How many ways are there to write sex scenes?

As a writer, it is obviously a great sin not to write sex scenes.

I'm afraid no one knows how many ways to write sex scenes. A writer may not be able to finish it even if he is poor all his life.

But today, I had a whim and wanted to try. Can a sex scene be written in different ways?

let's assume that a couple of men and women, the woman is an old driver, the man is still a simple teenager, and the woman guides the man to complete his love.

let's try and write several feelings.

the martial arts version

sword is the most common sword.

The hand holding the sword is a tender hand.

the owner of the hand is very young.

young face, young neck and young body.

everything is young, except the eyes.

The young man with a sword has bright eyes.

brighter than the sparks in the blacksmith shop.

brighter than the stars tonight.

she likes to watch him hold a sword.

When a teenager holds a sword, he looks like a stone carving.

cold, hard and angular.

Just looking at her, she already felt naked riding on a melting iceberg.

cold, moist and trembling.

she stepped forward and touched him.

Touch his face. The five senses are mountains. Good mountains have good water.

Touching his chest is as hard as a rock, tapping his thin bones and making a copper sound.

Touch his sword, which is a teenager's antenna and his weapon to measure this world.

her whole body is soft, soft into glutinous rice dumplings, soft into clouds, soft into a pool of water.

A teenager's eyes are just two flames.

from above nine days, from the depths of the center of the earth.

when he looked at her, she felt that she was on fire.

she was eaten by him, and her white teeth were bitten off and broken between his lips and teeth.

he made her start to rain, one drop, two drops, trickling down until it poured down.

She drowned him and let him indulge in his own body, forgetting the future and never falling back.

Magic Realism

The donkey raised by a woman grows up gradually.

at night, if it is quiet enough, you can hear the donkey mumbling.

The donkey's soliloquy seems to involve its past life:

My past life was a horse, and I was so good at running that the scenery around me was blurred and my mane flew like a flag in the wind during my running. Every day, my master bragged to his neighbors that this beast webbed his hoofs and ran faster than a lie. But I have become a donkey in this life. Donkeys are a lower species than horses. Horses belong to grasslands, while donkeys belong to cultivated land. I have grasslands in my heart, but now I can only be chained here and live with a woman who lives alone. Every morning, a woman stares at my fifth leg in a daze, and I can't recognize the meaning in her eyes. I don't know what she wants, but I know she is as lonely as me. Her loneliness is essentially a kind of loneliness that I was a horse in my previous life and a donkey in this life. I was a donkey who wanted to be a horse, but I didn't make a horse. I can only spend my running time listening and observing.

many secrets in the world can't be kept from me.

Let me tell you a secret. There are only two springs in the town that will never dry up: the fountain of youth in the depths of Changming Mountain and the vagina of this woman who lives alone in the old house.

every month, the residents in the town have the same dream, dreaming that the town was flooded by a huge flood, which spared all the flowers and plants and insisted on chasing people and animals.

More than one person heard that the flood flooded people and animals, and when they saw people and animals struggling in the water, they gave a crisp and sweet laugh.

The residents are mentally disturbed by this endless dream.

under the auspices of the mayor, the wizard was invited.

Where the wizard speaks firmly and unquestionably, the flood in the dream will come true, and the flood comes from that woman's vagina, and that woman is the curse of the whole town.

The residents were going to bury women in the chaotic graves deep in Changming Mountain, but the wizard stopped them.

The wizard told the residents that killing people would only arouse the anger of heaven. Now the only solution is to sacrifice himself, share a room with a woman on a full moon night, and save the poor woman who was bent over by evil spirits with the wizard's deified body.

the residents agreed.

men's eyes are shining, and women are relieved.

On the moonless night, the wizard brought sixty lemons and asked the woman to squeeze them into juice in front of him and pour them into a wooden bucket with boiling hot water. The woman should take a bath first.

Before the washing was finished, the wizard jumped in, like a toad in heat, plopping desperately in the water.

At this time, the teenager rushed in, and the moonlight of that night was still flowing in his hair.

The woman was surprised to find that at the other end of the juvenile sickle handle, there was a whole meniscus.

The wizard didn't react until his head was cut off by a sickle, and he kept jumping around the room, singing strange ballads until the teenager kicked his head off and the unsolvable sentences in the ballad were scattered all over the floor.

A teenager picking up a woman from the water is like delivering a baby girl from the womb.

The woman hugged him, pestering him like the snake that finally lured men and women to eat apples, with meat sticking to meat and soul sticking to soul.

The teenager told the woman in her ear that if you are really the source of the flood, let me stop you.

Teenagers collide with women, just like the legend from the far east, where Nu Wa filled the gap in the sky with colorful stones.

