Smut is great, raunchy, an sick-to-the-nast [Busy Bee Lauren, people!] . And, dammit, I love it. Even when some are extremely blasphemous. But that makes it better, much, much, better. It feels like you are being naughty without even trying.
Let the blasphemy begin:
Probably a risky move for this author, but, I mean, if I were some disciple from a religious text, I'd read it too. No telling what I would do; I'm spontaneous. Like me posting a bunch of holiday themed stories this whole month. It's like ABC Family's 25 ays of Christmas with smut, slash, and fluff. Oh, I will try to post some non-holiday ones too, for those who may not celebrate.
I completely agree with the author on this one:
"If you took any offense to this, send me a PM. I'm open to any and all suggestions onto why you think I might be going to hell. :D But hey, pot! It's me kettle, you're black. You read smut. Don't try to preach to me. This one was way fun to write. I loved this Jasper. Gives me chills. He's so naughty."
