area with his intense, masculine musk. Her morning cup of coffee hadn’t entirely woken her up, but she was certainly alert now.

“And just like that, I’m ready to work harder…among other things,” Kelly said under her breath.

Just being near him got her heart racing for all the right reasons. Even by amateur bodybuilding standards, Alex was an incredible testament to the male physique. His arms were more muscular than most men’s legs. His legs were bigger than most men’s torso. While some men bragged about six-pack abs, Alex could boast an eight-pack and then some. His every muscle was so toned and chiseled, like a work of art from a master artist.

They were not overly bulky. They were not the product of steroids, either. Such a strong, masculine figure could only come from dedicated work and relentless drive. Kelly, being pre-med and having accomplished athletes in her family, knew the difference. That was how she and Alex had connected when she first arrived at college. That connection eventually evolved into something much deeper.

“The regional bodybuilding finals are next week,” Alex said to her with folded arms.

“My mid-terms are in four days,” she replied.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said with a knowing grin. “Just letting you know I need this as much as you.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You still doubt me?”

“Not at all,” Kelly said in a seductive, yet serious demeanor, “but I know you, Alex. I know you as much as well as you know me. People who are as driven as us…we never stop proving ourselves.”

True to that effort, Kelly made the first move. She stripped out of her clothes, removing her tank top and sweatpants. She hadn’t bother with underwear that morning. She never did when she met up with Alex. It only got in the way.

Now, fully naked and very much alert, she stood before the muscular man. With a seductive gaze, she dared him to match her energy. Alex, being both competitive and determined, never failed to measure up.

“I just love how you go about proving yourself,” he said as he admired her nude form.

“Some people need coaching. Some need meditation. You and me…well, we have our preferred methods,” Kelly replied.

“That, we do.”

With the same focus as her, Alex stripped out of his workout clothes. He couldn’t get out of his shirt, shoes, and shorts fast enough. Even under the gym’s poor fluorescent lighting, seeing him in all his glory was a sight to behold at any hour. The muscles his clothes didn’t cover were impressive enough. Seeing everything, including an endowment worthy of his stature, further raised the bar.

“Since we both need this, I’ll be thorough,” Alex told her.

“So will I,” said Kelly.

They both spoke with the determination, dedication, and drive that only a select few could boast. Adding intense sexual arousal to the mix only intensified the mood. Like every other aspiration, Kelly pursued it to the utmost and beyond.

Like a couple of caged animals in heat, she and Alex unleashed their unique passions on one another. Again, she made the first move. She jumped up into his powerful arms, threw her legs around her waist, and latched onto his powerful shoulders. Alex caught her and held her up with ease, grabbing a firm hold of her butt with both hands. The second she felt his naked skin touch hers, the next ambitious push began.

“Your turn to prove yourself,” she whispered into his ear. “Go on. Do it as only you can.”

It wasn’t a dare.

It wasn’t a request, either.

It was a catalyst…a very effective catalyst.

Locked in his arms, clinging to his muscular body, Kelly caressed his unshaven face and saw the fire ignite in his eyes. Every athlete needed that special spark to put them in that special zone. She could tell by his gaze and his touch that he was already there.

“As only I can,” Alex said with a determined tone.

He put those bulging muscles of his to use. With determination worthy of a future champion, he kissed her hard on the lips and laid her down on the weight bench. From there, their special brand of foreplay unfolded.

Alex was so energetic and focused, feeling and caressing his way around her naked body. He knew where and how to apply the passion. He traced his hand up her thigh, skillfully kneaded her breasts, and used extra tongue when kissing her. He made sure to maintain intimate body contact every step of the way, allowing his masculine sinews to press against her feminine flesh. That got her in the zone too and not just in terms of arousal.

Kelly was already wet and ready for more. Alex quickly caught up. She could feel the tip of this throbbing erection press against her thighs. However, as any athlete knew, a warm-up was just as important as the workout. To keep pushing themselves as hard as they did, they couldn’t skip those critical steps.

True to his word, Alex was thorough. He left few parts of her naked skin untouched or uncaressed. When their lips finally parted, she made it clear that she was done with the warm-up.

“I’m ready,” he said intently.

“So am I,” said Kelly.

Needing no further motivation, Alex took the initiative.

He rose into an upright position, grabbed hold of her thighs, and spread her legs apart. Kelly remained flat on her back, holding onto the heavy bar bell hanging right above her, which still had traces of his sweat on it. She kept urging him on with her gaze, watching as he aligned his erect manhood with her wet entrance. Once in position, he delivered a thrust worthy of his imposing stature and entered her.

