I become less interested in a sex story if everything and everyone is top-level perfect, or is described too (uh, encapsulatory? - - is that a word?). Like, a simple passing phrase for each of his or her attributes:
- perfect big firm tits
- perfect round ass
- perfect face
- perfect hair
- the shortest schoolgirl miniskirt, at the office.
- the perfect specimen of manhood, he is fit as all anything, successful, rich, large in the trousers (“when soft, he carried in his pants what other men carried when achingly erect, and had the perfect ass which any woman would want to bite into like a statue made of chocolate . . .”)
Sure, it’s sex fantasy and we do get that urge to fuck those perfect-looking bodies, so we want to have them in our sex stories.
But personally it kind of bores me when all the characters in every story are model-gorgeous.
The same with their lifestyles. Sometimes I read relationship situations which might be (considered to be) ideal, but which feel like it’s so normal for everyone involved. Like, a female protagonist describing her lez sex partners coming over for their daily lez sex, and the protagonist describes her husband coming home and also getting a treat by having sex with the woman’s lez-sex partners. It’s described as such an easy throwaway thing! “Oh yes and my husband gets to have us both if he comes home and finds us still going at each other”.
For me it reads as so matter-of-fact, it feels unspecial to me. Here I am witnessing the lives of couples and their extra lovers who just ‘do’ each other; the writer includes it as backstory and just moves on to - - to another current example of that ideal interaction.
(“Edward had sex with both of us, all night long. In the morning I woke him up with a blowjob; Natalie joined me and soon Edward was ready for more!”)
For me it conjures the image of someone playing dolls. I have read parts of stories where the acts are not described but only mentioned. It’s like reading the TV guide synopsis instead of watching the show.
I tend to glaze over a bit when a story I’m reading starts going that way.
But that’s me; you asked.
For other readers, it might get them right where they want it, that sexy fantasy world with the fuckable people we masturbated about in our thoughts, getting us There.