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July 13, 2015
Taking the Heat by Victoria Dahl: A Review
by Kiersten Hallie Krum
Sexy, funny, and inspiring, Victoria Dahl’s third installment in her popular Girl’s Night Out series, Taking the Heat, is for every woman who ever felt herself to be less only to discover all the more that was out there waiting for her.
After an abortive attempt to make it in the big city, Veronica Chandler has returned home to Jackson Hole, Wyoming to pick up where life failed to leave off. Author of the popular “Dear Veronica” advice column, she struggles with feeling like a fraud as she weekly dispenses frank and funny sex and relationship advice when she’s never had any of either one.
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From the moment he arrives in Jackson Hole, librarian Gabe Mackenzie feels like he’s finally home. An avid outdoor adventurer and expert rock climber, he takes to Jackson Hole like a carabiner to its anchor. But this bliss can only last one year before he has to return to the confines of New York City to take over the family restaurant business so that his father doesn’t work himself into an early grave. A decision that feels more like a sentence than a service.
Gabe is a freaking unicorn of a romance hero. He’s a bearded male librarian with a great sense of humor and a gold medal in cunnilingus.
Go ahead, read that sentence a second time.
As if that’s not enough, Gabe is a genuine Good Guy–but that’s also his biggest problem. He’s got Good Guy Martyr Syndrome down to a T. Gabe works to handle every conflict he can for his family to keep them happy. He does this out of love, but more and more out of obligation, repeatedly putting aside what makes him happy even though it pisses him off to have to give up what he loves. But he doesn’t do anything about it either because he likes being that good guy.
Gabe’s journey, however, is a bit thin, because Taking the Heat is Veronica’s story. For most of her life, Veronica has been faking it, pretending to be something she’s not, presenting a false front to the world to hide some real emotional damage. She’s always felt unworthy and undesirable, a mindset perpetuated by some pretty shitty treatment from her father and stepbrother. The one time she tried to break out into a new life in New York City, the isolation and disappointment of that reality check sent her running back home. Her biggest fake is her own advice column despite it’s increasing success. She fears her ongoing adult virgin state means she’s one wrong move away from a humiliating public scandal.
Dahl’s books are super sexy, but it’s the unashamed frankness that most makes them resonate. There’s no couching of terms, no easing of sensibilities, no laughable euphemisms. They’re often raw and earthly, not only to titillate but more to tear away at the taboo that often impedes needed conversation. I often wonder why she doesn’t have her own youtube sex education channel: “Vaginas stretch too! Debunking sex myths with Victoria Dahl.”
When Veronica starts to perform live versions of her advice column at a local bar, the resulting scenes are hilarious and rife with typical bawdy Dahl humor that will have readers crying with laughter. While Gabe and Veronica’s sexcapades are as frank and cheerfully dirty as you’d expect, they’re also filled with humor and a touching sweetness.
But Veronica doesn’t set out on the road to empowerment simply because Gabe finally helps her dispense with that pesky virginity. (That’s not a spoiler alert; it’s a Victoria Dahl novel. There will be sex.) Nor does she change her life through some epiphany fueled by Gabe’s mad oral sex skills (which are, admittedly, prodigious.) She changes because she can’t continue the way she is; she can’t go on faking her way through her own life. I genuinely got chills at one point and Veronica basically rips open an emotional vein to reach out to a troubled reader because so much of what she said hit so close to home.
We talk a lot here at Lady Smut about how romance novels empower women readers to be the heroines of their own lives. Taking the Heat does that in spades. Sure she gets the unicorn cunnilingus champion, Gabe (guys, seriously, treat those scenes as a user’s manual, ‘kay?) but Veronica’s true happily ever after comes when she claims her identity and allows her true nature out into the world to discover a life that fulfills her on every level, professional, personally, and eventually, romantically.
Taking the Heat releases on July 28, 2015, but you can pre-order it now.
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July 12, 2015
Short and Sexy: A Touch of Fun with the Erotic Short Story
The Halloween shopping season is about to start. Are you ready?
By Alexa Day
Halloween is only 111 days away. Are you ready?
No, I’m not kidding. I’m already working on a costume for this year’s festivities. There’s nothing worse than having to dress like everyone else on a holiday that celebrates your big chance to escape reality for one night.
