Just because I write sex, doesn't mean I always have it on the brain, right?
Okay, that's a lie, but I want to say that before I considered writing erotic romance, I still had sex on the brain. What can I say? I'm a warm blooded woman.
I'm not lady, not in the least, and I love the idea of hanging out with my friends and ogling some hotness that may walk by my table. At the mall, last week, I saw the cutest guy at a kiosk and felt my body catch on fire. All I wanted to see was him naked. My friend had to talk for me because I went 'dumb' with lust.
Yesterday, I saw The Avengers and again, all I imagined was each hero doing wicked things to me. I'm sure I lost half of the plot because the blood in my brain dropped to my girly bits. It happens folks!
Yet, am I truly alone in this? I sometimes think I am, because the way males approach the subject is with shock and a need to run far from me. I can't truly be that much of an abnormality for always thinking, wanting, and craving the yummy sex. Girls like porn too, reading it, writing it, seeing it. Mmm.
That's why, every Monday, I post sexy goodness on my blog. Because we deserve it.
So yes, I think, therefore I am...sex. I guess that's why my nickname used to be walking sex. And I'm totally not ashamed to be as such.
I'm sexy and I know it!