How to write a kissing scene that melts your readers’ hearts (plus juicy sex scene advice)

How to write a kissing scene that melts your readers’ hearts (plus juicy sex scene advice)

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Why is all of your real-life romance exciting, while your kissing scenes read so lame?

Whenever you were the protagonist of romance in real life: Palpitations, edginess, Learjets… I mean, butterflies in your stomach. Or at least steamy windows in your eyes.

And on paper?

Shallow words, predictable actions, and empty shells of emotions.

Why is that? And how can you get to the heart of what makes a kissing scene exciting, and transfer that onto paper? How to write a kissing scene that will truly accelerate your readers’ pulse?

Not an easy task. But this post will equip you with all the tools you need. Read on to get answers to these questions:

  • How can you stay far, far away from any cliché?
  • What are some excellent tricks to let your readers feel the love?
  • Why is awkwardness your best friend?
  • How can you take advantage of your personal experiences as secret wonder weapons?
  • And yes, it’s gonna get juicy and steamy too in the end…

But before we get into it, read this kissing scene and tell me what you think:

Heavy rain was pattering down on the streets.

“Wait, wait,” he suddenly shouted from behind, running after her. “You forgot something…”

Under her umbrella, she turned around surprised, with an expectant look on her face: “What is it?”

Panting he stood before her: “You forgot to give me a chance to tell you that I love you. More than I have ever imagined that I could love someone!”

“Oh, Mike!” She fell round his neck. Suddenly teardrops were mixing with the pouring rain: “I promise to love you forever, every single day of eternity,” she sighed. “Being with you is… like magic.”

They kissed passionately under the open sky, lost in a bubble of time and space, not even noticing the heavy waterfalls pouring down on them while they were getting soaking wet.


Did this scene touch you deeply? Did it get to you?

To me, it did nothing.

What you just read is a pile of clichés we have seen a thousand times before, all pressed into one single scene. I just fed you a learned code instead of serving you fresh fiction; yes, I force-fed you a learned code like traffic signals or like the bell that trained Pavlov’s dogs. The signals above are intended to get you salivating romantically… ring, ring!

Cliché setting? Check (“Heavy rain was pattering down on the streets.”)

Cliché expressions? Check (“I promise to love you forever, every single day of eternity”)

Cliché feelings? Check (“…I love you. More than I have ever imagined that I could love someone”)

Cliché comparisons and similes? Check (“Being with you is… like magic.”)

In short, the snippet above contains too many clichés and relies way too much on what the author thinks romance should look like.

Fiction needs to speak truth, it needs to be raw and bold and unconditional, it has to touch our inner beings – like love. It shouldn’t be a preformed template.

Here is the problem though: No feeling in fiction is harder to convey than love. That’s because being in love is a feeling that escapes any description – it’s too exciting; too strange; too magnetic; too rare.

Pain, joy, disappointment, anxiousness are all easier to describe than love. They are more one-dimensional, more common and in most situations not as overwhelming as love.

Because love is so difficult to describe, many writers circle around it. Instead of taking a shot at painting the feeling itself for you, they give you placeholders you recognize from movies: “Ah, they are saying they will love each other forever! That’s how it works in romance novels, so that must mean it’s a wonderful romance.”

This post aims to show you a couple of ways to craft more authentic kissing scenes, drawing from deep inside, step by step.

And once you have gulped down all of the theory in gallons (or litres), I have something really cool for you:

The How to Write a Kissing Scene Template

Download this How to Write a Kissing Scene template to make sure you include the spiciest ingredients in your own kissing scenes. The template will guide you through your entire scene. Just print it out and fill it in, so you have everything ready at one glance. It also contains short reminders for the most important points of this post.

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How to get rid of all of the clichés and write a heart-felt kissing scene

When you are writing a kissing scene, you are Cupid in the sky. You are flying high above your two love-birds with your bow and cutie locks. It’s your challenging task to bring them together with the power of your pen and arrow. Look:


How to Write a Heart-Melting Kissing Scene (With Free Template)

It’s like you were mixing your protagonists a love potion with several ingredients. You don’t always need to include all of the ingredients, the following are just offerings. But the more of them you use, the stronger your love potion will be…

Let’s see which parts make for an irresistible kissing scene, from beginning to end:

1. Setting the Scene: Let Your Guy and Girl Talk Differently

There is a big misconception about men and women.

