Writer’s Voice and a Choir of Orgasms

I love voice, always have. Before I started writing, I didn’t know what that meant. I would just say, I love so-and-so’s writing. Or, I love everything so-and-so writes!

I once read a quote from Simon Cowell about Kelly Clarkson: “Kelly can sing the phone book.” That’s how I feel about certain authors, like they could write any genre, any plot, and I’d love it.

A great voice can make a story, whereas an interesting story with a bland voice will always be just that: bland. Voice encompasses everything from POV and tense to sentence structures to word choices and more, but hell. That’s so….technical.

What better way to show voice, to really feel it than by example?

So I thought about various books with strong voices, but there was a problem. They would all be describing something different. Plot, setting, characters – all different.

And then hit me, like a wave of pleasure. Oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. What I meant to say was that I realized the perfection example: the orgasm! The moment of climax! La petit mort! There’s a reason why we have all these names for it: because it’s almost indescribable, really. I say almost, because of course, it is described, quite frequently.

Welcome to the orgasm showcase. Or, since we’re analyzing voice here, you might call it the choir of orgasms These authors are all describing the same thing, but they do so quite differently. Pay attention, there’s a quiz later (no joke).

There is a mix of romance and erotica, a mix of male and female climaxes, a mix of sub genres: historical, paranormal, contemporary, etc. Although a sex scene might go on for pages, I tried to include only the passage that included the exact moment of climax and cut the scene right after. Check out word choice, sentence structure, explicitness. Even the length varies: it’s all voice!

So, without further ado, enjoy:

Orgasm 1:

Then she shifted her weight again and kissed him, her mouth warm, her tongue hungry. He lost all control. He kissed her back with the gentleness of an avalanche. His pelvis lifted from the bed despite all her exhortations to stay still. And he came hotly, endlessly, whispering incoherent words of relief and gratitude as he kissed and kissed her.

Orgasm 2:

I didn’t tell him to wait anymore, because I couldn’t speak. Moans I didn’t recognize as my own rose from me with increasing volume and wrenching, twisting spasms of pleasure curled inside me. I writhed under him, feeling him explore every nuance of me with shocking intimacy. My hips arched helplessly, and an aching emptiness inside me grew with each stroke of his tongue. I was being pushed to an edge I’d never experienced before, and it approached faster and faster. Bones increased the pressure, ratcheting up the intensity, and when his mouth finally settled on my clitoris and he sucked, I screamed.

Orgasm 3:

Dimly, he was aware of Ethan’s mouth covering his cock again, sucking him deep and tonguing his jerking shaft. And then the crisis was on him, and he was powerless to stop it. His buttocks tensed and flexed, and his pelvis rocked hard up against Ethan’s lips, thrusting as deeply into the other man’s mouth as he could. He threw back his head and cried out, long and hard, as the unstoppable rus of semen needled up through his cock like a hot, bright wire, shooting from the pulsing tip to splash in violent spurts against the back of Ethan’s throat.

He could feel his whole body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that seemed to go on forever. His channel contracted and convulsed around Ethan’s wicked finger, and his cock jerked and shuddered with the force of each eruption. Reflexively he arched his back and pulled hard against the shirt, letting his hips piston forward again and again as he shot fiercely into Ethan, felt the other man’s throat muscles work his shaft, milking it, as he swallowed.

Finally David lay still, his limbs suffused with languor, his body trembling and twitching in little aftershocks of pleasure.

Orgasm 4:

He stayed with me and surged over and over for the final few seconds until I could join him.

I did. And, again, I screamed.

But what was different about this time was that, though I wanted the release, I didn’t need it. The attachment I’d begun to feel had more to do with an emotion that defied physicality, however pleasurable.

Love?

Love.

Orgasm 5:

Cord pulled his cock out of her mouth and curled his big hand around her smaller one, pumping them together as he aimed and came on her chest. He groaned and closed his eyes, lost in bliss, but he sensed her studying every spurt, gauging his every reaction. Not clinically, but with the intention to learn exactly how to please her lover.

His hand fell to his thigh. He sagged to the cushions. Talk about a fucking mindblower.

Orgasm 6:

I leaned back, hips out, fingers clawed into her ass, holding her against me like some cum-receptacle as my ass flexed and body twitched in powerful contractions, sending my semen shooting in hard, houvy gouts deep into her quivering belly, one after another, each one accompanied by a burst of mind-shattering ecstasy. I could picture the hot white seed splattering her soft pink insides and dripping from her tissues, coating her with my thick ejaculate, and the image just brought fresh bursts of cum boiling up from my balls.

Orgasm 7:

She closed her eyes and opened her body, offering solace and love to equal his own. It hurt after all, but she hid it well, grasping his head and pulling it down for a deep kiss within which she disguised a soft moan. But soon the moan was dictated by pleasure instead of pain. He took her to the tallest tip of a tree, where she poised – a graceful bird at last, trembled upon the brink of flight, then soared for the first time. Becoming one with the sky, she called his name, twisting, lifting, reborn.

 

Now for a quiz! We’ll call this the Where’s Waldo of Orgasms.

Among this bunch there was a historical (one Victorian England, one WWII American), a contemporary erotica, a paranormal, one that can be termed women’s fiction/literary – can you tell which is which based on the voice?

There are a few “first time”s in the mix, can you spot it? One of them features a May-December couple (older man, younger woman), can you find it?

The answers are below… don’t scroll down if you don’t want spoilers!

 

 

 

 

1. Not Quite a Husband by Sherry Thomas (historical romance set in Victorian times)

2. Halfway to the Grave by Jeaniene Frost (paranormal, her first orgasm)

3. The Trap by Indigo Wren (contemporary M/M erotic romance, first time with a man)

4. According to Jane by Marilyn Brant (women’s fiction/literary with romantic elements)

5. Cowgirl Up and Ride by Lorelei James (contemporary western erotic romance, May-December)

6. A Good Student by Elliot Mabeuse (BDSM erotica)

7. Morning Glory by LaVyrle Spencer (American historical, her first orgasm)

So… how’d you do? Were there any that stood out to you and what did you like/dislike about them? Which one did you like the writing best? And possibly a different one, which one was the hottest (read: most arousing) for you?