What is P.O.V. and why does it matter?
[This is a transcript of Prof. Dumbledore's lecture.]
So you have some hot ideas and want to write erotica. This is what you come up with:
The first approach:
[Me and my roommate (yes, some of you teenage writers write this way) walked into a bar and saw a hot red head coed sitting in the corner all by herself. The neckline of her shirt was so low that her tits were almost jutting out of the fabric. The nipples were protruding like grapes under the silky shirt. So my friend told me, "Go check her out." And I walked over.
"What's cooking, good looking?" I smiled proudly at the girl, rubbing my hard-on.
She gave me a quizzical look. She used the cocktail stirrer to stab at her nipples, making them even harder. She must be very aroused by my good looks. I hooked my thumb and asked her to follow me out to the rear exit of the bar. Once outside, I pulled down her pink panties and stuck my 12-inch salami into her gaping, dripping wet pussy.
"It feels so good," I muttered to myself.
I quickened my pace. She frowned and moaned. A series of hot contractions emitted from the base of my cock. I came all over her whore hole. I cleaned myself up and went back to finish the beer with my friend Beavis.]
Granted, there are lots of things to fix in this story, if you can call it that. But what I want to focus on today in this lecture is Point of View. The author is telling the story through his eyes. So he can only describe what he sees and hears around him. He cannot go into the girl's mind and add a line like this:
["Oh, I have to go home and tell all my friends how wonderful this fucker is," the girl thought to herself.]
The author is using a mixture of first person point of view and third person point of view. Let's call this
1+3
.
The second approach:
[My friend Beavis and I walk into the bar. (So you fixed one grammar problem. Good.) I see you are all by yourself in the corner. You look so hot. I love your cleavage. The small tight silk shirt can barely contain your massive boobs. They are so big that they look like honey dew melons. Your long slender legs are crossed, seemingly hiding a vibrator in your rosy triangle.
I think you will like me. So I saunter over, and point at my crotch, and ask you: "Do you want a piece of this?"
You look confused, biting your lower lip. I bet your pussy lips are swollen by now, because of my masculine appeal. I hook a thumb and lead you out of the bar. Pulling down your mini-skirt brutally, I start pumping into you doggy style like there is no tomorrow. Your tight pussy grabs my monster cock, wanting to suck all the semen out of my sac.
"I know you want it, bitch!" I slap your butt cheeks till they are flaming red.
You frown and moan. I feel so proud that you like it. Once I finish, I tell you to be here same time tomorrow night. And I go back to the bar to look for another slut to fuck.]
This is a story told from the Point of View of the male character, and it is written in a conversational style as if he were talking to the audience directly. Now this approach works well in this case if you are a male reader and can step into his shoes, so to speak. Especially if you are an egotistical jerk, this appeals to you a lot.
The same scenario can be told from the female character's point of view.
[You and your pimpled-faced friend walk into the bar. The two of you whisper a bit and then you walk up to me. You brag about the size of your package. I yawn loudly, covering my mouth in a polite way, but also to prevent your hideous body odor from invading my nostrils.
You continue to mumble about how big your cock is, and how many girls you can fuck in a night. I look blankly into the distance, trying to shoo you away with my disinterested look.
Without asking if I am willing, you drag me out to the rear alley. Without any foreplay, you drop your pants, take out your shriveled penis and start intercourse with me.
I am saying to myself, "Oh god, I still have the outline of the sociology chapter to finish and now I am stuck with this guy." I have seen hot dog wieners bigger than your cock. But I keep my mouth shut anyway. I frown and moan, and decide to fake it and get you out of my skin.
Once you are done, you tell me how good a job you have done. Why do I care?]
Here, from the two examples, you can see how the same sequence of events can be retold through two sets of eyes and have markedly different effect. The most important part is that the author is engaging you as if you were really there. In the world of erotica, there are many similar examples of this technique.
Anyone knows what 900 numbers are? This is before webcam and cybersex. 900 numbers are for sex talk. You pay 99 cents a minute and a sex-worker (male or female, depending on your choice) will pretend to have sex with you over the phone. This is one example of the first person point of view plus the second person point of view. The voice on the phone will probably say something like, "Are you lonesome, tonight? Let me be your Valentine."
Many of the audio stories on the website called Literotica are recordings made by men and women, engaging in first person and second person point of view sex talk. This is another example.
Thirdly, a lot of porn flicks are produced with this technique, where the woman in the video talks into the camera. The camera man often serves as the recipient of the sex act. If this guy has a huge dick, then the viewer can imagine himself to be that guy.
In summary, the