Maybe it’s just a misconception of language, because when somebody says, “Men and women are equal,” they are only half right: We are equal in value, but not equal in nature.

We don’t feel alike. We don’t act alike. We don’t talk alike.

For example, can you quickly tell if the following phrase likely comes from a man or from a woman?

“Do you think he/she looks better than me?”

How about the following one, man or woman?

“If he does this again, I will teach him some manners!”

Call me biased, but the first phrase is much more likely to come from a woman, and the second much more likely to come from a man. Women just tend to be more concerned about their looks, and we men have big egos…

So the first step is to keep in mind to lend different voices to your boy and your girl. Let the differences between man and woman get into your scene.

2. Early Stage: What do your lovers have in common? Let them explore!

There is one thing all romances share in real life, and that’s definitely not a cliché: It’s the lovers’ commonalities.

The salt in the soup of any romantic encounter is discovering what you have in common:

Tom and Marry are discovering how they have both seen every single season of that awesome TV show. Or that they both love mountaineering. Or that a trip to India shaped both of their values.

Richard and Barbara are discovering that they both share the same thoughts about happiness. Or about marriage. Or about Donald Trump.

Floyd and Lara are discovering that they share that annoying tick of opening public doors only with their elbows (germs!). Or that they are both doctors. Or that they both want to move to France one day.

What excites them is not as important as why it excites them though. The point is the feeling they share: Maybe spending time on majestic mountains gives them a sense of freedom and purity. Maybe they both became doctors to help people. Or because they felt pressured to become something “better” by their families. Discovering that the other one exactly understands them will make their eyes light up.

Let them talk about how they feel, and what their passions and fears are. Then let them feel that strong affection when they feel understood and “at home.”

3. Early Stage: Desires, Hopes and Dreams

Nothing connects more than sharing the same vision. If you can get your characters to get excited about each other’s dreams, you will be a potent love wizard. Admiring who the other one is or what they can do, can also make your characters desire each other.

Mara wants to be a DJ, and she admires James’ passion and talent for painting; he wants to live off his art one day.

Rudy is working with Amnesty International and wishes for world peace. He likes that Sally has a big heart for stray dogs. They find that they would love to go on a charity mission to Africa together one day.

This entire point is just a sub-item of the previous one. As it’s such a strong ingredient in your potion, it deserves to be emphasized.

4. Heating it up: Yes, make it awkward!

When you are really attracted to somebody, you want them to feel the same. That often makes you insecure and shy. So don’t be afraid to show some awkwardness!

If you display awkwardness in your scene, it will make your readers remember their own romantic experiences and connect even more. Plays right into your cards, Julia (or Romeo)!

But insecurity only comes up once they really like each other and have something to lose. So only insert that awkwardness once your lovers-to-be like other.

Here are some possibilities for awkwardness: Your characters could talk about how much they like the other one.

Or they could share something so private it makes them feel uneasy.

Some signs for awkwardness: Your characters could be beating around the bush, or even stuttering; some body language you can use: Fidgeting, kicking the ground, turning away, neck touching, avoiding eye contact, etc…

And of course… the big, red-eared, tight-lipped mother of all awkwardnesses: Dead silence…

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5. Heating it up: Less is often more

Don’t always let your characters plainly say what they mean!

The finest notes in good love scenes are often articulated without words. And sometimes the lovers bring out their thoughts delayed or in short form. It’s because their situation feels like a tight-rope act. A lot of desires, reservations, suspicions and fears play into romance.

Kissing scenes are ideal to use some hidden meaning! Your figures have very believable reasons not to talk. It could be awkwardness, reservation, or just that they don’t know what to say next.

Maybe they think they have to say something and suddenly say: “This is a nice place here!” or “It’s hot today!” You know, the stuff people say when they don’t know what to say…

Operate with unspoken words, silence, a sentence too short at the right time. Like I showed you above, you can let body language speak for itself.

