I’ve always had a dirty mind, it’s kind of what Quebecers are known for… poutine, sex and hockey. LOL Reading romance has probably brought it out more, but I think the foundation was already there. I suspect that the genre has done more for my pervy vocabulary than anything else. Before romance I had no idea what MMM (male male male), BYOT (bring your own toys) or TPE (total power exchange) was. I also didn’t know that so many words existed in the English language that can be used to describe man and lady bits.
Every so often I’ll giggle when I come across something in real life that reminds me of a sexy scene I read recently in a book—whether it be chocolate cake (Werewolf in Last Vegas by Vicki Lewis Thompson) or seaweed (Tempest Rising by Nicole Peeler). Now, I don’t consume A LOT of erotica, and paranormal romance is pretty tame in comparison, so I’m positive that there are plenty of readers out there who have a leg-up on me in this (*cough* Jennifer from The Book Nympho). I guess I can’t take 100% credit for my one-track mind because reading romance most certainly has made it worse, or better? It all depends on how you look at it!