Sex and Intimacy Workshop: Writing Exercise and Competition

Sam loves ice cream. Copyright: omkar / 123RF Stock Photo

Yesterday, I had the very great pleasure of conducting a one-day writing workshop for Writers Victoria on my approach to writing about sex and intimacy in all kinds of books, not just my current crop of erotic romances. The workshop was called Avoiding the Bad Sex Award and I very much hope the attendees left with some tips and ideas on how to use such scenes to tell their stories and to tell them well.

Once of the writing exercises was to write a scene involving two characters and one or more of a choice of keywords. The scene could be explicit or an example of non-sexual intimacy. It could be humorous or serious, or written to reveal a plot point (involving a betrayal or a revelation).

Some terrific scenes resulted, which was impressive – especially as it’s very difficult to write such a scene cold, without context.

The prompts were:

  • Characters: Alex and Sam
    (designed to be non-gender specific)
  • Keywords: lick, honey, blue, hurt, tie, shirt, pet
    (choosing any or none – these were just to help prompt ideas).

I didn’t want to set the attendees a task I wouldn’t try myself, so once everyone was writing away, I picked a few words and off I went. This is the (unedited) result.

The day was scorchingly hot, which was great for Vitamin D; not so great for the logistics of eating ice cream – although that might depend on your point of view.

Alex, for example, was absolutely dumbfounded by the way Sam ate her melting ice cream. By the curve of her lips swirling over the crown of the strawberry-and-mint sorbet. By the tip of her tongue scoring gleeful lines across the sweet summit, darting to the left to capture a smear of flavour beside her lip. By the bliss in Sam’s whole expression as she closed her eyes and found cold berry, fresh mint, sugar and ice transformed into an unlikely bit of heaven.

Alex had no idea how hard it could be to watch someone eat an ice cream like that and keep one’s own tongue still. He found that he was watching Sam’s face with the same avidity with which she regarded the sliding, sticky stripes of sorbet melting onto her fingers. He sucked on his lower lip in sympathy as she licked her fingers clean. His own tongue snuck out to touch his top lip, as though tasting the air in such proximity with her mouth.

When Sam, giggling at her inability to eat as fast as the confection melted, allowed strawberry and mint to drop onto her chin, Alex moved on reflex.

He swiped his finger across the drip, capturing it, and held it to her.

“Hre,” he offered in a surprised whisper, like he’d had no notion he was about to speak, “You missed a bit.”

Sam’s eyes met his and Alex was suddenly aware of the knowingness there. She had been watching him watch her.

Alex held his breath.

Sam leaned so slightly towards him and slipped her lips over his offered finger. She softly sucked the flavour from his fingertip. She took her oh god so sweet time pulling back before smiling, well pleased.

“Thanks,” she said.

Then went back to her sorbet.


So there you have it. A slice of intimacy written in about fifteen minutes.


I’d love to see what my readers might do in the same time limit – so if you’re game, use those names and whatever of the keywords might inspire you, create a scene of intimacy – sexual, non-sexual, plot-driven, funny or whatever takes your fancy – and spend about 15-20 minutes to write 300-500 words.

Pop the result in the comments section. (The copyright will stay yours of course – who knows, it might be the start of a short story or a book!)

The scene I like best will get a prize – a copy of my new digital erotic short story, Sky High, Bone Deep, out with Escape Publishing this month!

Get your scenes to me by 23 July 2014 by posting them in the comments below!


Read about the other talks and workshops I do at Speaking.

  • Eddie

    Here is the story I wrote for Narrelle at the workshop on Tuesday, meant to be erotic:

    Love in the afternoon Eddie Creaney

    Climbing the stairs behind her, Sam was impressed with her arse; full, round and tightly enclosed in the skirt she was wearing, which tightened even more below her arse to trap and wrap her thighs. He thought about those.
    His admiration rose till he realized that his cock was rising too. In the trousers he had first thought to put on, this would not have been possible.
    One flight of stairs accomplished. As they turned on the landing, Alex turned and smiled at him, a smile which said, ‘But wait, there’s more where that comes from.’
    ‘Shit, she’s picked me for a bit of an old pervert!’
    Then he thought, ‘I can use that, that can work to my advantage.’
    One more flight of stairs, one more concentration on the movement of her arse, and they were outside the door of her flat.
    ‘Here it is,’ Alex said, ‘well, the gateway at least.’
    ‘I thought only men smirked like that,’ Sam thought to himself, ‘this is getting easier and easier.’
    A bedsit, no rooms to go through, or kitchen, to find the bed. There it was. Alex switched on several lights then dimmed them.
    ‘Would you like a drink first, or…?’
    ‘Or’, he said.
    It was seconds only before they stood before each other, naked.
    ‘I thought she was making it easy for me, but…’.
    It was Alex’ body, her breasts with their slight droop and firm nipples, and that female thing he’d noticed about all his other women; not the flat stomach of the photo-shopped, but the soft gentle rise and fall between the navel and the mound; real women.
    It was getting difficult again. Alex grabbed his cock, no foreplay here, nor necessary, and she rammed him into her. She was urgent, he was urgent too, but for a different reason.
    Sam was losing control, he who prided himself on his control. Alex was bucking and writhing and demanding. It seemed, then he knew, they were coming together and that was his signal. His hands went around her throat, squeezing.
    Alex smiled at him, then her eyes bulged for no more than twenty or thirty seconds.
    Five minutes later, he was on his mobile phone.
    ‘Mission accomplished,’ Sam said, and hung up.

    • Thank you for the contribution Eddie – and sorry for the delay in replying. LIfe has been a bit hectic! A copy of Sky High, Bone Deep is on its way to you!

  • naturallydotty

    The drying room at the lodge was as warm and cosy as a womb. Alex sprawled back in her chair groaning in pleasure at the relief her feet felt, released from the confines of their ski boots. She peeled off her damp and sweaty shirt and smiled as the warm breeze from the heating ducts sent ripples over her skin.

    Hidden on the other side of the room behind racks of steaming parkas and pants Sam peeked through the hanging clothes, reveling in the scene of pale flesh. Her hand strayed into her own bra, cupping her breast and rubbing her nipples which had hardened at the sight of the shirt-less and bra-less Alex. She suppressed a moan, bit her lip and kept stroking.

    Alex, trying not to smirk bent forward slightly, and used her shirt to dry beneath her breasts, well aware that the drying jiggled her breasts beguilingly and that Sam was on the other side of the room enjoying the pretty picture. Not so softly, she pinched her own nipple, and groaned Sam’s name, loud enough to reach the ears of the lover she hoped to snare.

  • naturallydotty

    Oh goodie. I so wanted to come to the workshop but, yeah. Money. I shall come back in a little while with my effort.