So, I was on the bus home from NYC when some very formal, professional business-type woman sat down next to me. She was on the phone at first and spoke in this sweet, quiet voice - all innocent sounding. Well, then she hung up the phone and she began to type on it. At first I thought, “Okay, she’s just texting. No interest here.” Until I accidentally glanced at her phone. All I saw was “your cock”. I had to look away quickly because I thought I was going to burst out laughing. About twenty-minutes go by, and she’s still typing - which what I immediately realize is a novel. So, I keep trying to sneak peaks of what she was writing. But I was holding in so much laughter that it was nearly impossible. I only managed to read one full line, but it said, “Turn off your belly and give me your sweet boy’s ass.”
…when the next top selling porn novel has that line in it, don’t say you weren’t warned.
Above all, I was very tempted to tell her that she should mail a draft to Richard Speight and Matt Cohen, asking them to narrate it.
…as I am gushing over Ella Simms, Trish Wellington, Ruby, etc. all the desperate 40yr old virgins and their 27 cats will be everywhere knowing her for only that role.
I look up to her too much for her to be cast in that god-awful twilight fanfic porno.
Don’t do it, Katie. You can get better publicity elsewhere.