I'm Turning Into A Thirty-Five Year Old Mother Of Two, With A Husband Who Works A Nine To Five Job While I Stay At Home And Read Smutty Novels About Hot Guys.
I'm not even ashamed to admit that.. In the past twenty four hours I've read to VERY smutty novels and skim read another. I don't even understand the appeal... There are way too many sex scenes -and in far too much detail- for my taste and they aren't even written all that well. Furthermore they all have cliche or crappy plot lines. However I did just read a delectable murder in one! Oh it was wonderful! I can just imagine the blood and that bugger deserved what he got from those bikers! Leprechaun just asked if I mean Bodice-Rippers and I'm slightly confused and worried....
Anyway yeah so that's been an interesting discovery and I think I'm going to continue reading these smutty books until the early morning? Oh gosh I hope my parents don't see this.. I just admitted to reading books with sex scenes.... No I do not mean erotic novels. Just novels with A LOT of smut and a fair chunk of cute fluff! Basically fan fiction level. That's probably worse than most erotic novels actually.....
So a summery of today, bought my school supplies, had Chinese for lunch with Mother Dearest, came home and read smutty novels, wrote blog post. Dead. Don't know why I put that there but whatever.
I'm going to go back to my novels.
Live long and prosper, godspeed. (Parents if you're reading this.. I'm now erasing your memories.)
Becca.
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