There is only one woman between boys and men.

that night, the boy became a man.

I long for one day, I wake up from the fierce sunshine, and my appearance is reflected in the sink. I wish to change back into a fine horse and measure the universe with my running hooves.

Romance novels

On her twentieth birthday, I took her to an inn near the school. It was my first birthday present.

The hotel room number is 836, and the traffic on the North Road is opposite.

I brought an Orleans roast chicken and a bottle of red wine.

We ate roast chicken and drank red wine, watched the night in the north, and finally began to care for each other and prepare for this grand ceremony.

it was the first time in my life that I entered a girl's body.

At that moment, I was Wu Lingren, and she was the Peach Blossom Garden. I am a piece of wood with bark. She is a high-speed cutting machine, and I am waiting to be cut by her.

I went deep into the center of the earth and felt the tremor from the depths of the earth. I felt that my soul was going to break through my forehead, and I felt that I was going to burn to ashes. I firmly grasped the girl's shoulder, such as the spring vines around the trees, such as the old trees with roots, such as the pine and cypress that insisted on the green hills. I was afraid that I would emerge naked and become immortal, and I would live a complete life from now on, coming naked and going naked.

I held her in my arms. Outside, a car drove by, the wind blew the curtains, and the moon just came out of the cave. All I could think about was that I would only go for one person in my life and love one person in my life.

classical novel chapter

Pan Jinlian: If you have the heart, eat my half-cup of wine.

Wu Song took it and looked up and drank.

Pan Jinlian felt itchy when he saw Wu Song drinking, and looked at Wu Song with a glad eye: Uncle is a good drinker. I don't know how much to drink to get drunk.

Wu Song doesn't hide from Pan Jinlian's eyes. If the wine is good, Wu Song will be drunk after drinking one altar and one sip.

When Pan Jinlian heard Wu Song say this, he realized that he was seven or eight points, and he was close to Wu Song, trying to be soft in Wu Song's arms.

Wu Song stopped: Sister-in-law, wait a minute. I wonder when my brother will come back?

pan Jinlian said, your brother won't come back until he sells all the cooking cakes.

posturing will fall again.

Wu Song stopped Pan Jinlian's shoulders and said, "Sister-in-law, as the saying goes, romantic tea and wine are matchmakers. Since she drank the wine, does sister-in-law want to know why Wu Song killed the blade?

Pan Jinlian is in no mood to listen to all this. It's soft and fragrant, just perfunctory: the big bug eats people and dies well.

Wu Song shook his head, saying, The big bug has nothing to do with my well water, and has never tried to eat me. That day, I was drunk and passed by Jingyanggang. I fell to the ground and fell asleep. Soon, a male worm gave me a dream. The way is that his mother, a male worm, cheated on herself and made love affairs with a lion. The male worm found out that she was fighting with the lion, but she lost to the lion and died.

after I woke up, I happened to meet the female worm, and I remembered the dream. I was not angry. When the gentleman saw the injustice, he wore the eternal knife in his chest and immediately killed the female worm alive. Sister-in-law also saw the tragic scene of the female blade. Do you think the female blade should die?

After listening to this, Pan Jinlian felt cold sweat on his back, and then he plunged into Wu Song's arms: Uncle, you don't listen to anything I say today. Your brother is three inches old, and I am grass widow day and night. I wish I were dead. If I tasted husband and wife today, it would be worth dying under my uncle's stick.

Wu Song suddenly jumped up, took off his clothes, and showed it to Pan Jinlian. Wu Song entered Shaolin Temple when he was young, and he was abstinent. Every day, he saw monks, which was not very important to women. After a long time, what mattered degenerated, and he was just as strong as he wanted. Otherwise, how did sister-in-law think I killed the female blade?

Wu Song walked into the street and breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered that the master of Shaolin Temple taught himself the art of shrinking the sun into the abdomen. It was originally a game kung fu, but unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

it is important to master a skill.

Poetic style

Now

she is standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom

combing her long hair that I just messed up

There is a birthmark on her ass that is as changeable as a cloud

From different angles

I can always see different shapes

What does this mean?

I asked her

and she smiled and said

This is the mark of my past life

so that my lover in the past life can find me

I don't think so

This is a symbol of lewdness

I told her seriously

Do you like it?

She asked me

that I like it more than you think

and

that you also saved the pain and money of tattooing

an hour ago

she had a delicate makeup

more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen

I heard that

a woman is willing to show you an angle that no one has ever seen before

That proves that she has. I can easily tell the color of her lipstick

the length of her eyelashes

and the smoke ring she spits out

but I am not.

Fortunately, I have a window facing south

a big bed measuring two meters by two meters

enough to hold her present

her past

everything she has visited.