This technique should force your reader to read between the lines; to turn on her own imagination, which is the most amazing thing you can do for her. Let your reader watch her very own movie!

Here is a quick example:

“Sometimes I feel like there is nobody to turn to,” Joe said, “like… like the world is an empty place. Do you know what I mean?”

Scarlet just stared at her shoes.

“Nobody,” he said.

6. Still heating it up: Draw from your embarrassingly private experiences

Movies and TV shows hold pre-canned experiences ready for us. But don’t commit the error we just talked about in the introduction. Don’t fall back on clichés just to make it easier for you, or because you feel like you don’t have the ability to describe something with your own words.

That would be like sidestepping the challenge.

Instead, draw from your private treasure trove of experiences.

In other words: Risk something!

Drawing from your own past experiences is a great way to avoid clichés and to make your kissing scene raw and real. The more it makes you cringe to write about them, the better. Go where it hurts!

You have a broad range of emotions in your arsenal as a writer: Anger, hurt, attraction, admiration, enthusiasm, guilt etc… Let your characters draw from all of this. Love is complicated.

Try to express things the way they felt to you personally when you were there, not in the way you have seen in movies or read in books.

For example, do you have an ex-suitor or boyfriend who had a hard time expressing his feelings, and that made you undesired and confused you? Or did you try to kiss a girl and she turned her head away, even though she was clearly attracted?

Use these bits and pieces!

Oh, and one more thing. Try not to use the word “love” in your scene. It’s so overused it has become one giant cliché in itself. You can find it everywhere, be it in movies, novels or song lyrics, not to speak of oversized ads or everyday language.

Instead of using the word “love,” just describe what love does to your characters. That will make a lot more impact. It will make you become a better writer.

Using your private experiences means that you will have to get naked and expose bits and pieces of your private feelings for everybody to see. Luckily, nobody knows which parts stem from you personally and which parts you just made up. And contrary to an actor, you don’t have to pour out your soul directly in front of an audience. You have the laptop screen between you and your readers to protect you…

7. Boiling over: The Kiss

Are you ready for the kiss…?

It is what this whole buzz allegedly is about: Two people pressing their lips against each other, gnawing and sucking. It’s supposed to be good.

Make sure to introduce the kiss at a high point:

Gerry hears how sweet Gina says he has a cute smile… and leans forward to kiss her.

Randy has to laugh about a cute joke Laura makes and playfully motions her to come closer, so he can kiss her.

Noah confesses to Olivia that he has loved her for eighth months, but never had the guts to tell her… and he leans forward for the kiss.

Make sure the kiss is the cream topping on a remark, a notion or an idea that we have heard the moment before.

8. Going even further: Steamy Windows

You still want more? Oh, you! What kind of smut are you looking for? He he…!

You can always just cut your scene before any sex part, and just hint at the sex. But if you want to include sex in your scene, the trick is to make it not prude, but not too graphic either. Hm, how about this?

He was with her like a bee that landed on a flower.

Not really… besides its over-the-top cheesiness, it’s also very prude. This text is scared of what it wants to describe. And the following one?

He [xxx] and [xxx] her [xxx], pressed her down and [xxx] [xxx] [xxx].

Nope; unless you are a porn director… That’s too hardcore.

So you will have to find a middle way, and without sounding cheesy. How about this:

He could feel her soft, warm body underneath him, and he caressed her thighs, while he slowly began to thrust inside of her.

And there you have it… your complete kissing scene that will get under your readers’ skin. Now it’s time for the cigarette after. And also to download this awesome template:

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The How to Write a Kissing Scene Worksheet

Make this worksheet the backbone of your kissing scene. Just fill it out, and you will have the most important ingredients of your scene ready at one glance. Then you can concentrate on writing your scene (it also summarizes the most important points of this post):

Kissing Scene Template

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Kissing Scene Writing Prompt

Owen and Paola are two waiters at a diner. They have been flirting for a while. During a smoking break amongst dusty storage cartoons, they finally kiss. Describe the scene!

You can insert anything that’s described in this post: A commonality that brings them together, some desire they lay out (maybe to get out of that greasy diner?), a bit of awkwardness, maybe silence, one private moment from your own love life, and finally what we all came for: The kiss!