But I’ve gotten an extra Halloween treat already: my short story, “Three, After Midnight,” will be released in an upcoming Halloween-themed anthology! You won’t even have to wait until Halloween to get hold of the scary, sexy goods. I’m looking forward to a September release date. That way, haunt-happy readers will have a chance to thoroughly investigate the stories and maybe make arrangements to try things at home.
You know, if that’s your thing.
“Three, After Midnight” is basically a story of a woman who lost her husband one Halloween night but has a chance to get him back — at least for a little while — once a year. It clocks in at just under 10,000 words, so there’s not much space for dithering. But the opportunity to squeeze a lot of story into a tiny number of pages presents an interesting challenge. It’s a bit like packing everything you need for a week-long vacation into a carry-on bag.
Writing the hot short story means making tough choices. I know I love delving into character introspection. But when there’s not a lot of space to get everyone comfortable and then get everyone down to business, well, let’s just say I need characters to be thinking and fucking at the same time. That’s loads of fun, at least for me. Inner conflict! Outer sexiness! Inner sexiness! Outer conflict! Round and round we go, right?
Keeping it short and sexy also means relying on double-duty details. Using the occasional detail to reveal character, unveil setting, and build sexual tension simultaneously makes for a delightful challenge. It’s literary freebasing, and if it’s done the right way, it produces a high that keeps a reader coming back for another hit.
So where can you go to see the job done right? Well, Lady Smut is a great place to start. Head on over to the Shop and you’ll see that most of us have worked in the short form and loved it. We have The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires for your perusal, and our contributors Isabelle Drake and Rachel Kramer Bussel definitely have the short story mastered (in the sexiest possible way).
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July 10, 2015
Sexy Saturday Round-Up
By Liz Everly and the Lady Smut Bloggers
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Hello, Sexy! It’s Saturday! Sit back, relax, and check out some of the blog posts we’ve found for your reading pleasure. A little of this and a little of THAT.
From Liz:
Measuring up. The preoccupation with penis size.
Advice on threesomes.
Joanne Harris continues to highlight sexism in publishing.
From Elizabeth Shore:
If you can’t fight it, embrace it. Learning to love your frizzy hair.
Putting porn use into perspective.
How to deal with e-book piracy.
The straight dope from women on masturbation – how, where, and when.
From Madeline:
In case you haven’t noticed: American black women kick ass:
She takes action into her own hands: Bree Newsome takes down an annoying flag.
Misty Copeland: The first black American prima ballerina.
Trans folk being recognized: Caitlen Jenner makes Women’s Power Hour list
Girl Scouts take no guff: Girl Scouts return 100k donation over anti-transgender stipulation
And finally: here’s what everyday women look like in Victoria Secret swimsuits — I think they look pretty great, myself!
Princess Peach, Bud Light, and the Trials of Being the Cool Girlfriend
So you decide to be the “cool” girlfriend…
…and hang out with your boyfriend and all of his friends. You can be one of the guys too, right? You show up with pizzas and a 12-pack. Most of the food gets devoured seconds after it’s placed on the living room table. Your guy says, “Play Mario Kart with us” and thrusts a wii-mote at you. All the guys look at you with anticipation and for that split second you are the center of attention. It’s fabulous.
Ready to seize that moment, you take a seat on the Doritos-dust covered couch and try not to think about the fact that the hideous plaid thing was probably garbage picked from a frat house that got condemned by the CDC. You’re given a hasty tutorial on what the buttons do. The guys deliver it with such enthusiasm and look super cute but the info only confuses. Still, you’re committed so you choose Princess Peach and before you know it the race starts.
Your previously slug-like, couch-potato guy friends are suddenly filled with life. They spring off the couch, onto their feet, screaming. They yell at each other, at you, at the pictures flashing across the screen. You think you might be in last place but nobody seems to notice. Someone gets a “blue shell” and your boyfriend starts swearing like a twelve-year-old who finally got to sit in the back of the bus. Four minutes later, it’s all over. You finished 6th out of 12. Not last! Everyone crashes onto the couch. You flop down next to your guy. Someone spills beer on you reaching for a pepperoni that fell to the floor from earlier but you don’t say anything because right now you’re the cool girlfriend, one of the guys.
