First of all,  I am not a frequent reader of these sultry, erotic novels, hell I am a not a frequent visitor to anything having to do with erotica, but, I just couldn’t help myself.

I was given the trilogy by a friend and wasn’t sure what to expect. I mean, I was the gal that glared at her husband for months because he wasn’t a vampire.  And while I certainly wasn’t reading erotica… it awoke something in me.

For years now, I have been trying to figure out what.

Why are we all drooling over Ryan Gosling in Crazy Sexy Love? Why are we bitter because we aren’t a vampires “specific brand of heroin” Why are we desperate to have these heat exchanged moments with these desperately screwed up gentlemen?

I have a theory. It may be wrong, and possibly I am throwing too much out there. But, if a tiny bit of what I am saying is right, I encourage, or possibly dare you to share this with your girlfriends, and with your husbands. I also encourage, nay dare, you to comment below!

Here’s my theory.

I am no psychologist, but as a woman in this day and age… or more specifically as a mother, I feel a lot of responsibility for decision making in my world.  Woman have worked so very hard so that we have choices in everything (and yes, thank you very much. I appreciate my choices) that we are overwhelmed with what to choose.

We are strong. We are competent. We can take care of ourselves (yay us) but do we really want to?

I think the allure of these lovely gentlemen that women keep writing about it their very male-ness. The |”throw me on the rug and take me” maleness that they exhibit. Their ability to choose for us, feed us, love us and all the while covet us.

The very mom-ness that we carry around with us, the strong, dominant, force to be reckoned with woman can not fit in with these men.  They would never accept it.

To have someone NOT ask me to have sex… now granted that someone would be my husband… but to have him not ask me… cool.

Because if you ask a mom almost anything that would amount to pleasure for herself and take her away from her world of responsibilities, or have her give up some of her precarious control on her chaotic life… if you ask her, she will say no.

But, men… if you grab her and passionately, lovingly and erotically take her away – she will swoon.   And she will thank you.

We have too much to think about. Our brains are full. We have shopping lists, and birthday parties, school lunches, bill payments, work stress… the list is endless.  Women are tired. We are tired of living a woman’s dream and being able to do everything a man can do. We are so very tired.

And yes, I know, we have done this to ourselves.

By asking to be treated equally, we have lost so much of our feminine edge. But if we let our men be men (YES, Just be goddam MEN!) I believe we may start to remember our beautiful, feminine selves… because if you be MEN, we can just be women.

And yes, sometimes being a woman to a man is a fine, fine thing.

So my theory…   we need to let go, stop controlling everything. We need to stop parenting our partners. We need to allow ourselves the chance to succumb to our amazing husbands, allow them to nurture us, to change the days plans, to take control, to love us.

We need to be coveted.  Because ladies… wouldn’t that be nice to ooze woman and have your man greet you as a man?

So, share this with your man. See what he does…. And if you are blushing by morning, I want to know!

Because hot damn…. I sure am!