Just write out two paragraphs of the scene, a snippet that tells us what this is all about.

Then post your prompt in the comments. Yes, just do it, seriously! I will give you a kiss for it.

By the way, you can find some really fun romance writing prompts here. The page is a massive collection of 63 detailed creative writing prompts for all genres and occasions.

Harness the Power of Being Real

With this post, you now have it in your hands: Describing an extraordinary kissing scene that will go deep under your readers’ skin and remind them of their own past loves. Download that template, and go way past clichés, to the raw and real core of a beautifully crafted love scene.

Love is the most amazing feeling we have – and if your story shares a heart-melting kissing scene, you have an unforgettable tale at your hands…


Images: Header Image: LuckyN/Shutterstock; Cupid in the Sky: rangizzz/Shutterstock; Romance: Ganna Demchenko/Shutterstock; Bee: succo/Pixabay

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  1. Ellie

    It’s hard to read the content on this page because the social-sites icons, e.g., Facebook, Twitter, etc  are covering the content. Very annoying! 

    1. Alex

      That should definitely not happen. Which device are you reading the post on (mobile, desktop, browser, etc…)? If you can give me more info, I will look into this to avoid it next time.

      For now, my guess is if you change your device, the text will look fine.

      1. Will Bontrager

        Hi Alex,

        The main issue is the left margin of the content is about 30 pixels. The social media buttons look to be about 50 pixels wide. So there’s an overlap somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 pixels

        That’s fine for windows over about 1100 pixels wide. (It can tested with a desktop browser, making it wider and narrower to see the effect.)

        It’s also fine for windows less than somewhere around 500 pixels wide. At that point, the social media icons pop to the bottom of the page.


        1. Alex

          Hi Amber, that’s good to hear.

          Don’t put too much pressure on yourself with trying to implement all of this. Just take one or two things out of the post for your next love scene, and then maybe another tip for the love scene after that.

          The most important thing is for you to keep writing. And this post won’t go away anytime soon, you can always come back to it to refresh your memory.

    2. Anna

      @Ellie, no it’s not (on desktop). Please still be polite to the author. Anyway, you can hover below the crown icon in the social buttons and see the DOUBLE ARROW which you can click to hide these buttons. Hope it helps. Have a great day to everyone

  2. Bill Johnston

    Very helpful guide. But here is a challenge for you: Try rewriting this article, but this time let your lovers be of the same sex. I don’t think too much will change but you will have to “kiss” a few more cliches goodbye.

    1. Alex

      I love that idea! While writing the post, it did feel a bit weird to ignore all same sex romance. I can’t make the post too long though and have to stick to what most readers write about, which is man/woman.

      But send me your rewrite when it’s done! 😉

  3. Valeria

    I was actually hoping you would redo the clichéd scene and put it at the end of this post to show us how to put it all together. But great post nevertheless. I like your sense of humor! :]

  4. Will Bontrager

    A quick draft, but I think it has potential:
    I expected the same forceful kiss, the same inept groping, the same “I think I’m falling in love” grunts, the same neediness. The same disinterest after his load gets popped.

    And that’s exactly what I got.

    I scooted down the stairway in a mental turmoil of “when will things ever change!” and burst onto the sidewalk.

    Literally burst, as in barging into a guy and popping the party balloon he was carrying along – both of us decked on the sidewalk, me on top.

    He saw right through me. Maybe it was my smeared lipstick. Or the one gaudy stocking. Or the lingering semen smell.

    “You know, so long as you continue popping guys who live above storefronts, you’ll continue being their tool. Maybe it’s time to turn things around. Make the guy your tool.”

    That’s what he said. To turn things around!

    And here I was, lying on top.

    His occasional squirm tells me he was getting uncomfortable being squished between my weight and the hard sidewalk. But I didn’t move. Didn’t want to. Perhaps couldn’t, right then. The biological fluids were coursing through my body with a power I’ve never experienced before.

    I looked into his eyes. He knew that I knew he was uncomfortable. And I knew that he knew I was something wickedly turned on.

