Recently someone said to me she had sex for three hours. As a romance writer my reaction should have been one of awe or amazement. In reality, I couldn’t think beyond several sarcastic responses.
I stared at her and wondered how a woman gets three, uninterrupted hours to do anything! I have to hide in the bathroom to get three minutes to myself. Even then, as soon as I’m out of sight, all hell breaks loose in my house. Everything could be calm and perfect and I swear the moment I sit on the toilet the most asinine things happen on the other side of the closed door.
Was that woman a witch and she cast a spell on everyone she knows to leave her alone? One thing I knew for sure, she wasn’t married with children because no wife likes her husband that much. And no mom can get away for that long.
Which brings me to my second thought…Three hours! Do you know what I could do with three hours? My whole life could change with three magical, uninterrupted hours.
I could take a nap.
I could watch two, maybe three episodes of a long list of television programs I have recorded.
I could match up all the socks with a mate.
I could finally do one of those deep conditioning treatments on my hair.
Shit, I could rule the world with three full hours of time.
Mostly I wondered what keeps a girl going for three hours. Yes, Yes… I write sexy scenes. I can give a few guesses. Maybe some clarification is needed. There are only three words in the English language that can get me excited for three hours…
Graham Cracker Crust