So I was cranking away on my work in progress, when I got stuck. You see, Bobbie, my heroine, was trailing behind a guy she doesn’t know is the hero (yet). And as she’s walking along, fantasizing about the untold joys that she hopes will unfold shortly in his hotel room, she’s staring admiringly at his butt. And she thinks to herself, this guy’s ass reminds of … of … of …
This is where I got stuck. I drew a complete blank on a male celebrity who has a nice ass. So, I had to stop and do some “research.”
This “research” led me to a butt quiz, which totally snapped me out of the mood as I was forced to gaze upon some awful-looking butts. Then I found a survey soliciting votes for/against butts – but with no photos. (Am I the only one who doesn’t have an image of every celebrity’s ass engraved in my brain?!)
And, somehow, this search led me to … furniture. Which completely removed all thoughts of ass cheeks and writing from my mind, since I desperately need living room furniture.
So, let’s forget about butts. And let’s talk about lips.
What do you think of this ensemble for my living room? Cheesy? Or the perfect statement for an erotic romance author?