    When he smiled, eyes alight, I smashed my lips onto his in the first kiss I ever controlled.

    1. Will Bontrager

      Oops. As I reread your article, I see you were asking for a writeup of the scene in the writing prompt. Read too fast, the first time, or just didn’t notice because I had my own scenes in mind. So the above can be ignored.


      1. Alex

        Won’t be ignored. This is a writing blog, and you are always welcome to post your writing.

        I loved the storytelling, fun scene, and you are taking an unusual angle. Some language problems though, e.g. you are switching times (“His occasional squirm tells me…”). But it made me smile and is exactly what the post is talking about. Thanks for posting!

        1. Will Bontrager

          Alex, it took me 2 weeks to get over the “language problem” comment :). (No, not at all. I appreciate it. Been updating my website and, unfortunately, everybody else’s sites seemed less important.)

          Something about first drafts. I tend to read them over and congratulate myself for the unique and effective turns of phrase and emotion-magnet story line and go have myself a beer in celebration. Then several days later I reread the draft and deflate all the way flat to the floor. Isn’t it a weird self-delusional trait I have?

          Anyway, been putting popcorn stories on my website (100-400 word stories, fiction or non-fiction). Don’t know whether or not your system allows URLs in blog posts, so I won’t post it. People can click my name. The first popcorn story is the story about how and why popcorn stories came to be and gives a better description of what a popcorn story is (and is not).

          Thank you for your kind comment about the story.

          I see an email just arrived with a notice you have another blog post, about mad creativity, a guest post. Will go have a read.

          Hey, maybe I’ll accept guest popcorn stories, like some bloggers accept guest posts. Gotta think about it.


          1. Alex

            Hey Will! Popcorn story, that sounds so movie-like. I want to lean back in my velvety seat and read, read, read away. 🙂

            One link per comment is fine; any more than that and the comment won’t pass the spam filters.

          2. Will Bontrager

            Yes, popcorn does have pleasure associations with movies. Also with my childhood when Mom would make popcorn on the stovetop in a special saucepan. It had a handle in the lid that turned a wire along the bottom to dislodge stuck kernels. Called, as expected, a popcorn popper. She would tell a story while the popcorn was being heated to occupy us kids so we wouldn’t get fidgety for how long it took (in kid time). Although we expected it, our eyes always bugged out when the popcorn volume got so big it lifted the lid right up from the popcorn popper an inch or two.

            Here’s the page with the popcorn story that describes what a popcorn story is and how and why the category was created.


            The more I think about it, the more I think I’ll be publishing guest stories in the not-too-distant future.


  5. Ellen Chauvet

    Hi Alex,

    great coaching. In the second book in my series I will be writing same sex (male/male), sex scenes. With your template I can create it with little or no struggle. So appreciate your posts. They always make a difference.

        1. Alex

          When I lived in Madrid for a year, I had two gay guys as roommates (they were not a couple). It all works a little bit differently with them.

          When you want to be a writer, nothing beats life experience.

  6. Venu Tanneru

    Oh My Goodness. This article can heat up anyone. The way you explained the kissing scene followed by the sex can make anybody horny in minutes. There are bad erotic writers who follow the cliché as you mentioned. They do not open up and experiment. That’s the major problem. Excellent stuff and will definitely check out your kissing scene worksheet for my project. Thank you for sharing this.

  7. Christine Robinson

    Alex, thanks so much for this timely post! I’ve got a proposal scene (protagonist & boyfriend) in my book with a kiss involved of course. Your suggestions will help make it better. Plus I haven’t yet worked up the first kiss. I’m on the right track though with no worn out love words. Christine 

    1. Alex

      Hey Christine, a proposal scene is the perfect opportunity to inject a big dosage of romance into your story, so to speak… Nothing more romantic than “I want to spend my life with you.” Good to hear the post helps you.

