Nether Lips and Orbs – prudish lesbian sex

I love writing lesbian fiction, and I love reading it too. Often, the most enjoyable parts of a romantic story are when people get together and make love. Good fiction doesn’t demand good sex, but sexy bedroom scenes definitely contribute to good fiction. I love being transported to realms of delight where the heat between the sheets burns my fingers.

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I find writing bedroom scenes (or by the pool scenes, or countless other locations my creative characters have ended up in) tricky. I mean, it is. I’ll give a dollar for every synonym over five for “whisper” or “moan” or “gasp” that you email me.

But at least I try, and readers are generous enough to let me know that I’m on the right track.

So why is that a lot of lesbian authors are, well, prudish, or resort to archaic words that are coy, or downright silly?

Take breasts, for example. Breasts are breasts. So why call them ‘orbs’, as in “her own generous orbs”? I mean?

Now, I don’t use the word ‘cunt’ a lot, but there is a time and place, generally when things are reaching boiling point. But I have never written about the ‘delta of Venus’. As in, “the patch of red hair at her delta of Venus…” Surely, it’s crazy? Again, it seems coy to me.

Which brings me to one of my bete noirs – calling labia “nether lips” – as in “I felt a mouth settle over my nether lips”. Quite apart from picturing an alien space craft landing down there, ‘my nether lips’ is prudish in the extreme. (As it happens, I have an interest in this as it is first mentioned in Chaucer’s The Miller’s Tale which, perhaps, explains a delight in ass worship, but I digress.)


My rant isn’t over, and I’ll continue this in a day or two. In the meantime, how about this delightful description of Sapphic love? “..  poking at her G-spot…” Ouch!