Is that humanly possible?

Hmm …

Hi guys. While I’m on my mental vacation from writing my next novel (Seriously, after Brenda’s crew, who do I write about now?), my fingers are still itching to write something. While I dig through my folder of ideas to find my next people to share with you, I’m going to try something different. I’m stepping out of my box here to tell you the little side trip my mind went on today.

So …

I’m an avid romance reader. Big surprise, right? I used to be mostly a contemporary chic, but now my tastes are all over the place. Sometimes I go paranormal or biker or variations of bad boy, a lot of dark and erotic, sometimes funny and sometimes sweet. But I like to stick to the roughly “today” time frame. Not a big history buff so no historical romances for me.

One question pops up often when I run into a sex scene. After reading a super kinky, Herculean feat, I ask myself: is that possible? That turns into a daisy chain of other questions.

Can the body bend like that?

Are multiple, back to back orgasms for real?

And my favorite – exactly what does boy-on-boy action look like?

I admit I have not been privileged to have first-hand knowledge of boy-boy encounters. Don’t know if my heart can take it if I did! But I can share a nugget of information you already know: the internet is your friend. And it is amazing the videos people are willing to star in then post online. I focus on the amateur stuff because I’m trying to answer the “is that possible” question. The professionals deserve every penny earned for their learned art form. Not all of us regular folks have that kind of stamina!

Anyway …

It’s distracting when I read a sex scene and shake my head at the over-the-topness of it, or I just keep over-analyzing the words because that’s what my brain does. Because I fall prey to that trap, I don’t want to write the kind of scenes that trip up my readers. When I first started, yeah, I had some fantastical episodes going on, but I’ve learned and adapted – I hope! And part of that learning came from my self-initiated, self-study course on human anatomy.

After spending some time swimming in the murky waters, learning how to navigate from the scary stuff to the more romantic, I have crammed my subconscious with an inspiring catalog of bodily configurations. Trying hard to keep this classy! For example, no, a complete newbie can’t give a mind-blowing BJ her (or his) first time out. The receiver probably doesn’t care and will enjoy it either way, but no gold medals on the first run out the gate.

The other by-product of investing time mastering believable positions is that I see sex everywhere. No, I do not stumble across horny couples banging between buildings – thank God! I see everyday people walking down the aisles of a store, across a parking lot, at a concert, and I study how their bodies move. And I categorize what kind of lover they probably are by their movements.

And so …

This rambling journey leads me to today. I walked behind a guy today with large, well-defined muscles in all the right places. His clothes were casual professional, but they were barely hanging on, like if he flexed hard and fast he could rip his shirt. Tight butt, thick rock-hard legs … and stiff as a board. Like a G.I. Joe action figure. All that eye candy and my diagnosis was he spent too much time in the gym. Not enough cardio, no flexibility. Those hips would probably barely move back and forth while he watched his muscles glisten in the mirror, more turned on by how he looked than what he was doing.

But he’s a real person with a real back story. Before I can kick the lovely visual image out of my head, the “what if” questions start. What if Mr. Stiff Muscles met Miss Pilates at a mocktail bar? Mocktail because they are both far too healthy to poison their bodies with alcohol. He’s stable and straight-laced, but she’s adventurous. He can barely dance, but she’s melting like butter all over him. What does it look like when they hook up? What happens the day after? Any regrets? Love at first sight? Or best friends until their undercurrent of passion resurfaces. And how would her indie music boyfriend feel knowing she hooked up with a sexy man without him? Again.

And …

That’s how many of my favorite stories are born. From trying to answer the “is that possible” question and falling down the “what if” rabbit hole.