  8. Durga

    Wow, what an excellent post. Everyone may not say out their interest on reading a kissing scene but everyone has a desire of reading. And readers get involved in such scenes only when the writing is such great. But writing these romantic things is not so easy. This post definitely helps the writers to improve their romantic writings. 🙂

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  10. Eddie Matt

    Hey Alex. Here’s a draft of the scene prompt. Didn’t really give me that umph, but well, it helped.
    Do let me know what you think, thanks!
    The first bell rang. Paola groaned, taking a long draw at her cigarette stub.
    “Five minutes.” Owen casually puffed a cloud of blue-gray smoke into the musty air. “Then back to hell.”
    “Why do you have to remind me that all the time?” Paola shifted uneasily, the dusty carton leaving a smudge on her stained white shirt. She started to brush at it, when Owen laughed.
    “What’s so funny, idiot?”
    “Will Ben really notice that? I mean, the shirt’s as filthy as hell already; why bother trying to clean it?”
    “That’s something that makes working at this place shittier. Who allows waiters in greasy shirts serve fat guys greasy food in order to make them fatter and disgusting?” Paola grunted, and dragged at her stub, pushing her wild hair from her face.
    “Well, I am fat and disgusting,” Owen chuckled, rubbing at his less-than-flat belly.
    “That’s from all the drippings from the grill Bill gives you every time you go place an order.”
    “Sorry, can’t help it. Just like you cant help wishing you’d be out of this place.” He stretched and let out a long sigh, releasing another puff of smoke.
    Paola took the cigarrete from his stained fingers, tossing hers aside. “I should have never tod you that,” she muttered, her dark eyes narrowing as she gazed at a speck of dust floating in the air.
    “I also should have never told you that it was my dream to have a diner of my own.” Owen sat up, and shifted his feet uncomfortably. “It fuelled the hopes you have of leaving this muck.”
    “Yes it did, Owen.” She turned to face him, and noticed his eyes flick to the floor. “I saw your ambition, your hope, and I felt like I needed that as well.” He looked up at her, the shafts of sunlight from the grubby window turning his amber eyes into gold pools.
    The second bell rang. Two minutes.
    “Well, we better get back to work, Paola.” He stood up, took a stretch and held his hand out to Paola. She took it, and he helped her up to his feet. “Ready to face hell?” He grinned at her. She gave a small smile.
    He pushed her hair away from her face. For a moment, the silence held them in its grip. She realised he was still holding her hand. She realised she had tightened her grip on his. Her burnt cinnamon eyes, his the golden colour of fresh frying oil. The smell of cheap tobacco on their breath, mingling with the faint must of mouldy carton boxes.
    A strand of hair fell forward, over her forehead. Owen pushed it back, and pulled Paola closer, closer until he felt her lips on his. The taste of him almost revolted her, but beneath the tobacco she tasted desire. Did she also sense her own, mingled with her smoky spit? He felt her fingers dig into the soft flesh on his back, then run into his thick woolly hair. She sensed his large hands on the small of her back, pulling her closer, closer…
    The bell rang, startling them out of their passion. Their lips glistened with saliva, their eyes glazed over. Paola let out a small laugh; Owen smiled at seeing one of her rare moments of happiness. “Idiot,” she said to him
    “I think,” she started, setting her hair in place, “that I can now face hell.”

    1. Alex

      Eddie, this is great! It has everything, from psychology to drama to pacing, surroundings, senses… It includes what this post was busily preaching, and a touch of novelty too. Cudos to you!

      ‘Nuff said.

  11. Hope Evans

    This is the best advice I’ve read in a while! I also personally feel that the more vocal the characters are with their emotions, the less profound and touching the scene becomes. So I usually resort to more of showing than telling, although I’m not sure if that’s the right way to do it. However, this is some great advice, and I’ll definitely incorporate it in my narrative. Thanks, Alex!

    1. Alex

      Hello Hope! More showing than telling is good most of the time; and it’s the sign of a writer who handles his/her scenes well.

      Go for it, and I wish you an exciting and intriguing love scene!

  12. Pamela

    This passage is from my WIP. It’s a rough draft.

