For some reason, a pseudo-cybersex discussion with an old old friend on MSN last night got on the subject of romance novels.
Funnily enough, half the time those 10$ romance novels in depanneurs in the metro are effign hardcore.
I discovered this fact very pleasantly when I bought one cause I had a long bus ride, years ago and just found myself... placing my coat on my laps and be "inspired" by the book.
Heck I still remember "that one" I was reading.
"Poised atop the dark-haired beauty, Dominic Dragon of Pendragon pumped vigorously between his mistress's plump white thighs. Raising himself up on his elbows, he watched her face as she moaned and tossed her head in wild abandon."
How can I not enjoy this novel tremendously?
It's literary porn.