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Romance Novels – Porn for Women?

We’ve all been there–minding our own business, perusing the romance section at our local bookstore, when from behind the stacks of scantily clad women in leather comes a voice, “Romance.” ::snicker:: “That shit’s just porn for women.”

Your first reaction might be violent, the second homicidal, but before you leap over the bookshelves and pummel the offending party within an inch of his–because it’s always a HE–life, consider this…

Isn’t romance really a form of porn for us?

Put down the torches and pitchforks and hear me out.

Admit it, ladies. The thought of a gorgeous, ripped man who is not only hot for us, but is kind, caring, possessive (yes, possessive), and a bit of an Alpha just plain does it for us. We get off on it as much as men get off on naked women.

I’m not saying romance is all sex and smut. You couldn’t be more wrong. It’s the intellectual and emotional stimulation we get from the books that affects us so deeply. The sex helps, but it isn’t the driving force.

Think about that next time some poor punk snickers at you while you’re getting your next fix.

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