My rum blend of margarita, the dark chocolate next to me and the array of erotic tales I have pulled up to read.
Yes, it certainly does. I think it adds an edge of excitement to the situation.
B.A.L.A.N.C.E
What is balance but a mind-set
A choice, a desire, a goal
Good versus evil
Right versus wrong
Intelligence versus stupidity
Responsibility versus amusement
Chin tilted
Neck strained
Breasts out
Back Arched
Ass tight
Legs apart
Feet braced
Toes curled
An image of beauty
An image of desire
A frame of perfection
And a frame of perception
Eyes wide
Nose straight
Lips parted
Ears open
Nipples peaked
Stomach rippling
Thighs quivering
Calves trembling
A vision of seduction
A vision of submission
The entirety of slave
The entirety of a woman
The entirety of oneself
Balance
I always get in this predicament where I decide to go to a bookstore and write. It's never a good idea...
Mid way through the story I find myself wiggling in my seat, wishing I was in the privacy of my own home. I think the fact that I DO write it in public places makes it even more of a turn-on, since anyone, at any time, can steal a peek at my screen.