Would you, could you, in a chair?

When I was driving home from Utah late last year, right before After Hours released, my daughter and I were joking about what I should write next. We came up with an erotic story involving a dentist because at the time we thought it was hilarious.

You know when a story idea goes ping in your head? This one did even though it was a joke. When I got home, however, hell had been released so every thing went on the backburner.

Recently I finished a rough draft and was reviewing the ‘to be written’ pile trying to decide which project to tackle next. Even though it wasn't on this list, the dentist story kept popping up. ‘Write me! Write me!’


I told the damn story that it was a joke and no one would read an erotic story involving a dentist.

Then I pictured the dentist chair. The one that moves in some pretty interesting positions….? ? ?

....and so I gave it a few minutes of thought and mentioned it on Twitter just to see the reaction. After typing the tweet, my brain went from zero to gutter in less than 3 seconds.

Picture me, sitting alone in my room, giggling about variations of dentist’s ‘tools’ and how well they might possibly ‘drill’. Alternate meanings of ‘open wide’ and … yeah, you get the idea because, yes, I can channel my inner 12 year old boy with the best of them.

So I’m throwing it out to you readers. Would you read an erotic story involving a dentist, or would just the thought send you running?