“Ohhh yes!” Kelly cried out. “This…needed this…more than I thought.”

“Mmm…me too,” Alex said with a determined grunt.

He wasted no time establishing a sexual rhythm. The man humped her the same way he pumped iron. Like the rest of his rigorous workouts, he did motion with perfect form and fervor. Her body rocked in accord with his. His hard, throbbing cock pumped smoothly and rapidly within her womanhood. Hot flesh meshed with hot flesh, slithering and stimulating every intimate area at every step of the way.

Powerful grunts and groans filled the empty gym. However, these were not the sounds of strain. It wasn’t just ecstasy, either. As Kelly locked eyes with Alex, matching the fire in his eyes every step of the way, she felt the true impact of this feeling.

“Alex…so strong,” she said.

“Kelly…even stronger,” he said.

He leaned over and kissed her, but still maintained the vigorous pace of their sex. She eagerly kissed back, matching both the energy and passion he put into this profound act.

It never ceased to amaze her. No matter how often they did it, the power of this uniquely intimate feeling filled her with a special kind of fulfillment. It was a special kind of sex, one born from the distinct drive and ambition that she and Alex shared. Kelly had enjoyed her share of sex with previous lovers, but that was all it had ever been.

For a time, sex was either a distraction or afterthought. Then, in a perfect convergence of fate and luck, her path crossed with Alex. With him, she found a new kind of strength. She uncovered a side of herself that changed her idea of what she could achieve and how hard she could push herself. It became instrumental in handling her extensive workload. It also became an integral part of Alex’s training.

The fact it made for incredibly hot sex in the early hours of the morning wasn’t lost on her either. It wasn’t an afterthought, but it was a hell of a bonus. Through Alex’s skilled, thorough humping, he brought her on the cusp of orgasm. She tried not to make it that easy for him, but when the sex was this good, that was too much work, even for her.

“Yes! Ooh yes! I’m close…so close!” Kelly said through labored pants.

His focus didn’t waiver for a second. He stepped up the pace, thrusting harder and faster to give her that extra push she so loved. When the feeling hit, she didn’t hold back. She clung to the bar bell, curled her toes, and arched her lower back as that special feeling washed over her.

“You got what you needed…and then some,” Alex said.

Kelly barely heard him. She tended to be very vocal during sex. It was one of the reasons they had to do it in an empty gym at the crack of dawn, but it was hardly the biggest.

Alex temporarily slowed the pace of his rhythmic thrusting, giving her time and space to soak in the feeling. He knew how important that feeling was to her. It went beyond good sex and good workouts. It was part of that distinct drive that fueled her lofty ambitions. He had that drive too. As such, he also knew that she was not the kind of girl to make someone else do all the work.

“Now, it’s your turn!” Kelly told him.

His intense focus finally broke. He cracked a smile and she smiled back. She was still catching her breath, her mind and body flooded with orgasmic sensations. That had never stopped her from doing her part as thoroughly as he did his.

“Do what you need to do,” Alex said, his smile and his tone daring her to keep pushing.

As always, Kelly rose to the occasion. She channeled more of that unique strength, grabbing the hulking man’s toned shoulders and repositioning their bodies. It started with a heated kiss, but ended with Alex lying on the bench press, flat on his back. Now, Kelly was the one on top, straddling his waist with his still-erect cock aching for her intimate warmth.

It happened so fast, like a reflex they had trained. It was a testament to just how adept they’d become at tapping this powerful source of intimate strength. She made good use of that strength, grabbing hold of his waist and plunging her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood.

“My turn, indeed,” said Alex, still grinning as he admired her naked body.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” said Kelly seductively. “The workout has just begun!”

From there, she began riding him.

She rode him hard and fast.

She rode him as hard as he’d humped her.

He showed off his strength. Now, she showed off hers. She was every bit as thorough and fervent, working her hips and rocking her body in a focused outburst of energy. She watched his rugged expression become awash in bliss. He still kept doing his part, exploring her upper body with his powerful hands, giving extra attention to her breasts and butt. He tried to supplement her movements, but she made sure they weren’t necessary to get the job done.

“Harder…faster…stronger,” Kelly panted as she rode him.

She kept repeating it like a mantra, as if to engrain that mentality into his brain and hers. An aspiring bodybuilder needed more motivation than most. The same went for aspiring doctors specializing in athletes. When it took the form of great sex, it was incredibly effective.

