As much as I love reading romance, some books in the genre make me pause. Lately that pause involves a tape measure and an involuntary kegel caused by feared, followed by a “Nooooope”.
Sometimes, I think authors gt really excited and go overboard with the description of male genitalia. If a man’s penis is longer than my forearm and I can’t fit my two hands around it easily, I’m running for the hills. I love my lady bits too much for that bit of crazy.
The take away for authors here, is to remember to have a measuring tape handy when you describe a penis. Sorry guys, but in this case size and dimensions matter!