Our household is full of compromise…well at least trades. Like I get to pick what we watch on TV Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday (why he doesn’t want to watch America’s Funniest Home Videos, Grey’s Anatomy, and Ghost Whisperer I’ll never understand:) and then hubby watches football all weekend and Monday. Occasionally NASCAR, sigh.
This weekend while cheering on his beloved Jets (before they started giving him negative points in his fantasy football) we had this conversation:
Hubby: Mark Sanchez is such a sex cannon!
Moi: Pardon? A what?!
H: Haven’t you heard that before? A sex cannon, as in he’s awesome.
M: As in he’s awesome at sex?
H: No, just awesome, and maybe good looking too, it’s what “they” call Rex Grossman.
M: Well a of all Rex Grossman is NOT CUTE and b of all I have never heard that before. I am checking the internet…
So according to the world wide web it turns out Rex Grossman is/was nicknamed the Sex Cannon (again, he is not that cute, but Mark Sanchez? Yumm). Google away my friends, I didn’t find any fabulous links. I also accidently found stuff about Nick Cannon and sex, so be careful!
I also searched twitter for “sex cannon,” obviously the best way to see if this is a common phrase and it is NOT. Only 1-2 references to Rex Grossman. But I propose we add this to our lexicon.
We already have smexy and there are only so many times you can call a guy hot/hott, so why not sex cannon?
I’ll tell you who’s a sex cannon though, the Hero in my current read – Vaughn D’Angelo in Nalini Singh’s Visions of Heat. As evidenced by this scene (um, keep in mind he’s a jaguar changeling):
“Show me,” she whispered…
The T-Shirt she’d meant to sleep in floated to shreds at her feet – Vaughn’s claws had moved so fast she hadn’t even had time to take a breath. Eyes locked on her, he slid his hands down her back and under her waistband to cup her bottom.
She gasped as her breasts rubbed up against his chest, full and aching. When her panties disintegrated off her body, she barely felt it, so stunned was she at the pure sensuality that spread across Vaughn’s features. He’d been scared of physically harming her yesterday. Today he was in full control of his strength…but not his hunger.
He smoothed one hand down the front of her body and the roughness of his skin rasping over her navel had her holding her breath. The tips of his fingers touched her curls. She clenched her hands on his shoulders.
“So soft,” he murmured, and drove his fingers through the curls to cup her intimately.
Her scream reverberated off the stone walls.
Meow! I need to do a little more research to see how aptly my newly learned term really applies to Vaughn, so pardon me while I keep reading that scene. I might have to peruse some other lusty scenes. Just for research you understand!