Kelly still pushed herself as hard a she pushed her lover. She kept riding Alex’s cock, guiding him towards his ultimate peak. He didn’t make it easy on her. She could tell by his determined look that he wanted to hold out. It was his way of going the extra mile. She didn’t mind the challenge. Like everything else in her life, she embraced it. That only made the final victory more rewarding.

“Almost…there!” Alex grunted. “I’m really…really close!”

Kelly didn’t dare lose focus. She worked her hips harder, grabbing onto his shoulders while he squeezed her butt in anticipation. With her eyes, she made it clear that he’d pushed hard enough. He had earned his prize, just as she’d earned hers.

“Come! You’ve proven yourself,” she told him.

That fateful affirmation did the trick. At that moment, Alex came.

He was every bit as vocal as her, closing his eyes and flexing all the necessary muscles to enjoy his release. Kelly finally broke focus to enjoy the spectacle. Still holding onto his shoulders, she smiled and enjoyed the fruits of her intensive labor.

Alex clearly enjoyed it more. She felt the bulky muscles of his lower body tense and contract in accord with his climax. Within her hot depths, a potent mix of fluids gave form and substance to this powerful feeling. It was intense, intimate, and pleasurable to the utmost. Even for the high bar that she and Alex set, it was another triumph.

“You’re going to succeed next week,” Kelly said to him.

“So will you,” he said, still breathless.

“We work so hard. We push ourselves beyond our limits,” she said, “but when we have something like this…”

Her words trailed off. Alex opened his eyes, rose up, and wrapped him in his muscular arms. Within that sweaty, naked embrace, the breadth of their strength and drive once again revealed itself.

“Like this,” Alex said, “this isn’t just what drive us…or motivates us.

“Then, what is it?” she asked.

“A reminder,” he said, “a reminder of how much further we can go.”

He kissed her. Any shred of doubt or reservation melted away. It was all so clear. Great sex with a wonderful man who shared her ambition was profound, but only covered part of the feeling.

Thinking back to everyone who’d ever asked where she got the energy, the answer became clear. All that work, sacrifice, and struggle took a special kind of strength. In this moment, between her and her lover, she remembered that she was strong enough and so was he. In terms of reminders, they needed it. The fact it felt so good ensured they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

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Five Overused Romantic Sub-Plots (And How To Fix Them)

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Being a self-professed romance fan, I know more about the intricacies of romantic sub-plots than most men would ever dare admit. I’ve consumed an absurd amount of romantic media over the years and I’ve noticed more than a few common themes, some more endearing than others.

However, by consuming so much romantic content, I’ve also seen certain themes get overused and badly mishandled. I could list countless instances promising romantic sub-plots collapsing because it fell into a narrative trap. Sometimes, it’s because of poor writing. Sometimes, it’s because the story has too many constraints. I’ve even cited a few famous cases that exhibit both.

Whatever the case, it’s not hard to screw up a romantic sub-plot. I’ve done that more than a few times with the stories I’ve written. Lately, though, there are certain types of sub-plots that have lost their luster. They’ve either been done too many times or haven’t innovated in way too long.

Overused or not, I believe there are elements of these sub-plots that are worth saving. They just need some refinement and polish. What follows is a list of five overdone romantic sub-plots, why they’ve become so bland, and how to fix them. I’ve covered some of these elements before. This is just the romance lover in me offering some tips for future romance stories.


Romantic Sub-Plot #1: Best Friends Turned Lovers

Why It’s Overdone

I think you can thank sitcoms like “Friends” and movies like “Clueless” for this sub-plot to fall out of favor. Personally, I blame Ross and Rachel for giving this theme a bad name. They took the whole friends-falling-in-love plot way too far. Towards the end, it was more annoying than compelling.

These days, this sub-plot isn’t as common as it used to be. I think a lot of romance fans were burned out on it in the 1990s and early 2000s. There’s only so many times a character can say in so many words “I didn’t realize that what I was looking for was right here in front of me” and sound genuine.

How To Fix It

Simply put, this sub-plot needs to shake up the setting. Too many times, a story about friends becoming lovers is built around one friend having had feelings for the other over many years. That can be sweet when done right, but it’s way too easy to be done wrong. These days, it almost comes off as a long con or stalking.

To fix it, the emphasis needs to shift towards two characters undergoing major upheavals. Perhaps they go through a tragedy or trauma that changes the way they feel about other people. It can’t just be restricted to their friend/lover, either. This upheaval should affect their entire world and from there, they come together in a new way.

It has the potential to show two characters go through major growth as individuals, which eventually turns into growth as a couple. That kind of growth can work wonders for any romance and could offer something more meaningful than old friends hiding their feelings.


