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All about the word "carnal"

The word carnal is used often in fiction, and not just erotic fiction. But did you ever wonder where it came from and what it means?
The word "carnal" derives from Latin carnalis, meaning "fleshly", and the word "knowledge" in this phrase derives from the "Biblical sense" of "to know", which means "to have sexual intercourse with. Urban legend says in ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.*.*.*. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it.
The New American Dictionary defines carnal as: Relating to the physical and especially sexual appetites: carnal desire; Worldly or earthly; temporal: the carnal world; Of or relating to the body or flesh; bodily: carnal remains; Of or pertaining to the body or its appetites; animal; fleshly; sensual; given to sensual indulgence; lustful; human or worldly as opposed to spiritual.
All of this was the basis for my Lust Bite, Carnal Caresses.
Bree Sullivan bid on one night at the infamous House of Five Senses on a dares. Not that Bree didn’t enjoy en erotic lifestyle, but the things that went on between the members of this exclusive club were beyond carnal. Approaching her experience with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, before the night was out she learned exactly how stimulating the sense of touch is—and how many things could touch you and take you to a new world of carnal pleasures.
“Please close your eyes, Miss Sullivan,” Holly instructed, “and touch each square of material on this tray. Then tell us which one feels the best to you.”
Bree did as instructed and lightly ran her hand over each square of fabric, caressing briefly with her fingertips, the textures imprinting themselves on her skin. Concentrating hard she felt first the whisper of silk, evoking in her mind summer afternoons, a drape of silk on her body as she lay in a summer house, the nipples of her breasts visible through the thin fabric, one panel of it draped between her legs, dampened by the juices of her cunt.
The next was the slide of satin, bringing at once images of the vamp, dressed in red satin, barely covered as she tempted a man with her body. The nap of velvet called up images of a long gown draping her body and a ribbon in her hair, held in place with a sparkling jewel, her breasts barely covered by the cut of the fabric where it dipped in front.
And finally the smooth texture of cotton, and suddenly she thought of an expensive sundress she’d worn on a date with no underwear, sitting in a dark restaurant in a secluded corner while her date teased at her cunt and made her come while he sipped at the chilled wine.
Amazing, she thought, how just by touching a piece of material your mind could become a television screen. Touch was truly an amazing sense, especially when your eyesight was taken away.
“The silk, please.” And a man to drape it over my body.
“Very good,” Jennifer commented. “Now keep your eyes closed while Holly ties the blindfold over them.”
In seconds, she was immersed in darkness, the blindfold so wide and secure not even the flickering light from wall sconces peeped through at the bottom edge. She had the feeling of being locked into a formless, shapeless, soft cocoon. The fabric was just as soft on her eyelids as it had been on her fingertips. A gentle hand gripped one of hers firmly while others held her ankles, each in turn, and removed her shoes.
“We don’t want you to trip and fall in the darkness,” Jennifer told her. “Hold on to Holly’s hand. I’m just going to lift your dress and make sure you followed all of your instructions.
Air kissed her warmed flesh like butterfly wings when the material of her skirt was lifted and slim fingers touched her tummy, her thighs, slid down the length of her thighs. Feminine hands cupped her breasts briefly, then fingers inserted themselves very gently into her cunt, sliding in and out once. She nearly lost her balance when Holly urged her with her hands to bend from the waist, and almost dropped to the floor when slim hands separated the globes of her buttocks and one lubricated finger slipped through the tight ring of her anus, then popped out. The fingers were so cool and gentle, except for the probing Bree almost couldn’t feel them. But without her sight, every touch became magnified.
“Very good,” Jennifer said, as if she’s just finished reading an identification card. “Holly will lead you to the first room. Just hold onto her, and you will be safe.”
Safe? I think I left safety at the door.
She counted sixteen steps before they stopped again, steps along the polished wood floor that was as smooth as glass beneath her bare feet. She had a sudden hysterical urge to take a running start and see how far she could slide on it. Then she heard the turn of a door knob, the soft whoosh of air as a door opened and Holly led her through it into a room. Now the surface beneath her feet was carpeting, thick and plush, deep enough that she could squish her toes in it.
“Solange will be here shortly to attend to you,” Holly told her, seating her in a chair.
Bree swallowed and nodded her head. She was alone in the silent room, even the movement of the air magnified in the blackness that engulfed her. The chair she sat on was soft and upholstered in some furry fabric. Again the lack of sight made the impression of the material so much more intense. She could almost feel every tiny hair individually, kissing her skin with its silken finish.
Impulsively, she hiked up her dress and let the pelt of it caress the bare skin of her ass. She moved around and discovered if she spread her thighs just enough she could also feel the fur tickle her labia, sending tiny jolts of sensation through her. Leaning slightly forward, she could feel the fabric on her clit, and she hitched herself back and forth, streaks of heat spreading to her womb and her breasts.
“You like our little chair, isn’t that so?” an amused female voice asked.
Shocked at being unexpectedly caught in her pleasure, Bree jerked her thighs together and sat up straight.

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Anonymous said...

Great post!!

All the best with your new release! I wish you many sales. I know it's a great book, all your stories are wonderful!!!

in Germany

sherry said...

This sounds like a good book the excerpt was very good. Your post on the word carnal was very interesting and thought provoking I enjoyed it a lot.

Anne said...

"Fornication Under the Consent of the King", too funny. I've never heard that urban legend. I'll have to tell my sister.

Great excerpt.

flchen1 said...

Wow, Desiree! That was an education! :) I definitely enjoyed learning some of the history behind the word, and that excerpt was a gorgeously written example of enjoying the carnal! Thanks!

Desiree Holt said...

Thank you for your comments so far. you guys are great and I love you all.

Darlyn said...

I like that you had to ask to get carnal and that there was a sign to advertise to everyone when and where you were "Fornicating Under the Concent of the King".


in Tampa

Pat said...

That is so hot. I would love to see that chair as it sounds so great. I have to get this book as I am hooked

Beth said...

Love the urban legend about the origin of the F word. My daughter laughed at that.

Kim Ly said...

Is it hot in here or is it me? Great excerpt. Such a teaser and now I want to read the whole thing. Great information on the history of carnal. I always love a good education!

Ashley Ladd said...

I've heard how the word "FUCK" came about but I enjoyed the rest of the lesson.

My May release by TEB has the word "carnal" in the title, too. "Carnal Lust".

Good luck with your new release. Congrats!

Desiree Holt said...

Thank you all for youor comments and congrats to Pat, who's the winner of a download of Carnal Caresses