Reading about the hype over Fifty Shades of Grey reminded me of my own guilty secret:
I hate writing sex scenes.
Putting aside any issues I may have about, er, turning myself on (TMI), I’ve always found that most of the sexy stuff that happens in my writing occurs when my characters are fully clothed. Even the most deceptively simple moments, such as eating a cinnamon roll or fixing a car door, can be written in such a way that inspires erotic tension – and that, to me, is just as hot (if not more so) as watching two consenting adults getting naked with hands and mouths all over their corresponding body parts.
Speaking of sexual tension: I’m not a fanfic fangirl, but I am truly convinced that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are in a loving domestic partnership. I don’t even care if it’s RDJ or Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock, as long as I can enjoy the overt (b)romance that “the consulting detective” has with John.
Also, I know that he’s funny-lookin’, but Benedict Cumberbatch is hawt.