You Can’t Do That All Day!
The above picture? This is what I mean about that. Actually what Honey means, only it translates to write about sex. Here’s the conversation.
Honey jumping into a topic he figures is easy-breezy, but, you know with me that’s never the case. When is he going to learn? “So, what were you working on today?”
I didn’t even blink. “Stare Her Down. The rope scene with the two Doms.” I then proceed to go into detail- hey, he asked. 
“You’ve got to be (insert bucking with an “f” in front of it here) kidding me. That’s what you wrote all day?”
I nodded, even though truthfully, it only took me a few hours to nail the scene. Meh, I was more invested in Honey’s shocked expression to tone down the exact timeframe.
“You can’t do that all day.”
Yeah, I’m hearing those crickets too. Because, let’s face it, how can an erotic romance writer do her work without writing about sex? “Yeah, *I give him a sorry-about-your-luck look* I’m pretty sure I have to if I want to complete a story.”
“All day you’ve been thinking about that stuff?”
In my head I was quite insulted, thinking, well not all day, but then I thought about something else. I thought about what he does on a daily basis. It would be crazy for me to suggest he stop thinking about contracting crap all day. It’s his job, right? Just like penning smexxy is mine. *insert me doing the Yeah! YEAH! Cheerleading toward his takedown dance here* now *insert me flicking my hair and doing the nose tilt to the ceiling thing* “I wouldn’t say I’ve been thinking about it all day. I did have to stop and do research. I had to comb through graphic pictures that were–” *insert an over-the-top dreamy sigh here* “nothing short of miraculous in most cases. I can only hope to be able to capture in words some of the scenes I encountered. Hot? Don’t ask. Why I was so turned on I had to stop halfway through and…”
Bah! From there I went on a little sexy diatribe, completely fabricated and heavily embellished just to freak him out. My bad. No really it was my bad, because I didn’t count on his totally male reaction. *Insert me huffing the hair from my eyes and looking right at you* By the time I was done pulling his leg he was definitely looking for me to pull on something else. Man, that’ll teach me to mess with him on the topic.
*Thinks for a millisecond* Wait, now that I think about it? Things worked out pretty darn good for me in the end. So *taps index fingernail on front tooth and stares up at the ceiling* How shall I mess with him today? Poor Honey… heheheh!
Riley