The ritual from before is repeated, and repeated, and repeated.
Two hours of bumping into walls, getting taken out by bananas, and driving off cliffs. You want to be done, but you’re in it for the long haul. Surely they’ll get bored of it soon. Before you know it, it’s 3 a.m. and your thumbs are starting to cramp up. You realize you’ve been sitting in that same spot for eight hours and you smell like Bud-Light and Doritos and cheap pizza.
You open up Snapchat and look at all the fun your friends are having at the club. But quality time with the boys is more fun than that, right? You turn to your boyfriend. He’s snoring away, using the towel someone used to clean up the beer spill from earlier as a blanket. Everyone else lumbers off to bed and you guiltily send an SOS then steal a few Cheetos from a bag left open on the floor. The friend you called arrives so you give your sleeping angel a kiss goodbye then leave.
July 9, 2015
Your New Romance Cover Model Is Here: Grigoris Drakakis
By Madeline Iva
My friend the famous historical romance author would occasionally bemoan the fact that her cover model for two of her books had many, many more facebook followers than she had…
And indeed, her cover model-turned-online-cheff Nathan Kamp occupied that coveted Fabio spot for awhile when it came to romance covers.
But who will take his place? Well, peeps, one day an email popped up in my inbox introducing me to a new contender for Supremely Hot Romance Cover Super-model. He is Greek and his name is Grigoris Drakackis – and he is every paranormal author’s dream come true.
Hot. Broody. Dark. He belongs in a decaying weird castle, festering with tortured secrets.
There’s something dangerous about his look, something wild. He’s a serious bad boy.
Well, on the cover of a romance novel at least. Here’s what he had to say to us at Lady Smut.
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: My name is Grigoris and I am from Lavrio, Greece.
(In case you don’t know, readers—Lavrio is a sunny port city –bustling with men who work on the docks ships, covered in sweat, muscles bulging.)
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: But I also travel to the US as well to visit friends.
MADELINE IVA: Do you enjoy being every paranormal reader’s fantasy of a dark, brooding hero?
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: My look of course helps open new opportunities in modeling but most important is personality and character. I believe this is the key for success!!!
MADELINE IVA: What are some of the ‘rules’ you’ve learned when it comes to modeling with women at a shoot?
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: It is very important to have respect with a woman at a shoot and to make her feel at ease to have a successful result.
MADELINE IVA: What is involved in creating a successful romantic clinch?
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: Of course chemistry is very important and a must for best results…Most of all it is what you emanate…
MADELINE IVA: How is modeling in America different from modeling in other places you’ve worked?
GORGEOUS SUPER ROMANCE MODEL GRIGORIS DRAKAKIS: Modeling in the US is very different because it is very advanced.
Grigoris also likes going to the gym and working with weights, (not surprising, right?) catching a movie now and then, and listening to music. And he has a dog.
MADELINE IVA: Thanks for stopping by Grigoris! We wish you the best of luck in L.A. and hope you are plastered all over hot romance covers across the land. And don’t forget to enter our Goodreads giveaway for a free print copy of our Lady Smut anthology. Today’s the final day of the Giveaway!
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* Thank you to http://marymoriartyromanceauthor.blogspot.com/2013/11/an-interview-with-grigoris-drakakis.html for additional information about Grigoris.
July 7, 2015
Cloaked In Confidence
By I had to go to a work convention in Las Vegas last week. That was OK by me, cause I like Vegas. Absolutely nothing there even remotely resembles my daily life. If I’m in Vegas I’m on vacation, even at a work conference. The blistering heat, the theme hotels, the food, the shopping, the overall desert lavishness. None of that finds its way onto my daily grind menu, so for me it’s fun. And I don’t even gamble.
But anyhoo … so I’m in Vegas with a work colleague and after a seminar we attended, it was time for drinks. We bellied up to the bar and placed our orders. She’s a dirty martini kinda gal; I’m drinking vodka and cranberry. Within minutes after settling ourselves on the bar stools, my work colleague starts attracting men. Granted, this is Vegas, and part of the appeal is the hook-up. What happens there stays there and all that. But the speed with which men started flocking to her was impressive. Is she pretty? Sure. But it’s not her solely her looks behind all the buzzing boys. Not at all. The biggest tool in my colleague’s arsenal is her unflinching sense of confidence. She wears it like a second skin, and men flock to her feet.