    The storm raged as Philippa stumbled down the steps into the collonade, tears fell from her eyes and her nose ran. The glass appeared to be liquid as the rain flowed down it in sheets, lightning flashing and thunder rolled around her. The storm was nothing to what was tearing her apart. She had to clear her head; she had to find the rational part of her mind. Why couldn’t she remember that simple little tune and words that brought comfort to her daughter? It had been five long years since Thomas died and the lullaby with him. She only remembered the Scottish tunes her mother and father sang to her when she was a wee babe, the ones she sang to Sarah. Her heart broke anew as William, had tenderly picked up her little girl. He crooned the simple melody she had forgotten as he slow marched up and down the hall, her daughter’s cries subsiding as she lay down upon the soldier’s wide uninjured shoulder and fell asleep her favorite doll, Miss Bessie, lying limply over his well-muscled bicep.

    Not long after she sought refuge, she heard William lightly trod down the steps into the collonade walking toward her his boot heel ringing across the pavers. “Your father took Sarah up to bed. She’s resting peacefully now.” Stepping closer he saw Philippa’s tears, drawing a handkerchief from his sleeve with his good hand he touched it to her cheeks carefully dabbing the tears away. “I’ll never hurt a child,” he assured her. “If you think I’m a threat, I’ll leave.”

    “No, don’t leave, Sarah’s fond of you,” she paused, “As am I.” His smile reached his golden-brown eyes and stretched his arms out to her. She stepped into the embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, laying her head on the shoulder that comforted her daughter. She hadn’t been comforted by a man since her husband and son died. “How do you know that song?”

    “It’s an old English lullaby. My grandfather was a don at Oxford before he came into his title. He studied Classics and Olde English. He sang it to my father in turn my father sang it to me. It was the first tune to come to my mind to comfort Sarah.” William slowly rubbed his hand over her back feeling the strength of the woman in his arms.

    “It was one my husband sand to her. She’s forgotten nearly everything about him.”

    “That’s a shame; I’m certain he had cherished her. She is a darling little moppet.”

    Philippa smiled, “That she is.” She listened to the strong rhythm of his heart beating. Only a week ago his troop had been attacked and captured by the Continentals, leaving him behind believing him to be dead. She and her father struggled hard to save him from his wounds and the fever that followed.

    She felt him tightened his hold on her pressing her against his hard body and his response. She shifted to face him. He looked into her stormy gray eyes the lightning reflected in them. “I came here to talk to your father about the thefts going on in the area and the rumors about a company raised but never mustered in with the Continentals. But seeing you again, this soldier’s heart…” he bent his head over her and kissed her.

    Philippa raised her arms, from his waist over his chest to his neck drawing him in allowing him to deepen the kiss their tongues sliding together as if in a dance. She ran her hands over his wavy brown hair to his queue pulling it loose allowing the hair to flow over his shoulders. She broke the kiss with gentle pressure on his chest. The storm was subsiding outside, and the temperature was beginning to fall, “Let’s go back inside.” She tucked herself under his injured arm and led him through the parlor to his room, closing the door behind her.

  13. Pamela

    Thanks, I’ve written most of my life but am new to writing romance. The mystery genre is my natural form. Last year, I decided to try this to help bring depth to my work and possibly publish. I appreciate this blog and the fun exercises. They have helped me to stretch my writing boundaries.

