Bring on the SEX! Or...don't. Please don't!
I've seen a few posts lately about contemporary romance and how sick people are getting of all the sex. Like, seriously, many AUTHORS are getting sick of sex. Shocking, right? Only, not really. You see, MOST authors are readers too. Like, mega-readers who just can't enough of all those beautiful words. The problem isn't sex itself. Sex is awesome. You will never hear me say I'm tired of sex. But I'm tired of it being absolutely meaningless. If I just wanna get off, I can manage just fine on my own. Close my eyes, imagine whatever sexy scene I want in my head, and get down and dirty. TMI? Sorry, not sorry! :P But anyway, the point is, if I'm reading a book, I need more than the right amount of kinky shit, covering enough pages, to get me off. I need a story. I need to be so drawn into what's going on that when the characters start fucking, I'm feeling it with them. Not just because he's hot and she's horny. D...