When I mentioned to her how remarkable her self-confidence is, she confessed that she exudes it only on the outside. Inside she struggles with the same insecurities and self-doubt as the rest of us. It’s just that she doesn’t let it show when she’s out and about. It’s a highly attractive feature and no surprise that it reels in the opposite sex. We gals like a confident man, so it only follows that the reverse is true. They like a confident us. Yet, like so many men vs women things, it’s a certain type of confidence that men seem to like best. It’s what dating coach Adam LoDolce calls “sexy confidence.”
LoDolce points out that it’s easy for women to think being confident means having no vulnerability. Mais non, he says. Not true at all. Confidence and vulnerability aren’t mutually exclusive and, in fact, work best together. If you portray such staggering confidence that it appears you have not a hint of vulnerability anywhere at all, it can be a turnoff, likely because it doesn’t ring true. We all have insecurities, even confident people. But it takes confidence to express your insecure side. Get it?
Another misconception is that being overly confident takes away femininity. Another falsehood, according to LoDolce. We gals can be both confident and feminine. It’s that “sexy confidence” he’s talking about, which is exactly what my colleague has in spades. She struts her stuff boldly but with a feminine edge. A sword wrapped in lace. And guys come running.
The romantic heroines we create are exactly what LoDolce is talking about. Bold, smart, secure in who they are yet struggling in other ways, just like the rest of us. So if we can write them, why can’t we always be them? Probably because it takes courage to be confident. You’re putting your whole self out there for others to see. Perhaps, to criticize. But being confident and self-assured brings with it a certain amount of armor against the slings and arrows others may try to fling at us. It’s why we love it in our heroines, and why we need to love it in ourselves.
When doubts and insecurities start stalking me, I like to take a look at fashion blogger Jessica Kane‘s wonderful photo that she posted on Facebook of herself in a bathing suit. She says putting up that photo doesn’t make her “brave,” as some have said. Maybe not, but the confidence it took to post the photo for all the world to see is pretty darn cool.
You know what else is cool? Our Goodreads giveaway! Strut on over and be sure to enter. We’ve got giveaways galore, and we’re confident you’ll love them.
Magically Sexy: Strange & Norrell
I hear that Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell has made it over to the other side of the pond now, so I want to say a few things about how much I love this show. I’m reading the novel now and it’s one of those rare cases where the pleasure of the programme increases the pleasure of the reading. It hits all the marks for me because it’s magical and historical with a stellar cast — and costuming. I’ve already found several tumblrs that go crazy over the clothes.
Bertie Carvel plays Jonathan Stange and is just about as dashing a magician as you could wish, though perhaps the most attractive thing about him is how he dotes on his singular wife, Arabella (played by Charlotte Riley whom made a great Catherine Earnshaw opposite Tom Hardy’s Heathcliffe). I said on Twitter that I’d love to see an offshoot series, Arabella Strange Learns the Language of Birds. She’s such a terrific character.
It’s a delight to see the machinations of The Gentleman with the thistle down hair as he tries to move people around like chess pieces, though you rather hope that the utterly elegant Stephen Black (played with amazing power by Ariyone Bakare) and poor Lady Pole (Alice Englart) manage to survive. You don’t have to know anything about the period to love the characters, for their plights are totally engaging.
I haven’t mention Mr Norrell yet, have I? He’s played by the absolutely riveting Eddie Marsan. But he’s a bit of a fusspot to be honest. Not that I don’t totally envy his library with great drooling desire. And I completely identify with his preference for books to people and parties.
But I feel more in tune with Strange’s trust of his intuition and enjoy his cheerful buoyant optimism in the face of all kinds of adversity — and there is adversity to spare in this tale. Here’s to practical magicians in preference to theoretical ones!
