I’ve been doing this writing thing for a while now. Two years in fact (give or take a week or two). What I’ve found above all other things, is that I cannot write anything without injecting a bit of humour. My humour.
Those of you who know me, understand that there are three versions of me. There’s me, as you see me here, there’s DSB and there’s Ileandra Young. Whatever name I happen to be using at the time, there will be a hint of humour in the writing.
‘But,’ I hear you cry, ‘you write erotica. Surely sex isn’t funny?’
Real sex—and I mean real world sex, not the stuff you see in movies, or read about in some books—is hysterical. Think about the noises we make, the faces we make, the hair in the mouths, awkward cramps and misfire of certain fluids. At the time, I’ll grant you, it’s mortifying, but if the human race didn’t rely on on sex to keep going I doubt we’d do much of it: we’d be too busy laughing to get down and dirty.
Now . . . don’t misunderstand me; I don’t write my books this way. My characters,when the time is right, do get to strip off (or not) and have a good time. But at the back of my mind, there’s always the voice saying ‘How can I make this more real?’ ‘How can I really make this stick out in the mind of my readers, rather than making it just another sex scene?’ My answer, usually, is to inject some humour. Yes, even into the BDSM stories.
Take Sugar Dust; a drama following an established D/s couple Daniel Scotney and Karen Owusu. I open the story with the pair in the middle of a scene, Dan ordering Karen to service him while she kneels in a metal play cage heavily bound. Before the first 1,000 words are up, we discover that Dan has no only lost the keys required release Karen from the cage, but that he also has to collect his conservative and rather nosy parents from the train station as a result of their sudden decision to make a surprise visit. Dan’s solution to this is to phone his best friend (who, fortunately for him, happens to be a handyman) to free Karen from the cage while he drives off to collect his parents.
The humour from this situation and the scene itself, comes not from what has happened (though losing the key is kinda funny), but from what the characters do in response. Dan’s unconcious decision is to panic and call his friend, rather than take a breath and think rationally. Karen’s response is to cuss and scream and promise pain the moment she is freed. I find humour stems from personality, looking at a character and saying ‘Well that was a daft way to handle this situation.’ Not only is this a grand device to control the ebb and flow of tension, but it allows my readers to get a look into my character’s heads that they might not otherwise get.
A trick I intend to keep using over and over. ;-)
Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?
As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?
About The Author:
Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym. She is, according to most . . . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.
Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.
Her interests include badly produced porn, chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at women who wear ‘stupid shoes’ and/or skinny jeans.