“Mmmmm…” I said as he pulled my body to him and moved slowly against me in a very appealing way.
“Lets go to bed” he said.
“Oh…Yes” I said.
An hour later we were sitting up in his bed propped against fluffy pillows struggling to catch our breath. He lit a cigarette. I didn’t smoke and never had, but a strong urge to puff on a cigarette overtook me. I grabbed his pack and extracted one.
His eyes were quizzical as he looked from me to his cigarette pack.
“Sorry, it just seemed like a cigarette moment”. I put the pack on the nightstand and laid the unlit cigarette next to it.
“Doll, you don’t want to take up smoking. Trust me on that.” He said. His eyes ran up and down my nude body as he drew a lung full of smoke. The tented rise of the sheets told me he was ready for seconds.
I looked at my watch. Only eleven. “I should be going” I said.
His hand stroked my leg inching up my thigh. He smiled seductively.
Being an amiable lover I kissed him in any number of places, never lingering too long in any one spot. “I really must go” I said between kisses.
He pulled me closer. “There’s only one place you’re going right now”.
I forgot all about the time as our bodies became one.
I got up early the next morning, dressing quickly in the half-light, not wanting to awaken him.
The embarrassment of the wanton way my body had betrayed me, didn’t fully hit me until I was stepping out of the shower in my own apartment twenty minutes later.
No, I’m not sleeping around, I am working on my novel today. Last night we had another Indy writer’s Group meeting. I could scarcely sleep last night for wanting to sit down at the computer and pound out a few lines. (No pun intended).
The question is – do you think it is okay for the heroine to sleep around in a romantic mainstream novel or is she supposed to only sleep with the man she ends up with?