Oh, but I haven’t got to the most appealing character, have I? Well, let me now turn to the curmudgeonly, gruff, unpolished, Northerner (of course ;-) ) Childermass. He’s nominally Norrell’s servant, but he’s so much more. The horrible Londoners who bewitch the magician overlook him at their peril. It is the power of the ignored to see so much more. I’d gladly spent an evening in a rundown pub with Childermass and his hand drawn tarot cards than with the finest of the ton in London. But that’s me.
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Summer Reads Give Away!
by Madeline Iva
Hello fluffy kittens! You’ve got THREE DAYS LEFT until our Goodreads giveaway is over. Wanna sign up? Here y’are —
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That said — we wanted to add more books to your fun pile with a totally random “I found this at a tag sale for fifty cents” romance book giveaway along with handing out to you, our favorite readers, some of our own books as well. They make for excellent beach reading!
So stay tuned for more info–and don’t forget to sign up for the free giveaway above. Here are a few of the physical books we’ll be giving away below, but never fear you kindle-holics–we’ve got ebooks comin’ at ya from Elizabeth Shore, Liz Everly, C. Margery Kempe, Elizabeth SaFleur, Isabelle Drake, and Wendy LaCapra as well. :)
A set of smexy anthologies edited by Lady Smut’s Rachel Kramer Bussel.
Are you the only person on the planet who hasn’t read Fifty Shades? Now’s your chance to rectify this gross oversight.
Someone out there is wishing for a whole pile of gently used bodice rippers from the early 90’s — and that someone is you.
Classic hardback Barbara Cartland — two novellas in one book. Back cover is the other novella cover.
Oh, so you’re one of those readers who likes women’s fiction, eh? Here’s a stack for you!
A collection of daffy Eloisa James novels — including three of her ‘fairy tale’ historicals.
July 6, 2015
Magic Mike XXL Supersizes A Woman’s Pleasure
by Kiersten Hallie Krum
You’d have to live under a rock not to know that Magic Mike XXL, the male stripper movie sequel, got a full release over the 4th of July holiday weekend. I kinda can’t believe I just typed “male stripper movie sequel” but there you go. Happy Independence Day, America!
Delighted as I am to watch hot guys take off their clothes, somehow male stripper reviews leave me mostly meh. I laughed myself silly from one end of Magic Mike to the other, but I’m pretty sure that’s not for the reasons Steven Soderbergh and the rest would prefer. Honestly, if I want a dry hump from an oiled up, male hottie, I can just as easily get one on a club dance floor with a loaded look and a hip shot. It’s not exactly hard. (Heh.)
I will accept a dry hump from Matt Bomer. I’m not *dead*.
But there’s something about a male revenue that makes me feel as though some of the women patrons are the butt of a joke for which only the dancers know they’re being set up. Like in the first Magic Mike movie, when Big Dick Richie (Joe Manganiello) lifts up an enthusiastic, overweight woman and promptly throws his back out. Geddit? Because heavy women are too large to pick up in a pseudo romantic gesture even when they’re paying for it. Hilarious, right? If that was real life, chances are that woman went home, crawled into half a gallon of cookie dough ice cream, and didn’t come out of her room for a month out of mortification.
I wrote about the reverse power dynamic of male versus female strip clubs when I posted about ManServants, the service by which women can rent a man to…do things for them. “We want to empower women to define what’s sexy and make their own rules,” they claim.
Thing is, that’s what Magic Mike XXL wants to do too, or at least that’s what this BuzzFeed piece, “‘Magic Mike XXL’ Gets Off On Getting You Off,” opines. (Cue the Halestorm earworm.) It in, writer Anne Helen Petersen claims that the movie “understands the narrative structure of female desire in the way few films do.”
Magic Mike XXL thus conceives of pleasure, and eroticism, as a force with many vectors. Most media represents desire almost exclusively as something that occurs between traditionally attractive, straight, appropriately sculpted white people under the age of 37, yet XXL shows it passing between races, between body sizes, between ages. Black women, middle-aged women, plus-size women, young women: We see all of them aroused. Sometimes they’re frenzied; other times they’re bashful. But in the spaces of the film, just like the space of the cinema in which the film is screened, that appetite isn’t just normalized, but encouraged.
Joe Manganiello *really* likes Pepsi.