Romantic Sub-Plot #2: Love Triangles

Why It’s Overdone

I’ve already made my hatred of love triangles very clear. I’ve gone so far as to cite one from the X-men as the worst of all time. Beyond the comics, though, it’s not hard to see cases of this sub-plot done horribly wrong. Even contemporary romance like “Twilight” and “The Hunger Games” have made this troubled trope more insufferable.

Simply put, love triangles reduce everyone involved to prizes or plot devices. It’s next to impossible to make every character in a love triangle feel like a real character. It turns romantic development into a competition and in the long run, nobody wins and certain characters lose badly.

How To Fix It

I’m tempted to say that love triangles should be abandoned and killed with a 12-gauge shotgun, but I’m not a fan of throwing away romantic themes, no matter how much I despise them. For this particular theme, I think it needs more than just a fix. It needs a complete overhaul.

By that, it can’t just involve two people competing for someone else’s affection. That gets old fast. If there is going to be a love triangle, then it should actually take the time to show why someone is torn in the first place. It needs to be clear that someone genuinely loves more than one person and there’s a reason for that love.

This is also a sub-plot that may benefit from shifting taboos. Non-monogamy is becoming more mainstream and there aren’t many real romance stories about that idea that aren’t bad pornos. A love triangle has to stop being an either/or plot and become a why/how plot. There needs to be a concerted effort to ensure everyone involved gets some sort of emotional resolution that doesn’t involve someone getting screwed over.


Romantic Sub-Plot #3: Destined Lovers

Why It’s Overdone

If you’ve gone through any high school English class or are just familiar with certain literary traditions, you’ve probably seen this in all kinds of media. “Romeo and Juliet” is probably the most famous, but it still shows up frequently throughout romantic media. It’s prevalent in movies like “Titanic” and comics like “Superman.”

Don’t get me wrong. I have a soft spot for star-crossed lovers who are destined to fall in love, but it’s a very bland sub-plot. There’s no real sense of conflict. You know two characters are going to end up together and where’s the intrigue there?

How To Fix It

For this sub-plot, I think a simple shift in context would help. Most romance featuring destined lovers emphasis how they come together, despite the obstacles in front of them. I think it might be more compelling to explore why these characters are star-crossed to begin with. Is it just destiny or are there other forces at work?

There are a lot of factors that go into romance, even those of the non-destined variety. Why not explore the concept of destiny, as it relates to love? Why not dig a little deeper into the intricacies of how it unites people so completely? That wouldn’t just offer a meta-perspective of love, as a plot device. It would give us all an opportunity to reconsider what it means to be in love.


Romantic Sub-Plot #4: Love At First Sight

Why It’s Overdone

This sub-plot is very similar to the destined lovers trope. It’s often a pre-cursor to two people finding out they’re destined to be together. For many of the same reasons, it’s pretty bland and basic. One character sees another, some sappy music starts playing, and the love story is effectively laid out.

We see it happen very overtly in “Romeo and Juliet” and “Titanic.” We see it manifest in some form in most romantic comedies. A character just sees someone they find attractive and that becomes the catalyst for their love. It’s sweet, but not very deep and it has just become too predictable at this point. When two people fall in love at first sight, what other story is there to tell?

How To Fix It

This one can’t be fixed with the same methods as the destined lovers sub-plot. This is one of those plots that doesn’t have to be radically altered, but definitely needs fresh nuance. Finding that nuance means injecting more than just love into the mix when two characters first meet.

The first encounter between two characters is always pivotal. It helps set the tone for their relationship, romantic and otherwise. To make this sub-plot work in new ways, characters need to intrigue each other in new ways. It can’t be enough that they’re attractive. There has to be something else about them.

Maybe the character has a skill that someone has never seen before. Maybe the character causes someone to re-think a past assumption. Maybe it sends them on a new journey that their love interest can join. There are many opportunities here. There doesn’t have to just be one.


Romantic Sub-Plot #5: Sex Complicating Love

Why It’s Overdone

This one is probably the most overtly sexual romantic sub-plot that also happens to be the most predictable. Ironically, it’s “Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me” that summed it up best. Things go from “Don’t worry, it won’t get weird” to “It got weird, didn’t it?” That’s every sex-complicating-love story in a nutshell.

This one also has the burden of being weighed down by long-standing sexual taboos. While it may seem like those taboos have faded in the 21st century, it’s still the slutty women and stud men who die first in slasher movies. Sex, even in a romance story, still comes off as something dirty that somehow undermines a romance.