  14. Emily

    I am a horror writer and this is a new field of writing for me, I am also only 12.
    Owen left to smoke just a few seconds before and before I could stop myself I was following him. Outside, among the dusty, rickety storage containers, he was taking a smoke. He ran his fingers through his short, bleached hair. My eyes continued down and took in the sight of pure perfection. His dark blue eyes sparkled against his vintage leather jacket. Through his black shirt you could see his abs, he might not admit it but he most definitely works out or works for The C.I.A. He wore black ripped jeans and a pair of white Adidas.
    “Do yah need a lighter?” He shouted from across the room in his thick English accent, he had lived in England until a year ago.
    “No, I am tryin’ to quit that crap.” My voice was boring and almost brittle, especially compared to his voice.
    “Not that I don’t like you but, why are you here?” The words dripped off his tongue like chocolate.
    “Oh, um, um.” I paused trying to think of something. “I came out here to kiss you.” Crap. I said that in my head, right?
    “Blimey,” Silence, and an awkward stare. The second felt like hours and as I covered my face my nose was set off. I was greeted by a masculine cologne. I looked up and Owen was wearing his traditional smirk, he knew that it would make me smile. He rested his hand on my scarred face, slowly moving his thumb, making me blush.
    “What happened to your face?”
    “Oh-um-I was in a car accident. It’s amazing what metal and glass can do.” What I didn’t tell him is that I lost my parents and my best friend in that accident.
    “Well, they are quite cute. One looks like a moon.” He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “You are perfect.” He kissed my ear and walked away. Nope, he can’t do that. I was done with the teasing. I grabbed his collar and spun him around, drawing him incredibly close. I stood up on my toes and claimed his lips as mine.They were soft and warm causing my brain to shut down. He let me lead for a few seconds and then he shoved me against the containers. He made it clear that he was in charge and I didn’t want to change. I ran my hands through his hair and his hands wrapped around my bum. He slowly moved his mouth to my jaw, then my collar bone, then he moved back to my mouth. He nibbled my lip and then went back to kissing me. He slowly inserted his tongue and began a dance. He tasted like smoke and mint mixed with something sweet. He was contagious and I loved it.
    “Guys, break is over, get back to work.” Called my boss, Mr Lewis.
    “Meet me by my car after work Paola, I need to tell you something.”

    1. Alex

      Hey Emily, I love this! A lot of ambiguity in this scene on several levels, and it gets really hot towards the end.

      For example, in the sentence “What I didn’t tell him is that I lost my parents and my best friend in that accident.” —> The fact that she DOESN’T tell him adds a lot of depth.

      Oh, and a bit of romantic tension and suspense can definitely enrich a horror story as well. Good writing!

  15. Emily

    So this is from my book.
    “Can you come here Ezlyn?”
    “Sure David.” We walked into the woods and David started speaking.
    “Over this year I have realised how I need you in my life. I realised that I woke up to see you smile and laugh. I can’t live without you, I need you by my side.” “David,” This was very odd for him. “No let me finish. I need to love you. You are so special to me, you can’t even know how much I love you. I love you so much.” He leaned forward and I took a step back to find my back against a tree. My nose breathed in his sandalwood cologne and I was immediately calmed. He wiped a strand of hair from my face and gently began to kiss my lips. He wrapped his hands around my neck and the kiss became more aggressive. My stomach flipped and knotted as my knees became weak. Time stopped and both of our personalities changed. David became bold, I became shy, and I loved it. David stopped to breathe and then came back to my face. His kisses were like black holes pulling you in until you are lost. It was a sweet but bruising kiss that left me wanting more, but it wasn’t enough. I grabbed his collar, pulled his blue shirt and himself closer. I slipped my hands through his hair, getting caught on knottes. He picked me up and leaned me against the tree. I wrapped my legs around his waist, supporting myself. His tongue pressed against my lips, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I granted it to him. His mouth tastes like a sweet mint, spicy but not overwhelming. His grip slipped and we fell to the ground, he chuckled.
    “Hey, that was n-not fun-ny.” I whispered in between kisses.
    “Then let me kiss the pain away.”
    “Deal.” He laid on top of me kissing me, making me forget. He made me forget the past year almost completely. David slowed down until he stopped, leaving a searing heat on my lips.
    “Well, that was, uhh, hot.”
    “Hot, that is the word you came up with David. What about ravishing, heated, sweet, thrilling or even exciting.”
    “Yeah those words are better.”
    “Consider yourself lucky.”
    “Why, Ezlyn?”
    “Well I don’t kiss a lot of people.”
    “You haven’t kissed anyone before me have you?”
    “No. That is very rude to say, but, it might be true.” I whispered.
    “I haven’t kissed anyone either.” I smiled knowing that David was mine and only mine. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I rested on his chest. We fell asleep like that and I slept better that night than I ever did in the past year.
    When I woke up the next morning David was still asleep so I stayed on his chest. Then I felt his fingers mess with my hair.

    1. Alex

      Hi Genevieve, if your story gets published, then please don’t infringe on the copyright of the post.

      However, you can of course take examples as inspiration and twist and change them until they don’t sound like anything in this post anymore. Go ahead! 😉

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