As the guys go on a road trip to a stripper competition in Myrtle Beach, “at each stop, they learn and/or demonstrate a new understanding of female desire,” until they finally conclude at the competition where they display “a series of performances that turn on basically every component of the straight female body.”
Well now. How ’bout that?
Like the ManServants, the men of Magic Mike are looking to the women they entertain to define what’s sexy, what they most desire, and then they work to give it to them. It’s not a man’s idea of performing some firefighter clichéd idea of What Women What while really just inflating his own substantial…ego. Instead, it’s a major media motion picture where a group of hyper studs are actively working to understand what women really want.
It reminds me of The Privilege of a Woman’s Pleasure, romance scholar Jodi McAlister’s assertion that romance novels are concerned not only with fulfilling the heroine’s emotional journey, but just as much with satisfying the emotional journey of the female readers for whom romance novels are written. Not to give them a fantasy of some idealized relationship that can never survive the light of day in real life, but rather to take them on an emotional journey to which they can relate, be it in the romantic relationship or otherwise, and in so doing, fulfill a true need. According to Peterson, the men of Magic Mike are searching out that emotional fulfillment on a sexual level and approach their acts as “male entertainers” with priority first set on fulfilling that emotional need. Not carting that before mentioned heavy woman up into some gyrating facsimile of what they think she’s supposed to want, but rather actually seeking how best to make her genuinely feel wanted.
Dayam. Sign me up for the next showing.
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July 5, 2015
Summer School Goes Sexy at Would U
Don’t be so quick to say no to Vince. Not before considering True Detective.
By Alexa Day
Not that long ago, Jezebel started a new feature called Would U. I’m kind of in love with it.
Here’s the idea.
Jezebel bills Would U as “an academic forum” in which writer Ellie Shechet reveals her “gross crush of the week” and then asks us, the reading public, whether we’d be willing to have sex with that person. I’m all about that sort of academic exploration. You’ll recall that in recent weeks I suggested I’d be okay with tentacles (more than okay, honestly), and I’ve also taken an affirmative stance on (and under — heyo!) robots and sex with a coach in the room, watching and taking notes.
But what I love about Would U is that it makes this question specific.
Generally, when I’m asking myself — and then asking you — whether you’d consider sex with someone or another, I’m presuming that we are considering the most desirable example that class of people has to offer. In the case of robots, for example, I started our analysis with Yul Brynner’s Gunslinger from Westworld. I, of course, am perfectly comfortable with Gunslinger sex, and I’m also comfortable saying that more women are okay with Gunslinger sex than are not okay with it. (And it’s totally okay to not be okay with this. After all, things do go wrong in Westworld. Sometimes they go very wrong. One would want to have one’s pants on and pulled up when that happens.)
Would U takes this analysis further. The question is not “would you have sex with a bagillionaire?” It’s “would you have sex with Richard Branson?”
There’s a lot to think about, naturally, but Shechet lays out most of the variables so that we can make an informed decision on this important issue. She makes sure we know that Richard Branson has a puckish sense of humor to go with all that money. She shows us that Shia LaBeouf’s rat tail doesn’t always look filthy. She tells us that not everyone responds to the Hot Gorilla with an energetic no.
Shechet also offers readers something I don’t typically address in my own “would you” hypotheticals. She gives us the chance to say yes or no conditionally. We can trade sex with Richard Branson for a moon shot. We can demand that Shia cut that rat tail off.
Perhaps most importantly, I find myself answering the weekly Would U in the negative fairly often. For a woman who’s grown accustomed to answering “would you” questions with an unconditional yes, this is important. It means I’m broadening my horizons enough to discover gray areas.
That’s a good thing. Right?
So today I’m suggesting you indulge in some deep thinking and try out Would U. Enjoy the mental stretch!
And for the record, I’m a definite no to the Hot Gorilla, a definite no to Shia LaBeouf, a solid maybe for Vince Vaughn, and an absolute yes for Richard Branson and Robin Thicke.
If you’re not following Lady Smut, now is the time. Sure, we keep you sharp with all the sexy questions and such. But tomorrow, we’re going to hit you with the details about our sexy summer reading giveaway. You will definitely want to be in the know about that!
So get to following. And feel free to share your most shameful “would you” confessions in the comments. I mean, you must know by now that I am not going to judge you, right?
