In my book, I write about a man who loved my farts. I'm leaving it in because, well, it's about time more women write more honestly about sex, about gratification, about their needs for both receiving and giving, even about farting.
"If you examine sexy heroines in literature you will see they either lose their lives or their children for expressing their sexuality." I can see now why I was so hesitant. I wasn't willing to die just yet.