Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Heros...I'm too sexy for my belly rolls!
Picture this in your next romance book...
Thunder, the sex god, with his erotic pink domed scalp leaned over and licked his thin reptile like lips. "Suck me off," he demanded in the whiny nasal tone she adored. The thin short proof of his manhood wobbled as she tried to catch the cunning hotdog with her lips, but as usual the pulsing prestle proved too fast for her.
"Thunder, I'm sorry. You're too much man for me," she admitted ducking her head in shame. Oh why she wanted to please this man, to make him ache for her touch, but she never managed to live up to his godlike expectations.
"Gotta use both hands, sugar-tits, if ya wanna satisfy and keep me."
What woman in her right mind wouldn't want both with this man? Short in stature, but wide in girth Thunder was everything a woman could ask for in her hero. The case of beer that kept is belly jiggly and soft made her drool every time he wiped off his white discolored wife beater t-shirt and kicked off his Hanes stained tighty whities.
"You're just too much man for me, Thunder!"
Thunder preened under her praise and patted the thin combover. "I'm too much stud for anyone to handle, bubble boobs!"
So she leaned in again, ignoring the ache in her knees and slipped her mouth over his manly meat. The unwashed musky scent of him almost made her pass out in pleasure. Why, oh why, couldn't there be more men like this in her world?
So anyone see where I'm going with this? We allow our heroines to be plus sized, not so pretty and something plain until the hero sees that certain something special in her. Yet, the hero is never allowed to be so lucky. He needs to be smart, handsome, carrying a six or eight pack of stomach muscles & able to charm old ladies and cats. Very rarely do we see a hero with a paunch or receding hairline. Granted, I can deal with receding hairlines a whole lot easier than a poochy stomach. Yes, I get my own shortcomings in this area. I write all about hot heros and not stick thin heroines. But being in a size twelve is easy to accept in a woman. It helps pop out our boobs & makes great cushion as he's pushin. Yeah, that was lousy but I've only managed one cup of coffee today. Play nice.
Anyway, that's my thought, brain fart or mind bubble for this week. Why do heros always have to be sexy when heroines don't. Or why don't we hold the men to the same standard as we do our woman. Since I'm just as guilty as the rest of the world with male objectifying someone please play shrink & fix me.
PS: This is no way copies the brillant yet copyrighted Regina Carysle's blog from yesterday. Please ask Desiree Holt or Eve Savage for proof of my original lightbulb moment if necessary. Now go comment & quick trying to pick on innocent little me!
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