>>>>Just a little note here, this is reference to a topic in forums about writing sex scenes. This is what I've got for it, if you read the post. It is taken from a longer story (possibly a novella). It is historical, set in the mining area of Crowsnest Pass in 1903ish. The story is about infidelity, so there is going to be alot of these types of scenes...Both characters are drunk, so enjoy...<<<<

'Well, your with me now, so you better buck up.'� I told her with some authority in my voice. She could tell she was starting to get to me. Added to the frustration that I had over having to sleep in the wilderness, I was getting impatient.
'With my luck, a bear is gonna come out and eat us, and I am stuck with the pussiest of husbands, so I am definitely dead meat!'� She looked straight into my eyes when she said this, obviously to instigate. I took the bait and responded with a slap at her cheek. Her hair bounced forward with the impact of my hand and she looked taken by this. She grabbed the side of her face in disbelief.
'Shen, you need to get ahold of yourself. No woman should talk to her husband like that. What would your mother say to you?'� I appealed to her. I felt bad about slapping her but I wasn't about to apologize now. I wanted reason and I wanted to wash the drunkenness out of her.
'You are a real piece of work Neil,'� she began quietly, 'slapping women around like you are some kind of big man!'�
'I wouldn't have slapped you if you hadn't have said all those things. I still love you, although things are slow between us, I still love you. When you say that shit, it makes me angry.'� I defended.
'Well, I wouldn't say those things if you would treat me like a wife. You don't ask about my life down in the village when you are up the mountain slinging coke, you don't eat, and you have never tried your way with me. Those guys at the bar gave me more attention in one night than I have seen from you in three weeks of being at this mine.'� She sounded sober when she conveyed these feelings to me. I couldn't help but think she was right. I was lecturing her on how to be a wife when I myself hadn't been thinking of how to be a proper husband to Shen, no wonder she went and alienated herself from me in public. I wondered how much of it was the booze and how much of this evening was premeditated.
I was still a virgin. Most of my life this hadn't bothered me. While growing up in Irma and other boys would talk about getting lucky with so and so in whatever barn, I would play along. I even got close at times. I can remember, behind the train station late at night with Cathy Higgins playing games that were more adult. When she dumped me because she felt I was frigid, I resolved not to worry about getting a poke. Everyone had made a big deal about it growing up, even other gents at the mine made jokes or bragged about their lays, but I felt that this wasn't such a mysterious thing that deserved my full obsession. Maybe this was beyond what was expected for a teenage boy, but I had committed, half by default, to be a virgin.
This night in the mountains, standing with Shen's conviction and my newfound task of becoming a real partner for her, things would change. I lightly put my hand on Shen's check where I had slapped her. It was hot. Then I bowed my mouth to her ear and bit. I bit lightly at first, but then I pulled on her ear with my teeth and placed my hand on her previously unexplored anatomy. She took a deep breath as I did this. She didn't grab me back at this point. I suspect that she was still in argument mode, rather than this new experiment which I thought I should try. I wanted to prove to her that I could be the type of man that she wanted; confident and forward.
Finally she kissed me on the cheek. I took this as acceptance. I was ready and aroused by the setting and by her. I had never gotten a rise from her before, even seeing her naked whilst changing hadn't caused this effect. The cold of the mountain made my stiff difficult at first, but she grabbed at it. She too was forward.
'Don't be scared.'� I whispered into her ear. My hands moved freely upon her. She didn't answer me when I said this but she did give a sort of huff and smile, as if to laugh at what I said. I was already into the moment to stop and question her, although looking back I suppose it was a bit clichéd to say.
We were off of the path, in the trees. They provided shelter but it was still cold. Her nipples were cold and hard in my hands, but her breasts retained a soft complexity. I wanted so much to get beneath her skin. She stopped and laid down on the dirt ground, with her legs spread underneath her dress. My fear and shame from the earlier events of the evening began to fade. I entered her slowly. She didn't make a sound, but I did let out a sigh. It was an incredible sensation and completely new for me. She just looked up at me as I motioned up and in above her. She looked scared, or was it boredom?
I thrusted harder. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. I could tell that it was uncomfortable for her, and it didn't take long for me to release. This was after all, my first time, but I was still embarrassed for not having waited to come. But I couldn't help it, as I could not get enough of the feeling.
After I dropped onto the ground. I could feel my perceptions excel. Things that I wouldn't notice suddenly appealed. I laid with my head resting against the ground. I saw the dust and I saw small plants. Not one of them were the same and they all were trying to push out of the soil. Bugs infested them, ants and crickets. I could hear those crickets. I hadn't noticed them before but I did now and they sounded like an arranged orchestra. And the ants pretended like were not there, but I thought I could see something human about them as they made their way in and out of their mounds. Some began to fight, their short antennae moving frantically directionless. One would climb another and move the pinchers of its mouth. I couldn't see if it grasped any skin, but one became motionless. This didn't stop the one ants curious actions though, as it shimmed itself underneath the stationary ant and carried it away, as if to take it to a place to display as a trophy, or to lay it to rest with other dead ants.

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