After my last post where I outlined a romance for guys entitled The Heiress’s Baby Daddy, my creativity started flowing. Summoning all I remember about from the romances I’ve read, I came up with:
From the moment the penthouse door slammed shut, Liza had him under her spell. Ethan’s eyes were fixed on her curvaceous body. From her luscious lips to her bountiful bosom to her inviting hips to her powerful legs.
Like a hypnotist, she backed him across the living in a seductive dance of passion and need. As they neared her couch, she gently pushed him back into the soft, inviting leather of the sofa.
The heat between them reached a ranging inferno as Liza startled his she straddled his hips, locking her toned legs against him. She pressed her veiled womanhood against his sheathed manhood.
She undid his tie and unbuttoned the top button while cooing in his ear, making his clothes drown in sweat.
“You want me, don’t you?” She said hypnotically.
“Yes,” Ethan replied as squirmed under the pressure in his pant reached the point of pain.
“There’s only one thing you have to do,” she said softly.
“Anything,” Ethan said breathlessly.
Liza put her lips against his ear and whispered, “Marry me and father my children!”
The pressure evaporated instantly. Passionate sweat turned a cold, sickly sweat.
Ethan, found his strength and tried to throw her off, but all that happened was they turned over, with her below and him above, her legs still locked tight…
Honestly, I’m not sure if I’ve written an excerpt from a serious romance, or a down right parody of one. Either way, I think there’s something here.