When I see someone that stirs an interest in me, I picture them naked.

I don't mean naked as in smooth skin, tanned body, seductive smile. I mean naked as in a sweaty back and thighs, flushed skin, involuntary spasms with eyes shut tight and mouth wide open. Anything less is a waste of my imagination.

As a reader/editor/writer of erotica, I feel the same way. There doesn't have to be a sex scene in every single chapter. The kind of reader that is keeping a tally of sex scenes and positions in order to like a story is probably still in middle school and not allowed to read what we publish. Quality over quantity, people, and don't hold back when you do meld those hips together. It's not like sex is new and only recently discovered. The body parts are all the same, the ins and outs, the race for home base. So when you get to that point where someone reaches out and pulls a body (willing or unwilling) close, then do what you have to do and make the reader believe you really did re-invent sex. Don't hold back and remember that sex is messy, sounds weird at times, has its own unique aroma, and makes us lose control.

Don't hold back.