Ravenous Wednesday with Lisa Lane

Ah, what a lovely day it is!

It's Ravenous Wednesday and our special guest author today is Lisa Lane! Lisa has been our guest author before on Ravenous Wednesday and her posts are always unique, thought-provoking, and just plain fun to read. This post, about the Art of Sexuality, is no exception.

As a special treat, Lisa has also included an extremely sexy excerpt from her Ravenous Romance release (that's an RRR) LUST IN SPACE, a must read for fans of '50s Sci-Fi movies and Star Trek. Lisa's affection for the genre comes through clearly in the humor and total space opera fun, not to mention all the interesting, exotic and erotic sex scenes. (Note: There's also a PG rated version called LOVE IN SPACE as part of HSN's Escape With Romance collection of Ravenous Romance books. ) So curl up with your favorite beverage (you know I have them all in stock here) and join Lisa here at Un:Bound!

My thanks to Inara LaVey, Hegel Rat, and the rest of the Un:Bound team for having me again. I always have so much fun with the Ravenous authors and Un:Bound readers, and Un:Bound is always such a gracious host. It is my pleasure today that I share with you my thoughts on the beauty in erotic art.

The Art of Sexuality

Like language, the human form is infinitely variable. While the ideal might encompass only a given range, it too varies among tastes and style. For me, a beautiful body—male or female—is like a perfect collection of prose: While the media might be different, their artistic value is the same. Compare the contour of the neckline or the curve of the chest and hips to the flow of alliteration or the splendor of hyperbaton. Both have the potential to arouse, to tease, and to enrich, while feeding the emotions, the body, and the soul.

Writing erotica has roused a newfound appreciation for the artistic value in the body. As much as I enjoy writing about fun and different physical sensations through my characters’ various perspectives, I also enjoy experimenting with the canvas of my own body. Perhaps I’ve lived in Las Vegas for too long, but I’ve become quite the exhibitionist. I love dressing up for my husband, painting my face, and wearing my hair down for a night of photo taking and lovemaking. I enjoy the act of using my own body as art, and I love the inspiration that comes with it. With sensual release comes intellectual release; with the appreciation of the body comes an appreciation for the words that might correspond to it.

In my erotica, I strive to evoke in my readers the intensity and passion one might encounter through any other physical or expressive art. It is my endeavor to stimulate the senses and take hold of the mind and body, creating a total-body experience with my words and a rush of pleasure and emotion with my prose. I think it is important, no matter what genre an author writes, never to forget the artistic value of language: Words are like shards of glass. On their own, they are of little value—but when placed together in just the right way, they have the potential to form mosaics of great masterpiece. Erotica is no exception.

Following is a passage I particularly enjoyed from my erotic science fiction novel, LUST IN SPACE. Background: almost the entire crew of Pandora’s Hope has been infected with a space flu that has rendered them helpless to their physical desires. After learning that exercise hastens the recovery time, Captain Nora Bradley and First Officer Robert Smith go to the gym for a sparring match.

