Friday Spotlight: Angelica Dawson
Can you imagine reading along in your favourite erotic romance, the couple is arranging themselves on the bed. He lifts one of her thighs in anticipation of deeper penetration…
and she screams out, flinching, tugging her leg back as a wicked cramp runs up her calf.
No? Can’t imagine a writer would put that in or can’t imagine it happening? The first, right? Who doesn’t love sex in fiction? Our partners can be idealized models of masculinity or femininity, they are more flexible, strong, and capable than the average person (and probably any person outside the porn industry . In fiction, the partner knows exactly what we want with minor urging.
Here’s another: Can you imagine a couple settled in, both hot and ready and one says, “just a little lower. No, a little higher. No, that’s not it either. No, no, you just past it. Here, right here, see?”
Yeah, fictitious sex is awesome, especially when you start getting into the fantastical. Here you have vampires that really bite into you, eat you, etc. You have were creatures with endurance and stamina beyond human levels. You have mind readers who can not only see if they’re doing the right things, they can feel them along with you.
The vampires in Blue Moon House, my novella, have an aphrodisiac in their saliva. They bite you, or kiss you, and you are instantly horny. Where can I get a bottle of that?!
Why do we have real sex again? Oh yeah, paper cuts and electronic failure.