COCK? DICK? PENIS? What is it? - BL MORTICIA

Cock? Dick? Penis? What is it?

BLMorticia

Greetings friends!

Your wicked gal is back with a post about cock…or is it dick…or penis? Have I got your attention yet?

*grins*

Good. Okay so, what do YOU call it? When your hands touch yours or someone else’s you might say, dick or cock. Do you say the clinical word of penis? How about the word phallus? Oh and then the hard plastic thing you play with. What do you call that? A dong? A penis? A hard plastic cock? Who knows!

This conversation recently came up in the Facebook group I belong to with bunches of other erotica romance writers and fans, specifically fellow Rebel Ink author, Kharisma Rayne. She mentioned how she had overused the word cock in her WIPs I believe and I mentioned that I thought it was okay to overuse the word because some of the other names for it don’t hold the same appeal. I mean, dick? It’s a name right? Short for Richard and when you’re talking about cock or dick you really don’t want to mention the length in the same sentence. I digress, I’ve used it though so moving along. *laughs*

How about member?

ACK! Member of what? Oh my God. I’ve seen it in books and I just cringe when I see it. It doesn’t take away my love for any story when I do read the word but I might twitch my nose or shrug a little.

How about phallus? I like the word but that too seems a little scientific. When I’ve mentioned the word it’s usually talking about a toy. *laughs*

How about manhood? I’ve used that. One of my editors doesn’t like that word either but I find that adequately describes a part of the male anatomy. I know Michael uses that a lot. *grins* He feels more comfortable with that than the word cock.

Lastly, the penis word. Umm, that’s the scientific term and usually the one we heard in health class in high school. When we did, everyone snickered, especially when our middle aged teacher said it. You as a parent might’ve used it when talking to your kids about sex. The penis goes into the ladies vagina… Oh boy. Did you turn red and feel embarrassed? Ask Sharita about that one when talking to her son. My point, I suppose in those situations, it’s perfectly fine but in erotica writing? Ummm…

*sighs*

I know I’ve struck a few chords with any erotica or romance writers out there reading this post. BL, what the hell do I say then? We’re taught not to use the same word twice!

 So very true and that’s why I’ve deferred to some of my favorites that don’t include the ones that make me cringe.

Sword? Well, I rarely use that but it is an alternative. How about rod? Yep, I believe I’ve used that as well. It doesn’t sound too bad does it? She stroked his rod while their tongues tangled in a hot embrace. Okay, not too bad. Better than dick hmm?

Hardened muscle? All of us muses use that a lot. I mean, one of my editors said the cock isn’t a muscle but my argument is it swells when there’s pressure right? Kind of like your back or arm muscles when you exercise them? *laughs* So, I use that.

More? Length or spear. Okay, I haven’t really used that latter one. Hard flesh? More of a Michaelism, Michael Mandrake that is, since he’s so damn proper. Whatever we call it, it’s yummy and we erotic writers try our best to be unique and get our point across with whatever we use.

So writers take those suggestions and run with them. Readers, no you know our secrets and the dilemmas we go through to be different. Want more words? Check out this sex dictionary. Even some of these I’d never use because they made me cringe but for kicks have a look. Sex-Lexis.com

Hope you’ve enjoyed this post. Let me give you an example of what I’ve done when writing a sex scene. Thanks for listening to me as always.

BIO: BLMorticia considers herself the snarky and wicked side of author Sharita Lira so expect her to tap into the taboo and unleash her fantasies on the world through her words. When not writing, she does biweekly posts at fellow author Blak Rayne’s blog, BRB Blog, posts with Rawiya at Erotic Diaries and a feature with fellow Rebel Cassandre Dayne called the Wicked Women Wednesdays.

For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com and to ask any questions, email srlmort71@gmail.com

 My Lieutenant Blurb:

Official Blurb: Nathan Ellerby's apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn't like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan's shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he's already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant's divorced and he's straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.

 Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he's worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.

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“Nathan…” he called my name, taking my hand inside his. “Can’t you let me in? Stop building that wall between us. I want this Nathan Ellerby. Give me a chance.” Bryant took his free hand, running his fingers through my long hair.

I moved my head slightly to look into those dark, brown irises again. We leaned into each other, and within moments, my lips were on top of his. His hands roamed my skin, pinching, teasing my nipples. They became taut under his touch. From there, one hand moved to my crotch. My cock immediately took notice. I reached out to him and he continued fondling me. I slipped my hand to the space between his legs. “Damn Lieutenant,” I growled rubbing his erection through his pants.

“Hmm?” Bryant smiled, combing my long strands.

I moved in closer, rubbing my head against his chin. His breaths turned into pants. I swore I could feel myself spurting again.

Both of us were breathing heavily, staring at one another with our hands on each others’ cocks.

“No wonder you were in command. You really know how to strategize don’t you?” I began helping him take off his fitted tee shirt. Once I had it off, I moved closer, licking around the edge of his nipple before biting it.

“Oohhh…yes,” he exhaled. I continued going down the center of his chest to his navel. “I was…pretty good at it, too. My attack methods weren’t so bad either.” Lightly, he pushed me to sit upright so he could unzip his slacks. He slipped them from his waist before reaching down, pulling them off his ankles.

Fuck!

Once again, my mouth felt like the desert. He was truly breathtaking. His body was like the sculptures I’d admired in some famous art galleries. I gasped at the sight of his erection, enjoying the steady amount of precum, dripping from the tip. His manly musk was intoxicating. I was falling under his spell. I moved closer to him, opening my mouth to take a sample but he stopped me, shoving me back on the couch.

I lay back, pulling my tee shirt over my head. He slid my trousers off my waist. With every spot he uncovered, he planted a kiss on my flesh. My nipples and cock stiffened even more. My body was on fire and the pain from my erection was more apparent. I tossed my shirt aside and Bryant yanked my denims away, dropping them to the floor.

“Oooh Goooddd…Bryannnttt…” I moaned, gripping the back of his neck. He rubbed his body against mine, pressing our cocks together, jerking them repeatedly.

“Nathan…damn, you feel so good.” He stopped promptly before moving upwards, hovering over my body. Bryant pressed his lips on top of mine. His tongue settled in my mouth, laying it down for the count.

“Bryant, yes.” I wanted him inside me in the worst way but I knew it wasn’t a great idea. I would settle for a more heated groping session and maybe…

Before I could really think, he moved downward, resting his head between my legs. His luscious lips were around the top of my cock. Bryant’s tongue played with the foreskin, licking the pre-passion juice.

“Bryant…” I kept whispering his name while forcing him into my crotch. He eagerly took my dick between his lips. It wasn’t perfect. I felt his teeth on my skin, but it made it more pleasurable. Not bad for an amateur. “Oohh shiiiittt…”

“Mhmm…” he groaned. Bryant sucked harder, fondling my balls.

My balls drew up against my body while all the fine hairs on my arms and legs were standing on end. I wasn’t ready to cum. I pulled on his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “Bryannt, please…”

He looked up at me before taking my lips again. “Nathan, I been waiting for this.”

I had too but I wasn’t ready to go fully into sex just yet. I only wanted some of the pleasure to happen now so when we knew each another better, the actual act would be much hotter. I’d see just how much he cared about being with me. Was he in a rush to have sex or did he really have the intentions on being my man?

Was that cheating? Yes? Dirty? Absolutely. Especially since he seemed more than hot for me at this point, but so was I. I was horny as hell and here I was turning down a chance for him to take me to bed just because I wanted him to prove how much he liked me. Sick, huh?