I suppose it’s not a good idea for an “erotic romance” author to make such a claim.  But then again, I’ve always hated labels, lol, so on with the post…

My characters would certainly argue the point.  The pursuit of sex haunts them, motivates them, drives them forward, often to do things they wouldn’t do if they were in their right minds.  As writers we can always count on this primary force to move our stories along and bring a smile to our characters’ faces.

But there are things that are better and, to my mind, much more pleasurable than copulating.  Of course, that’s easy to say when you’re not in a bout of heated .  But that doesn’t make it any less true.  

Like…

Spotting your first robin of the year after a long, cold winter (as I did this week—YAYYY!!!)

Slipping under a pre-warmed electric blanket on a frigid winter’s eve.

Very good chocolate on a very bad day.

That very first long, deep, slow, scintillating kiss.

Buttercream frosting.  ‘Nuff said.

C’mon and feel free to add to the list.  What makes you give that “ahhh” of perfect, self-satisfied pleasure?