We've already covered Ted Goia's Dopamine article. With a ramble.
The erotized wish fulfilment has its limits, it's all part of understanding it for better taste.
Now for a book, Chuck Palahniuks Snuff. A story of a porn actress doing with a ending that feels like an in-joke of anybody into adult entertainment will get. Postmodern in its naughtiness. Its ending is an incomprehensible explosion that I won't spoil.
I'll devise the burlesque as the opposite of the slice of life. It's a non-genre of content that's more a style rather than a thing of itself. Its non-narrative touch means it can only attach to other plots in hope of supporting.
Its theme could only function as a support, yet it can't really support itself. It's simply explicit material on the contrary. We return to the intensity as a means to pulling attention and keeping it captivated.
Once could try to do a scene-to-scene analysis of Kim Kardashian's Selfie book, It's pretty much not what's intended though, ain't it?
A grade of progressive complications.
Slice of life non-genre marketing genre as been a marketing gimmick as a backlash of the 90s entertainment, it can only attach to romances and other non-violent genres of stories. It is the middle is what Alfred Hitchcock's 'Slice of cake' something the respects the entertainments' genre, it does its own thing though. The burlesque, could leak into dopamine culture with bad taste, the explicit could try to claim it's tastefully literate, yet lying about it could be a mere indulgent tease.
Several minutes of what not to do with a fetish/sex scene. Several years ago.