B.L. Wilde's Do's and Don'ts for Writing Erotica

B.L. Wilde is author of the new erotic novel, Roadside Service. She's with us today to give some writing tips, plus an excerpt from her novel and a Rafflecopter giveaway! The widget is at the end of the post. Enjoy!

B.L. Wilde
I may have only been writing erotica for just over three years, but I’ve learnt a lot of tips along the way. When I look back at the first piece of ‘erotica’ I wrote, I cringe at some of the terminology I used.

Here are a few basics when it comes to writing Erotica:

1. Like so many other genres, remember to show…not tell. When writing steamy love scenes, it’s better to let your reader immerse themselves into the scene, rather than have them feeling like a peeping Tom hiding behind a curtain.

2. Don’t let the sex take over the story. This is a simple tip, but it is so easily done when writing Erotica. Sometimes the build-up is better than the main event.

3. Remember that the big ‘O’ doesn’t always happen every time. Okay, so it’s fiction, but if you want it to be realistic, you n
eed to think about your characters. Would it really happen every time? Are your characters that in-tune with each other as soon as they meet? I’ve heard these sex studs exist, somewhere, but is your male lead one? I have to admit—I’ve created one in my new Erotica Series. He is a real animal. You can feel my two leads’ sexual connection right away, but remember, you need to make it believable.

4. Groaning…less is more. That’s all you need to know on that subject.

5. When naming certain ‘private’ parts of the body, try and be varied. There are many names and ways to describe body parts. If you’re going to give them an actual name like ‘Frank’ or ‘Polly’, try and do it in humor. It’s just weird if not. ;)

6. Dialogue in between love scenes. Remember most people become very intimate after making love. These are where most of your deep conversations would occur. Use that space to your advantage.

7. Don’t be afraid of going into detail in a love scene. It’s Erotica. If you don’t like it once you’ve reread it, you can take it out.

8. Go with what your feelings when you write. Don’t become sidetracked by what is and isn’t selling in the charts. This is advice I’d give any writer. Don’t hold back. It’s your story. Take it in the direction you want to. You never know, you could be writing the next best seller.

9. Now, reading these back. I’ve realized some of these points I still do. But that’s the great thing about writing—everyday you’re improving. :)

10. Keep working at it. Never give up.

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Roadside Service

Cover Design by Jo Matthews
Genre: Erotica
Scheduled Release: September 27, 2013


When fate brings you face-to-face with what your heart desires, how can you ignore it?

Violet Weathers, the world’s top supermodel, is in Omaha, Nebraska for two weeks shooting a campaign for a new skincare line that she’s the fresh new face of.

When her car breaks down on the way to the hotel, she is rescued by a hot mechanic who just might make her stay in Omaha more bearable.


By nine o’clock, I had given up hope that Blake would show. He wasn’t even willing to hear me out and I was furious! I couldn’t go and find him, either, because I had no idea where he lived. Fine! If that was how he wanted to be, I wouldn’t waste any more time thinking about him…or about his lips, fingers, or amazing body…damn it!

I decided a hot shower would help to calm my nerves, and it did a little. I wanted to order a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream, but Allie would kill me because I had the shoot tomorrow.

I was lying on my bed, watching a silly old movie and eating a grilled chicken salad a few hours later when I heard someone knock on my door. Blake wouldn’t dare turn up this late, would he?

After wrapping my robe tightly around my body, I looked through the peephole to see who it was. That jerk! Blake was standing outside, running his hands through his hair nervously. I threw open the door, livid that he had the gall to show up more than three hours after he said he would. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?” I seethed.

“Violet, look, I’m sorry. Something came up.”

“And you didn’t think to call me?”

“I had to go out on an emergency call and my phone died. I came as quick as I could.” Damn, now I felt like crap. Blake did look a little flustered.

“Oh,” I squirmed, feeling like a complete idiot.

“It happens from time to time. Drew had already asked for the night off to take Sarah out, and well…I got the request just as I was about to come and see you. I thought I could call you, but then I noticed my phone had died. I really am sorry, Violet.”

“Have you eaten?” I asked, widening my door so he could come in. “I just ordered room service. You’re welcome to help yourself.”

“No. I’m starving, actually,” Blake smirked. He would have drenched my panties with his look alone, if I’d been wearing any.

I sat watching him eat my leftover salad. It was lucky I hadn’t eaten all of the bread because he quickly finished that off, too; Damn, Blake really was hungry.

“Wow, you weren’t joking about being starving, were you?” I chuckled. “I can order something else if you’re still hungry.”

“That was fine, Violet,” Blake smiled, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek. “Thank you.”

“I have a fully stocked mini bar, too.”

“The perks of being a famous supermodel, huh?” he teased, raising his perfect eyebrow.

“I guess so,” I giggled, getting up. “What do you want? A beer?”

“Sounds good.”

We made small talk for a little while and Blake told me about his day before I filled him in on mine.

“What?” I asked when he laughed at me.

“Can’t you see how different our lives are? I’m telling you about oil changes and breakdowns, while you’re telling me about diamonds hanging from the ceiling in your latest commercial.”

“I’ve had my fair share of breakdowns, too,” I quipped, sipping my water.

Blake sniggered into his beer bottle. “I can imagine.”

“Are you still angry with me?” I whispered.

“No,” he sighed. “Everyone knows who you are, Violet. I can’t believe I never realized it.”
“I liked that you were just interested in me.”

“Violet,” Blake smoldered, “I’m still very interested in you.”

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About the Author:

B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories. Supported fully by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next project.

Her journey into the world of erotica began when she started writing online stories over three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since.

Author Links:

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  1. This sounds like an awesome read. Thanks for the tips on Do's and Don'ts too.

  2. Excellent tips and woah a very nice hot little excerpt. Will be putting this on my TBR I think.


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