Even though sexual attitudes have evolved a great deal, the idea that sex complicates/ruins a relationship hasn’t moved very far. It’s why sex tends to be an afterthought in modern romances. Sometimes, it’s ignored or assumed and that’s just a waste of quality sexual chemistry.

How To Fix It

As an aspiring erotica/romance writer, I’ve been working on that for years. While I can’t claim to have a definitive answer, I have surmised a few ideas turn sex from a complication to a catalyst. It doesn’t have to be overly titillating or pornographic, although that can work. It just has to supplement the romance rather than subvert it.

Sex in romance is often treated like an endgame. It’s marks the culmination rather than the progression of a relationship. I believe that’s a missed opportunity. In any romance, sex should function as a progression, of sorts. It takes the relationship to a new stage, one where new opportunities for emotional and personal growth emerge.

When two characters have sex, it can be more than just a chance to depict genitals and female breasts. It can be an exercise of intimacy where two characters strengthen their bond, rather than sully it. That gives greater meaning to the sexiness and nothing makes romance hotter than genuinely meaningful sex.

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How To Do Romantic Sub-Plots Right (And Why Some Fail)

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This will probably surprise no one who regularly visits this site, but I love romantic sub-plots. In many cases, they’re my favorite part of a movie, TV show, or comic book. I’ve made my love for romance in general fairly well-known, but romantic sub-plots offer a special kind of appeal.

Now, when I say romantic sub-plots, I’m not referring to the stories built solely around romance, like many of my novels. I’m referring to stories that are primarily presented as another genre, be it sci-fi, fantasy, or a blatant “Die Hard” rip-off, but include a secondary romantic story that runs parallel to the main story.

Sometimes, that story is subtle. Sometimes, it becomes a major catalyst for other parts of the main story. Sometimes, it just adds a little melodrama in between all the bigger, flashier conflicts. Watch pretty much any prime time show on the CW these days and you’ll see examples of every kind to some extent.

As much as I love these sub-plots, though, they can also be frustrating. For every romantic sub-plot I felt was handled well, I can think of five others that were horribly botched. On one end, you have the rich, balanced love story of Han Solo and Princess Leia in the original “Star Wars” trilogy. On the other, you’ve got the inherently toxic love story between Penny and Leonard in “The Big Bang Theory.”

There’s so much variety and diversity to romantic sub-plots that I could spend an entire weekend going through all of them. However, for the sake of making a more concise point, I want to focus on what makes a romantic sub-plot truly compelling. Regardless of genre, medium, or scope, a good romantic sub-plot can really enhance the overall plot.

Like every other sub-plot or storytelling tactic, though, romantic sub-plots are prone to all sorts of tropes, cliches, and traditions. Some are more useful than others. However, some can create obstacles and pitfalls that derail an otherwise promising romantic sub-plot.

While I don’t consider myself an expert on all the mechanisms that go into a good romantic sub-plot, I do know plenty of others out there who are far smarter than me and far more capable of explaining the subject in a more comprehensive way. They may not be experts either, but they know how to get the point across.

That’s where wonderful YouTube channels like Overly Sarcastic Productions come in. I’ve referenced it before in previous discussions about strong female characters, but it also provides other extensive breakdowns of various tropes and does it in a colorful, entertaining way, sometimes literally.

One such video in their Trope Talk series covers romantic sub-plots and the breakdown here is the best I’ve seen to date on what makes a good and not-so-good sub-plot. If you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend you watch it. If nothing else, it should put some of your favorite and least favorite romantic sub-plots into a larger context.

There’s a lot of fast-talking, broad-based breakdowns of this trope, which the narrator freely admits she doesn’t fully understand. However, she demonstrates that she understands enough to point out what not to do when pursuing a romantic sub-plot on a fairly basic level. I want to go beyond basics.

The video singles out a few TV shows and cartoons where the romantic sub-plot falls flat, such as “The Legend of Korra” and “Castle.” In both cases, the sub-plot is very shallow in that it’s built entirely on the fact that a straight male and a straight female character work closely together. As such, they become romantically entangled.

Therein likes the most glaring problem, though. Just being two characters who work together is seen as sufficient to justify the sub-plot. As a result, there’s no effort to build meaningful chemistry between the characters. In some cases, there isn’t even an effort to establish whether they’re romantically compatible with one another.

This is probably the most common, not to mention the most annoying, problem that arises when romantic sub-plots enter a story. The sub-plot is given the bare minimum in terms of depth, relying on the audience to fill in the blanks as to why these two should be together.

