Sometimes they are best when done singly. Trust me, I know where my clitoris is.
But there are those times that a partner helps take you to that place you just can't get to by yourself. Which leads me to thinking about an article I read that the g-spot might not really exist but is part of that amazing iceberg clitoris we have that wraps around us and looks like a wishbone in some drawings. (And don't we all wish a man could find the damned thing?)
But despite my random meanderings, I just wanted to say that I talked to Carolyn today about an idea I had for the series I'm writing and she had some reservations which made me look carefully at the idea and refine it and now I have an even better idea and wow. Thanks Carolyn.
And I really need to get back to writing because my heroine just cold-cocked my hero and you know that's got to hurt. And somehow that makes me happy.
If nobody comments on this post by the time I get home tonight then I'm utting up the picture of the gangrenous penis I've been sending my spammers.
You are so warned.
Cripes! I'm commenting, I'm commenting!
ReplyDeleteIt made me very happy when the heroine of The Wyndham Lagacy went after the asshat hero with a whip. My happiness upset my husband greatly.
Dang it. I really was looking forward to grossing Carolyn out.
ReplyDeleteOh well. There's always email.
commenting as well, for the sake of mind bleach shortage all around the intratubes.
ReplyDelete(alas, nothing violent to report as of now, though many imaginings of going after regular asshat customers--of both genders and sundry sexualities--at work)