In recent months I’ve often wondered why there seems to be so much kink in erotica. Why do so many writers choose to write about characters that are immersed in the world of BDSM or fetish? The only reason I can come up with is that BDSM, kinky sex, adventurous sex, call it what you will, allows the writer an almost infinite number of ways in which their characters can have sex. If you can think it up you can make them do it that way; from a simple flogging to non-con via an ogiastic excess of partner swapping, boot blacking, pony play and countless other proclivities.
Why do we as authors and readers need such variety? Not that I’m against variety or experimentation in sex either imagined or real, but if our characters have to have sex every few pages then its easy to assume that the sex has to be different every time, which is why letting them get their kink on is so handy. We can use the paraphernalia around sex to make the sex interesting and different, but isn’t there a risk here? Aside from the fact not every reader will be attracted by kink heavy content, aren’t we running the risk of our characters doing rather than feeling sex? If we concentrate too hard on how the hands were bound don’t we run the risk of losing sight of how it felt to be bound or the emotions or intent behind the need to tie or be tied.
Let’s not forget, sex can be the same positions with the same person, sex can be familiar and friendly, it can be the same, repetitive movements made different by feelings and mood.
While I love to read a beautifully crafted sex scene of deliciously foreign fetish, I also want to read about intimacy and intent, which may or may not go hand in hand with the kink, as writers we shouldn’t rely on kink to short cut us to variety in our work. At the moment I’m working on several different stories, you can find some of Performance and In Vitro here on the blog, and while they all include sex that explores fetish and kink I’ve also wanted to delve into the nature of everyday sex. Is it possible to have an erotic story with sex between the same two characters that doesn’t require a fork lift truck of equipment and footnotes providing further reading? Can I write sweet, creamy, luscious vanilla sex in a way that is compelling, realistic but not repetitive? I hope so, but yes, I’ve been something of a coward and made my task easier by including the odd crop wielding dominatrix or exhibitionist episode.
I’d be interested to hear your views, is there too much kink in your ink?