Molly had recently inherited the house from her Grandmother, while also graduating from school for psychiatry and her roommate Steve had a friend he thought Molly might want to rent to. Steve had described the guy who was coming over, but not like a woman would, more like a guy would. You know, good dude, responsible with a great job. It didn't describe him one bit.
Steve didn't describe the intense green eyes and constant smirk, the smoky voice that greeted her.
"I'm' Richard."
There was a calmness that contradicted Steve's high energy. Richard might just balance the house out; at least that's what she told herself. It wasn't just balance that having two hunky men in the house would bring. There would be much more than Molly expected.

I'm a writer who likes to tickle reader's brains with all sorts of ideas and love the challenge of delivering a story along with something titillating. Definitely one to write what I want without caring to follow the next trend, it's more about letting the story of adult situations develop naturally.
There are those moments where I do turn to the reader with some obvious cheese because I'm amused by such an obvious cliche in the foolishness of whatever is happening, but I can stir some emotional stuff in there too. Just because I write erotica, doesn't mean the characters lack emotion.