>>17288310Looking back at it, the verbosity did not help the sex scene as much as it had the tease. It is probably difficult for a reader to off on it when you have to read two hundred words describing one orgasm. That was also my first attempt at anything explicit, unless you count the wet dry hump from section fourteen. Live and learn. But hey, at least it was not another Bel Air. If any veteran writefags have any advice in regards to crafting a sex scene worthy of being a climax I am all ears. Up next is a section that I intend to be dialogue-heavy and maybe a little sad.>Rarity reclines against the sloping far end of her Corinthian porcelain bath tub, her hind legs open beneath her. Her forelegs rest atop your shoulders, holding your chest against hers. Her chin rests on your head. Scented orange soap stains both your bodies, oozing from yours to hers. Moments pass in silence but for the beat of your mother's heart, which your own slows to match. You wrap your legs around her larger body and indulge in the intimate warmth and closeness. In your life, your best moments have all been with her, and clutching her now you can remember them all. The incredible feelings that she had given you earlier tonight joined the gallery of memories. You let your mind wander to what your future together will be like. Mom's voice comes faintly as though it were a part of your fantasy."I love you too, sweetie. Let's get this soap off, so we can go to bed, okay?"
>You give her one last squeeze, which forces the air out of Mom's lungs, before reluctantly releasing her. Your hoofs ring on the porcelain as you climb backwards to stand beneath the brass faucet. You see that an orange filly-shaped silhouette stains Mom's snow white body. As much of a crime against beauty as it is, you can't help but laugh. 