This happens a lot in the superhero genre. Romantic sub-plots and soap operas are the cornerstone of some of the most iconic superhero comics, TV shows, and movies. One of the most epic examples, the Dark Phoenix Saga, is set to become a movie next year. However, I would argue that the superhero genre is most guilty of this common shortcoming.

Take, for instance, the first “Iron Man” movie and the romantic sub-plot between Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Never mind the fact that these two characters don’t have much of a romance in the comics. The first movie and the two successful sequels that follow do plenty to establish Tony and Pepper as the primary romance of the story. However, it does little to show why these two belong together.

The same thing happens with Thor and Jane Foster in the first two “Thor” movies. Unlike Iron Man, the comics establish a more robust romantic history between these two. The movies, however, do little to drawn from this history. They rely solely on the fact that Thor spends a little time around Jane, she’s attracted to him, and that’s all that’s necessary for the romance to unfold.

Again, it’s shallow in that it relies too heavily on the audience to fill in the gaps of chemistry and compatibility. For any functional romance, those gaps are pretty big. Just getting together is only a small part of that process and the story around it. Movies like “Thor” and “Iron Man” give the impression that just being around each other long enough is sufficient. These characters don’t have to actually work on their romance.

Compare that to the much more developed romances in the superhero genre, such as Barry and Iris in “The Flash” TV show. In that romance, just getting together isn’t the end of the story. It’s just part of it. Barry and Iris actually work, struggle, sacrifice, and even argue at times, but that’s exactly what makes their relationship so meaningful.

Outside the superhero genre, there are other ways the romantic sub-plot gets derailed in a way that’s more annoying than entertaining. I think “Friends” was one of the worst offenders with Ross and Rachel because almost the entirety of the sub-plot was built around them struggling to get together. Sure, the process of two people coming together can be compelling, but that can’t be the whole story.

Movies tend to struggle with it even more, but mostly due to logistical reasons. There’s only so much romantic development you can squeeze into a two or three hour movie. However, it can be done. Despite being brief and tragic, the sub-plot of Sarah Conners and Kyle Reese in the original “Terminator” movie showed that it is possible for a romantic sub-plot to be meaningful within those limitations.

Far more often, though, movies try to rush a sub-plot or outright force it. That’s part of what makes any romance hard to take seriously. In a movie like “Jurassic World,” where you have two very different characters in Claire and Owen, it really has to be forced because outside the plot of the movie, it’s hard to imagine these two having a meaningful relationship.

In some respects, that’s a good litmus test for any romantic sub-plot. If you can’t see the characters involved functioning outside the plot of the movie, then chances are the romantic sub-plot is fundamentally flawed. It’s easy to imagine iconic couples like Superman and Lois Lane, Cyclops and Jean Grey, or even Allie and Noah in “The Notebook” enjoying a functional relationship past the final credits.

Even for couples where it’s harder to picture them outside a conflict, it helps when a romantic sub-plot still puts in extra effort to make the romance believable. While this is a challenge in movies, TV, and comics, I’ve actually seen this handled a lot better in modern video games.

Romantic sub-plots are important elements of popular games like the “Uncharted” series. What makes that sub-plot effective, though, is how much time and energy is put into establishing why a man like Nathan Drake would be with a woman like Elena Fisher. It even goes out of its way to show how these two characters create a genuinely functional relationship towards the end.

While it might be a bit of a stretch, I would also cite the “Mass Effect” series that I’ve praised before in how well it handles romantic sub-plots. Now, it’s a stretch because the game is structured in a way where the player can choose a particular romantic sub-plot or choose to not have one at all. That makes the story a lot more fluid than a movie or TV show, but it still manages to create depth for a sub-plot.

That depth shows, regardless of which romantic sub-plot the player chooses. Whether it’s Shepard and Liara, Shepard and Ashley, or Shepard and Garrus, the game provides opportunities for depth and development. If you follow the sub-plot through to the end, the romance has genuine dramatic weight.

In the end, that’s the most important impact of any romantic sub-plot. When done right, it adds greater weight to the overall narrative. It creates an emotional dimension that goes beyond just achieving a goal or surviving a conflict. It fleshes out the emotions, passions, and desires of the characters involved.

Conversely, it can really disrupt the plot when done wrong. I’ve already covered how the worst love triangle in history derailed the X-men movies. Talk to any “Star Wars” fan and they’ll probably say the poor romance between Anakin Skywalker and Padme was the most disappointing part of the prequels not named Jar Jar Binks.

To some extent, a romantic sub-plot is a gamble. It stretches the odds, but it also increases the payout. When it fails, it can fail pretty spectacularly. When it works, though, it can make for some of the most dramatic, passionate moments in a story. As an unapologetic romance lover, I say it’s a gamble worth taking.

