The Voyeuristic Pleasure of Gratuitous Sex
By Madison Foxe
As a writer and reviewer of erotica, an issue lurks in the dark corners of one's imagination, or another's penned page. This bone-chilling, value-challenging circumstance is known in the industry as gratuitous sex. Immediately, there are many that shiver with the words, and equally, they are more often than not, those that have never had any. But for the adventurous, headstrong beauty, it can be a wonderful experience.
Now, so we are all on the same page, it is necessary that I define, in general terms, gratuitous sex. For a writer it is a sexual encounter between two characters that does not further the direction of the plot. I have also learned, it is an activity between characters that some reviewers don't approve of. For instance, it is not good that the hero screw someone other then the heroine. Even in erotica, the all-consuming pages of lust and wanton desire, there are still conventions. It almost seems like a sexual paradox. Now, in real time, gratuitous sex is that physical exchange between two, warm, like-minded bodies for the purpose of pleasure. Whether the act furthers one's personal plot is debatable - but then we must ask...who cares?
So, in order to make certain that writers and readers, doers and don'ters manage to avoid tripping over one another - let us take the voyeuristic pleasure of peeking in windows and snooping behind doors. It certainly seems, that gratuitous sex is relative to those in the know.
GRATUITY -- according to one of the many Webster clones - is defined as "a gift of money, etc, esp. that given over in payment for a service rendered"...need I define SEX? However, like so many other words and expressions in the American language, things are not always as they appear. Or, maybe, used to appear. Or, is in the eye of the appearer ... that is, the means or definition, does not define the end or the circumstance. I can tell you right now, that I have enjoyed my moments of gratuitous sex and never got a dime for the experience. Or offered one either. But is there a price to be paid?
Four interesting women were willing to step forward and talk to me about their experience with gratuitous sex and I must admit that what I learned was very intriguing. For obvious reasons, names have been changed to protect their lack of innocence, but little else has been colored.
YOLANDA
Yolanda, by her own definition was a road worn, half-Spanish, half-Native American with a bit of French thrown in for flair. She claimed to come from a small border-town near the Rio Grande, but I found her in a pet store, outside of Yuma, buying crickets for her geckos. She was quite beautiful in this exotic sort of way, dressed like she might have had money, at least once, and had a warm smile that made her easy to approach with my survey. At first, she was hesitant, maybe just shy, but when I offered to buy her a Margarita, she agreed. She mumbled something about me promising not to let her stick straws up her nose. I asked, both nostrils? not sure I had really understood her criteria for enjoying the drink. She shook her head as if she were going to say something more, but just then, her crickets had begun to chirp, likely because they were stuffed in the darkness of her large bag. They drew our attention.
Once settled in the small, mom and pop style cantina, I waited until she had a few sips, monitored the number of straws she had available to her, and brought up the subject of gratuitous sex. more >>
