Friday, February 12, 2016

Friday Frolics: The Sense of Taste

Hello, Friday!

It's Valentine's Day weekend and here in Ontario it's Family Day Monday, so a long weekend to rest up and stay warm. We've been lucky with a warmer winter this year, but this weekend we'll be seeing some frigid temperatures. Let's see how our HOT Musers can heat us up.

Today we're visiting our sense of taste. What is its importance to writing, to the genre? I keep going back to chocolate and its richness, especially mixed with strawberries.

Taste is important in my stories. Food plays a huge role in many of my scenes and gives the characters something to connect over besides sex. In The Bastard's Key, I write in a French chef as a secondary character, and all the associations the main characters have with him relate to the fantastic tastes of his culinary creations.

In Halfway Out of the Dark, one of the most romantic scenes of the story centers around cinnamon. It is a taste the hero remembers from his childhood and holds a special place in his heart now that it is a rarity. His lover leaves, but wins him back when he returns with cinnamon.

On a more sensual note, taste heightens a character's state of arousal. The salty flavor associated with a light sheen of sweat, or a flavored lubricant, add a spice to an already steamy sex scene.

And, of course, chocolate! Not much is more romantic than an exquisite chocolate melting in one’s mouth, the flavor mixed with a hint of coconut or a whisper of strawberry as you sit by a crackling fire with a glass of wine and a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Personally, I haven’t had many scenes where taste was involved. Errr…well…not in the sense of food that is. *smirks* However, there a couple of scenes in a few pieces I’ve been working on recently where the food involved is not of the “normal” variety. By that I mean, the fruits and vegetables aren’t what we’re accustomed to eating, strictly in the realm of fantasy there. In those pieces, I use taste as a part of the world building, making it pretty important. It’s showing the difference in my world compared to the “real” world we live in. The way the characters interact with the food and their personal comparisons between, let’s say, melons and citrus. If a Calanthian Hybrid has ever tasted those fruits that is. lol

Now, there are those teasing scenes, that every romance writer uses between their hero and heroine. You know, the chocolate and champagne, the strawberries and cream, I could go on and on with the different types of food used in romantic settings. Where the taste is enhanced and the food becomes (to me anyway) more flavor filled.

Now, I’m off to finish said scene…okay, maybe it won’t get finished, but it will get farther completed then it was before I started this. Wish me luck!

Our senses and use of them is both a lost ability and one that brings our characters into reality and our stories to life. I'll go back to an interview where an actor talked about another more seasoned actor and how he watched how the more experienced actor would react to the simplest of things. The bourbon may only have been iced tea, but the actor showed the smooth burn down the throat. He savoured the taste, but also looked at the amber colour in the glass in appreciation. For the younger actor it was a realization for future on how we react to something real is what we need to show our audience when it's not real.

For hot scenes, there are more bodily flavours which can be handled with sensual reactions, humour, or out and out wham-bam reactions. These add dimensions to the scene and mood.

Plus, it's fun to explore writing these senses into the stories. It reminds me to slow down and enjoy the little things like chocolate melting in my mouth and over my tongue. Add a raspberry and it's a living orchestra on my tongue that my whole body experiences.

Thank you for dropping over, we appreciate it. Have a fun weekend and hope to you see next week.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

She Wants/He Wants: Valentine’s Day


Valentine’s is a Sunday this year. Does this mean I plan for Saturday night or Sunday night? Order in or go out? Damn it’s also garbage night and the kids have school Monday. I think they have school Monday. She’ll be too rushed and tired. Won’t she?

Saturday night it is. Order in or go out? Who’ll watch the kids? Take the kids?

Flowers or chocolate…both? Didn’t the cat eat last year’s flowers? Who gets for the kids, me or her?

Would she kill me if I bought something sexy? Cute? Funny?

I’m deadmeat. No matter what, I’m going to end up in the doghouse.


1…Babysitter, aka grandparents overnight, for Saturday…check.

2…Reservations for dinner…check

3…new net bodysuit with smiley faces…check

4…chocolate dust…check

5…rose petals…check…antihistamine…check

6…brunch with kids and grandparents…check

7…pizza and beer ready…check and read to order.

Now, how long do I let him sweat it out?

Monday, February 8, 2016

Mistress Musella: Release, it’s all in the mind but setting helps

To be clear, I am talking sex and intimacy.

No, I’m not any professional – therapist or otherwise. I’m someone who has been through enough, talked enough, listened and observed those around me enough that I’m taking the time to voice what I’ve seen and learned.

Too many times we say no to our pleasures because our mind just isn’t in the mood. Hey, our bodies can, almost, always switch to being in the mood. Well, unless we’ve overdone anything…drink, drugs, anything physical, even sex, then our bodies may just crash completely on us.

The mind is in control and it fights to remain in control even when we try to shut it up. The very idea of relaxing and letting go when we have a pile of bills to pay, a bathroom needing cleaning, or the dust bunnies are staging an attack is damn near impossible to think about. We’re not taught to have fun. We’re not taught to play. We’re conditioned to work. We’re trained to make sure the house is spotless just in case someone drops over. We’ve even been taught that sex is something you keep quiet behind locked doors. Something you don’t talk about, but something you possibly should schedule ahead of time.

Boring. Mundane. Let’s make the sex appointment between the dentist appointment and the Gynecologist. Oops, nope, won’t work, there’s…whatever.

Sex and the physical/emotional/mental release it gives needs our attention. We should not deprive ourselves of the well-being this simple act offers. Nor should we give in to it because someone demands/forces/guilts us. Without the mutual…or individual…permission the release isn’t the high we need. It gets turned into the dread or worse, the fear.

Our release starts in our minds…our partner(s)’ mind(s)…so, someone should go now and escort those dust bunnies out, clean the toilet, put the bills aside for the working hours, do something to create the setting to release your someone(s)’ mind(s).

It’s time to play.