Monday, January 31, 2011
His fingertips skimmed her body, each feather-light touch sending shivers over her skin. Though his touch was gentle, she felt as if she had been marked—claimed by him in some primal way. Her body arched into his as his tongue ran soft lines along her throat, cool breath pulsing quivers of passion through every fiber of her being. Never had she felt such power-- such raw, animal power. It might have frightened her if the man hadn't been . . . him. She let her eyes paw down the length of him, a feast of sensation. Silky dark hair, deeply tanned skin that smelled of coconuts, smooth well-muscled chest, like clay formed by the gods themselves. But, by far, the thing that made her heart pound, her core tremble, her body run wet with desire, was the sheer size of his beautiful, hard, massive. . . INTELLECT?
That's right, ladies. Dr. Ruth said it loud and proud, the most important sex organ is the brain. I'd argue that squirmy gray thing might be a man's sexiest feature, as well. Even when I think of the men I'd want to possess for a mere weekend, most of them boast conversational skills beyond that of a cantaloupe. And humor. Ah yes, what is sex without humor? The man who makes me think, laugh, question, and wonder is also the man who can make me scream. . . in the best way possible.
This post goes out to all those wretchedly sexy men who didn't get laid as teenagers. They were too busy working on their science projects, composing their arias, volunteering for Habitat for Humanity, and publishing their opinion pieces in the school paper. Ted Dekker and Neil Gaiman, both brilliantly talented writers, are the two (above) I've chosen for you today.
So tell me, who are the brains that turn you on?