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Publishing Efforts Update: ANOTHER REJECTION

A while back, I announced that I had submitted a manuscript for what I’d hoped would be my third published novel. I’d submitted it to the same publisher that had previously published my first two novels, “Passion Relapse” and “Rescued Hearts.” I hoped to continue building a larger catalog with them in the name of building a stronger partnership.

Well, I’m sorry to say that I heard back from them and the news was not what I had hoped. For the second submission in a row, I got a rejection letter. It wasn’t a mean one. The editors I work with are incredibly considerate and given all the submissions they get, they’ve been wonderful to work with every step of the way. Unfortunately, they just couldn’t get behind my story.

It is disappointing. I had high hopes for this manuscript. I wrote it with the intention of making it a real niche title that would’ve appeal to a specific segment of the erotica/romance market. I thought that would give it more appeal than the last manuscript I submitted. I guess I was mistaken.

I’m not sure what I’ll do with this or the other one they rejected. I’m still struggling to find other publishers who are willing to hear me out. However, I am not discouraged and I still intent to keep submitting.

As I write this, I’m putting what I hope to be the finishing touches on my next manuscript. This one is a bit more general and should appeal to more romance fans. It has many similar elements to “Passion Relapse” and “Rescued Hearts.” I have high hopes for it and hope to submit it soon. I also have another draft that I’m hoping to finish in the coming weeks.

In any case, I have plenty of sexy stories to tell, including more sexy short stories. This is a setback, but it’s not a defeat.

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On My Favorite Romance Movie: “Crazy/Beautiful”

When it comes to romance movies, most men will never admit they have a favorite. They usually won’t admit to ever having sat through a movie, unless they were with a woman they were desperately trying to bang. It’s just not a very macho thing to do, admitting you actually enjoy romance movies.

However, if you hook those same macho men up to a polygraph, strap a jumper cable to their balls, and threaten to shave their head with a brick, though, most will concede that they have watched a romance movie. They’ll even admit they have a favorite. Up the voltage on the jumper cables, they’ll even admit to getting choked up while watching it.

There’s no need to subject me to such torture. I freely admit that I’ve watched romance movies from beginning to end. I’ve even seen them in theaters by myself and without a date. I’m a romance-loving guy. I admit that with no shame. If anyone wants to give me crap about it, then they can kiss my romance-loving ass.

I even have a favorite romance movie, one that I think has inspired me in my efforts to become an erotica/romance writer. It wasn’t some big blockbuster. It wasn’t some shameless Oscar push either. It didn’t even have killer robots, explosions, or comic book characters. I’ll give everyone who has noted my love of comics a moment to stop gasping.

It wasn’t a box office smash. It wasn’t a critical darling either. I don’t care. It’s still the premier romance movie by which I measure all others. It came out in 2001 and it’s called “Crazy/Beautiful.” I’ll give everyone another moment to stop rolling their eyes.

This isn’t one of those romance movies that’s too cheesy or too dramatic. It’s also not overly serious or overly cynical, either. It’s just a sweet, sexy story about two young people falling in love, going through some upheavals, and coming together in the end. Again, it’s one of those concepts that gets the jaded cynics of the world to roll their eyes, but still feels undeniably real at the end of the day.

The story is somewhat basic, but mature in a sense. The characters involved are Nicole Oakley, played by Kirsten Dunst just before her fame peaked with “Spider-Man,” and Carlos Nuñez, played by Jay Hernandez, who is best known for his work on TV shows like “Nashville” and “Gang Related.” From the very beginning, there’s some very heated chemistry between both characters.

Like many other love stories, both characters are from different worlds. Nicole is the rebellious child of a wealthy, but broken family. Her mother is gone, but her father remarries a woman who she does not get along with. Being young, beautiful, and hormonal, she ditches the comfortable settings of her home and looks for adventure on the rougher parts of town.

That’s where she finds Carlos, a young Latino man with dreams of rising above his rough upbringing. He’s on the football team. He has dreams of becoming a pilot. He’s not some stereotypical bad boy that women get with for all the wrong reasons. He’s the kind of guy you actually root for to succeed. That’s what draws Nicole to him and the chemistry they create is pretty damn hot.

It doesn’t take some horrible tragedy or elaborate circumstance for these two to come together. Nicole and her friend are just out partying on the rough side of town when their paths cross. They flirt, they tease, and they fool around like actual, normal teenagers do in real life. It’s sweet, it’s sexy, and it feels so genuine and real.

