To Queef or not to Queef…that was the question.

To Queef or not to Queef that was the question.

So the other night over at Writerspace the question was asked, craziest/wildest plot? I answered not so much a plot as it is, scenes.

In One Way Ticket to Love, my poor protagonist, queefed. Oh yeah she did. I hated doing it to her. I did. Poor thing bawled in the bathroom trying to debate how she could turn her body so her ass would fit out the mini bathroom window.

Didn’t happen.

Thing was, her dude knew what it was. Understood, but wasn’t sure how to tactfully tell her “air happens.”

In another story, It Came Upon a Midnight Dream, my hero who happens to be a tiger shifter, stays in cat form (he works in a zoo) as to not alarm his mate who doesn’t realize who he is. By doing so, his animal has taken more control that he would have liked.

He sprays her.

Yep. You heard right. Sprayed. (Zhara was PISSED let me tell you)

I want to create stories that aren’t only steamy, but somewhere along the romantic adventure, gives you a laugh. An unexpected one. The snortle if you will.

I love snortles.

Now go get your Saturday happy on.

🙂

Bobbi

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