Until then, we’re running a contest of our own. In the comments, I want you to write your very best steamy G to PG-13 rated one or two-liner. Come on, Twilight fans, I know you have one tucked away somewhere…
I’ll kick it off…
His oversized hand pressed gently against the small of her back as he dipped her in his arms, staring deep into her hungry eyes. He pressed his lips firmly against hers in a passionate embrace that spoke of their enduring love and unwavering loyalty to one another.
(If this were a scene taken from my life, which it isn’t, the next line would read something like this…Suddenly there was a loud banging on the bedroom door. Mooooooooooom! Judd threw his sippy cup at me!”)
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LOL!!! That happens at our house too! No privacy!!!
I could feel his breath on my neck in that quiet moment between night and morning. I sighed with pleasure as he straddled me, "Kim, I'll hop out bed, make the coffee and take Bella to the toilet. You sleep in for another half hour."
(And now you know why I don't write erotica!)
Come enter the contest!
Bo and Nell - you know the story...book the flight to Hawaii!
OH, MY that is NICE, KIM!! I'm shaking in my seat while brushing tears from my face. I want to read more!
I've entered the contest and now I'm headed to Amazon to order a copy since I'm pretty sure my chances of winning are slim :)
Leeann, you know how when the bed is full of kids and you have to straddle someone to get OVER them to get out of bed??? THAT. Kimmy don't write sex. Blame the Dominican nuns....
Kim - Sure. Uh Huh.
Oh I'm serious! If I were writing erotica or romance, it would be horrible and contain the dated phrase, "swollen member." And it would still be horrible. I should quit while I'm behind, huh?
I could barely get through Twilight, so here goes:
He gave her a wink as he loaded the last dish in the dishwasher and said, now where's that laundry that needs to be done? :)
Are you so turned on right now? haha
Whoo! Pass me a cold cloth! I love him! :)
Oooh. Pass the cold cloth down...
Sorenson, you've just won one of my precious recycled cotton balls to use to clean your face.
We could patch together one raunchy novel. With pictures of our shirtless husbands vacuuming the house, then washing our hair.
CAn I write the scene with the giant poop placed on the edge of the tub and the child standing up in the water saying, "yucky."??? And my husband and I sharing an intimate moment of laughter while staring at this monster poop.
Oh yeah. Romance....
word ver? MateScut. I kid you not.
Leeann, this comment has NOTHING to do with this post. I'm commenting anyway! After your post a while back about listening to Holiday by Greenday while you ran, I had my husband put it on my ipod. I usually start my music list over every time I run but this morning I started where I left off on Wednesday's run. Eventually, Holiday began playing. It was GREAT. I'm so glad you mentioned it - it is perfect for running and it made me think of you!
So I read your blog yesterday, and thought most of the day about something I could write. I came up with the greatest paragraph about about 5:30 this morning after I fed Lachlan and couldn't go to sleep...but I forgot it!! So, I'll have to keep working on it.
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