Today I wanted to blog about sexy stereotypes. You know the ones I’m talking about. Anyone who’s read even one romance novel is bound to have encountered one or two. And why not? These delectable cliches still get my heart pounding from time to time.
Consider the naughty librarian. Visualize her if you can. Her hair up in a bun, ready to fall down if she chooses. The pearls at her neck that seem to smack more of sex than demureness. The conservative blouse, easily unbuttoned.
And then, for those who prefer a bit of masculine temptation, we have the cowboy. He’s probably sweaty…in fact, that ought to be a must. He may not be wearing a shirt. Perhaps he’s holding a lassoo…ready to tie something, or someone, up?
And romance/erotic literature abounds with so many more of these luscious archetypes. The tortured vampire. The innocent ingenue. The authoritative policeman/fireman/take your pick of men in uniform. The affable rake.
Why are we drawn to these characters time and again? Do they reveal a little about us that we weren’t aware of? Or do they put a fine point on all our fantasies, a dose of sweet nostalgia? I know my dreams have been colored by these icons many a night.
I think we enjoy their stories because they offer us the lure of the familiar, while still tickling our sexy bone. It’s sort of like curling up before a roaring fire. You feel warm inside just thinking about them.
Do you have a stock character that you enjoy reading about? Is there a book that has offered you an interesting take on one of these familiar roles? Share it with us!
I’m off to the library!