Mills and Boon

'Men are so beaten into submission these days,' says Jilly Cooper. 'They're so wet and worried and confused that one simply has to reach into romance novels to find a proper hero.'

Brilliant artical about Mills and Boon in Yesterday's Observer. Had me laughing out loud in a public place.

This excerpt from the mighty Indulge Me by Joanne Rock is a classic example of the genre:

The silken heat of her drove him to the brink. He managed to stave off his own satisfaction only by focusing every ounce of his thoughts on her. Her needs. Her wants. Ignoring the heady scent of floral fragrance and warm woman, Nathan concentrated on finding just the right touch that would please her, make her forget her own name. He elicited gasps, moans, and sighs, but only when he plucked the sweet centre of her with his finger and thumb, and drew her nipple deeply into his mouth did he find the hot button that made her whole body tense and tighten.

Victory poured through him for all of two seconds before his own release swamped him, made him forget both their names.

I don't know what's so funny. I thought it was very erotic.

I'd much rather read a Jackie Collins, that's proper naughty

I stand cowwected

Sorry Clayhead, I should have said "laughing out loud" is a euphemism I use for getting a fatty.

Anyone who's ever seen it would know why

Jobza Goodun wrote:

'Men are so beaten into submission these days,' says Jilly Cooper. 'They're so wet and worried and confused that one simply has to reach into romance novels to find a proper hero.'

Brilliant artical about Mills and Boon in Yesterday's Observer. Had me laughing out loud in a public place.

This excerpt from the mighty Indulge Me by Joanne Rock is a classic example of the genre:

The silken heat of her drove him to the brink. He managed to stave off his own satisfaction only by focusing every ounce of his thoughts on her. Her needs. Her wants. Ignoring the heady scent of floral fragrance and warm woman, Nathan concentrated on finding just the right touch that would please her, make her forget her own name. He elicited gasps, moans, and sighs, but only when he plucked the sweet centre of her with his finger and thumb, and drew her nipple deeply into his mouth did he find the hot button that made her whole body tense and tighten.

Victory poured through him for all of two seconds before his own release swamped him, made him forget both their names.

Fucking hell he's made me forget my name... the dirty bastard

People still have sex?

Mick Mills and Ken Boon should write a book about footy,motorbikes and pummeling..I'd skip the motorbike chapter meself,like.

Heather and Clint could do the actions...

:barf:

Ally Peesha wrote: I stand cowwected

I thought you were incowwectable?

Jobza Goodun wrote: Heather and Clint could do the actions...

:barf:

Heather could do the noshes,as penance for all that she seemingly is,and be just greatful... I could be Clint's stuntcock double,out of charity and kindness,and fuck her cross-eyed...

Jobza Goodun wrote:

Ally Peesha wrote: I stand cowwected

I thought you were incowwectable?

Incowwect! She's uncowwuptible.Cwazy as it sounds...