That’s a big part of what appeals to me and what sets movies like “Crazy/Beautiful” apart from typical romance, many of which follow the same bland formula. Many romance movies feel as though the love between the two characters needs to be epic, intense, or tragic. Sure, that has created some pretty iconic romances, but those romances are iconic for a reason.

Not every couple needs to be Romeo and Juliet or Princess Leia and Han Solo from “Star Wars.” In fact, trying to recreate those romances can underscore the actual chemistry between them. It happens all the time in comics, especially with couples like Batman and Catwoman. It happens even more in movies, especially when tragedy is a big factor, like “Titanic.”

Granted, these kinds of romances have their unique appeal, but they’re often lacking in depth and development. That’s where “Crazy/Beautiful” really shines. It gives amazing depth to Nicole and Carlos’ relationship. It actually goes through a process, not unlike the one actual people use when they fall in love.

First, they meet and feel an attraction. Then, they start exploring that attraction. They start learning about each other, from their hopes and dreams to their past and failures. They actually learn about each other and even help each other, something failed romances in the real and fictional world often fail to do.

Then, there are the sexy moments. Yes, there are many sexy moments in “Crazy/Beautiful” that men and women alike can appreciate. There are scenes where both characters get naked. It’s a time when Kirsten Dunst’s sex appeal was at its peak. There are scenes where she’s walking around in her underwear and it’s a true sight to behold.

It helps add to another important element in “Crazy/Beautiful” that stands out. It’s very sex positive. Throughout the movie, the sexy moments Carlos and Nicole share aren’t full of complications or reservations. They’re just sweet, intimate moments. Some are loving. Some are just two horny teenagers wanting to get laid. It’s never shown in a negative light. They might be the most sex positive themes outside of the “Deadpool” movie.

Beyond the sex and the chemistry, the biggest and arguably most important element that makes “Crazy/Beautiful” my favorite romance movie is how strong the romance becomes. It’s not enough that Carlos and Nicole share attraction and sexual chemistry. It’s how they actually complement each other, making one another stronger in the end.

What really makes that connection stand out shows towards the end when they each show that they’re willing to sacrifice for each other. They’re willing to step off the path they’ve laid for themselves, find each other, and forge a new path together. That’s the kind of sacrifice real couples learn to make, but are rarely shown in movies that don’t rip-off “Titanic.” I’ll give a moment for “Avatar” fans to stop gritting their teeth.

When all is said and done, Nicole and Carlos are both better because of their love for each other. It’s not just because they’re have someone to have sex with that they love. Their lives objectively improve. Carlos realizes his dream of being a pilot. Nicole develops a better relationship with her family. Their love, and all its sexy chemistry, is a net gain for everybody.

It may not appeal to those who think every love story needs to have an element of tragedy. There are moments in “Crazy/Beautiful” where the story could’ve taken a tragic turn. That doesn’t happen and that’s a good thing. It makes for a satisfying, genuine, heart-felt ending.

You can easily see Nicole and Carlos getting married, having kids, and still having hot sex. It’s a romance that feels truly complete. It has that Hollywood sex appeal, but it’s genuine enough that you can easily see it happening in the real world.

That’s a big part of why this movie appealed to me so much when I first saw it. It gave the impression that love could exist in the real and fictional world. It could be sexy, intimate, and powerful without aliens, robots, or super powers. To someone who had grown up on comic books and cartoons, that was a revolutionary idea for me.

While “Crazy/Beautiful” will never go down in history as an epic love story, its ability to be romantic, sexy, and real helps set it apart. It presents a romance that feels achievable in the real world. I believe that we all need that sort of thing every now and then. As fun as epic love stories can be, sometimes it’s refreshing to know that two ordinary people from different walks of life can fall in love and have hot sex.

Maybe there will come a day when I see another romance movie that tops “Crazy/Beautiful” in all the relevant ways. While “Deadpool” came close, “Crazy/Beautiful” still holds a special place in my heart and my pants. It helped influence me in my passion for writing erotica/romance. I sincerely hope its impact helps me craft something as romantic and sexy.

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“Passion Relapse” Release Just One Week Away!

This is just a friendly reminder that my first published book, “Passion Relapse,” is only one week away. That’s right! In just one week, I’ll be able to celebrate my first published book. I’m more excited than a fly in a shit factory. I hope to share that excitement with as many people as possible.

So please mark your calendar if you already haven’t. On April 18th, 2017, the first book by Jack Fisher will hit the stands. So stock up on clean panties, tissues, and lube. The wait is almost over!

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