Before I even tried to write these scenes, and because procrastination is important, I searched the internet for legitimate sexy writing toolkits. This is harder (tee hee!) than you might think. I thought I struck gold when I came across Harlequin's "How to write the perfect romance!" guidelines. I was sadly mistaken. This is a sample of their best bits of advice:
While the cutesy hearts and frowny faces were appreciated, all I could really think was "What the eff? Where is the dirty thesaurus?"
So here's a sneak peek at what I wrote on my own. It's pretty tame compared to the other one that's in my manuscript, which my Catholic guilt (however lapsed it may be) will not permit me to post. But it's a start:
He kissed me again, desperately this time, and we fell back onto the carpet. He bumbled with my pants and didn’t bother to take off my shirt. I could tell that he hadn’t been with a woman in some time because once I undid his fly and he climbed on top of me, it was already over. This wasn’t quite as I’d fantasized things—in a four-poster bed. On a boat. Floating across the Nile. After a tornado had torn both of our clothes off—and I felt awkward as hell. But it was enough to get me even more attached to him, to stake some sort of superior claim over his body.
There. Now let's never speak of this again.