Robert reluctantly turned back to her, relieved when she pretended not to notice. They both moved into their stances, their eyes locked as they circled. The sight of Roberts hard-on made Nora wet. The room suddenly felt 10 degrees hotter.
“You know things would be different between us if I wasn’t your captain,” she said.
He nodded. “I’ve wanted you ever since we were classmates at the academy. I should have said something back then, but I was afraid you would reject me.”
“But we really should keep things professional now, given our positions,” he said.
She nodded. “Yes. We should keep things professional.”
Robert threw a punch and hit Nora in the solar plexus. She backed off, raised her arms, and took a moment to catch her breath.
“One more round,” Robert said, turning to adjust himself. The tension between them was maddening.
“One more round,” she repeated. Nora pulled her body upright, suddenly sweating profusely. She swallowed hard. “Is it just me, or is it incredibly hot in here?”
“It feels pretty hot.” Robert took a deep breath. “It must be the virus.”
“We could keep things professional if I was to fight the last round in my underwear, right?” she asked.
“What if someone walks in?”
“Lock the door,” she said.
Robert’s breath escaped him. “Of course.” He moved to the door and flipped the switch.
Nora peeled off her sweaty suit, relieved to feel the cool air against her clammy skin. Her bra and panties were saturated. Beads of sweat dripped from her body. Robert stood by the door, staring at her, unable to move. His penis stood rock-hard, pulsating at the terrible thoughts of what he would do to her if given the chance.
“You should take off your suit, too,” she said, breathing hard. “I would have an unfair advantage—I could grab a sleeve.” It took all her strength to keep from touching herself.
“That would be unfair,” Robert said, unable to shake the thought of driving into her until she screamed.
“One more round,” she said, “then you can go.”
“Okay,” he said, stripping as he slowly returned to the mat.
Nora looked down at the erection peeking out of Robert’s boxers. She clenched down, imagining him inside her. He wasn’t incredibly long, but his shaft was impressively thick. Her mind filled with the fantasy of the feel of him extending into her, forcefully expanding her lonely depths and filling her completely. Nora imagined him going quick and hard, and again fought off the impulse to drive her fingers into herself as deeply as they would go. “Ready?” she asked, ignoring another dizzy spell.
Robert nodded. “Whenever you are.”
Nora fell into her stance. “Let’s do this.”
They began to circle, holding an equal distance between them.
Nora threw a punch to his chest. Robert parried. Punch. Parry.
Punch, punch.
Parry, parry.
Nora threw a kick to Robert’s floating rib and made light contact. He immediately retaliated with a light jab to the stomach and a sweep to her legs.
They grappled for a moment before Robert took Nora down onto her stomach. Slick with sweat, her muscles spent, she went limp as he twisted one of her arms behind her back. She felt his erection press up against her, and she spread her legs.
Robert moved her wet panties to the side and plunged himself into her. They sighed and gasped at the same time, the release overwhelming. He let go of Nora’s arm and drove into her again. Her hands balled into tight fists. “I couldn’t help it,” he whispered into her ear.
“Harder!” she cried.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he continued, driving harder.
“No one has to know,” she breathed. “I won’t say anything,” he moaned.
Nora raised her ass into the air, shifting to her knees. “Oh, God! Harder!” *SNIP! With nearly all of the crew abandoning post, asteroids have begun to hit the ship. . . .*
The lights flickered again and gravity control failed. The two began to float blindly through the dark room. Still, they continued to pump into one another, the need for sexual gratification too strong for either of them to refuse.
“I wonder what’s going on,” Robert said.
“Someone else will figure it out,” Nora said, clinging to him.
With gravity no longer weighing them down, Nora and Robert were able to move more freely. Their bodies came together in an amazing aerial dance. Nora wrapped her legs around Robert’s waist as he continued to drive into her, her hair caressing his face in surreal, delicate waves. “Maybe we’re dead, and this is Heaven,” Robert speculated aloud.
“I always imagined Heaven would be brighter than this,” Nora said, “although I couldn’t imagine spending my death any better way.”
Neither was able to think clearly enough to process anything beyond a fleeting thought. Nothing mattered—not even their survival—except the next orgasm.
“I love you,” Nora said.
“I love you, too,” Robert replied. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
“You couldn’t. It’s okay. I understand.”
She found his lips and they kissed. A surge of adrenaline moved through both of them, their hearts racing against one another. Nora locked her ankles behind Robert and rocked her hips against his. He kicked into the air in attempt to bring her even closer. They found a slow, satisfying rhythm and moved together as one.
Beads of sweat and semen circled them like cool bubbles, bursting on contact and drifting off into the darkness. Time seemed to stop. The rest of existence had fallen away to leave them alone, moving as in a singularly desperate embrace.

I hope the passage was as enjoyable for you to read as it was for me to write. LUST IN SPACE is available through Ravenous Romance and Amazon’s Kindle Store.

For more information on my writing, visit my website at http://www.cerebralwriter.com. To read more about my erotica, or for a list of my other erotic works, visit my blog at http://newsensuality.blogspot.com.

Thanks so much for stopping by!
Lisa Lane