Posted by Roz Lee in Erotic Romance on 19-06-2013
It’s not Love Potion #9, but it could be close. Scientists have known about the naturally occurring hormone oxytocin since 1906, but it seems no one found a viable market for it until recently. No doubt spurred on by successful marketing of erectile dysfunction drugs over the last decade or so, pharmaceutical companies are ready to cash in on the modern day love potion in the form of a nasal spray.
Not very romantic, but possibly effective. The jury is still out.
While it’s simply to quantify results with erectile dysfunction drugs, there’s an erection or there isn’t, quantifying emotions is more difficult. A recent study at the University of Zurich produced some interesting findings that could, if substantiated, move society a step closer to the Love One Another utopia so many claim to want by decreasing aggression and increasing trust and bonding between humans.
Purveyors of the oxytocin nasal spray claim users feel more relaxed and thus appear more attractive to potential sexual partners. Translation—it might help you get laid.
Production of the so called, cuddle hormone is stimulated by touching—hugging, kissing, and you guessed it, sexual activities. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather get that post-coital blissful, relaxed feeling from actually doing the deed, but in the absence of someone to rub against, blowing it up your nose may be a viable alternative.
A New Use
At any rate, I find the research fascinating from a chemical warfare standpoint. Instead of annihilating the opposition, perhaps we could employ some military crop dusters to spray combatants with oxytocin laced happy gas. We could turn entire battlefields into Woodstock-esque love ins.
Perhaps the new battle cry for the Twenty-first century can be found in the lyrics of Get Together by the Youngbloods. I’m thinking the hippies may have had the answer all along.
C’mon people now,
Smile on your brother
Ev’rybody get together
Try and love one another right now.
A Trip Back in Time
Digging into my backlist, here’s a short excerpt from UNDER THE COVERS – Lothario Series #5, where I put oxytocin to good use.
Her body still hummed with the drugging effect of good sex. She pushed up and away from the one place her body wanted to be right now. Only a fool fell under the oxytocin spell, and she’d fallen harder than most. Hormones made you stupid. Trusting, and stupid.
“Where‘ya goin’, darlin’?”
“Do you know you drop half of every word when you’re under the influence?” Bree squinted into the darkness, looking for her wrap. Drew rolled to his side. She jerked when one finger brushed her ankle. She had to get out of here before he touched her again.
She caught a glimpse of something blue and headed in that direction. “Oxytocin,” she explained. “The cuddle hormone.” She picked up her sarong and fastened it around her, wishing it was made of something impenetrable, like kryptonite. The thin silk wasn’t any kind of barrier against Drew’s potent touch. All he had to do was brush against her and her pituitary gland shifted into high gear. – making her stupid.
He’d risen to his full height, still magnificently naked, and semi-aroused now that he’d removed the condom. Maybe there was more than oxytocin at work here. She had to concentrate to keep her feet from moving toward him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “It’s the hormone that makes us trusting, makes us want to cuddle.”
His lips inched up at the corners. “Oh? And you think I’m under the influence of this, cuddle hormone?”
“Yes, I do,” she stated. Think. Put this in prospective. “It’s released by touching, and during sex.”
“Really.” It wasn’t a question. “And are you under the influence, too?”
Bree nodded. “Yes, I am. That’s why I’m leaving.” It was a ridiculous statement since her feet were glued to the floor. Drew’s half smile had grown to a full-blown one. He took a step closer.
“Are you saying my touch makes you trust me? It makes you want to cuddle with me?”
Oh, dear God. “It also makes me say things I shouldn’t – obviously. Or that could be the testosterone.”
He took another step toward her, and she could almost see the male hormone shimmering off his body. “Testosterone?”
“Uhm…yes. It increases in women when they’re sexually aroused.” Stupid.
“And are you sexually aroused right now?”
“No,” she lied.
“As much as I’m enjoying this little biology lesson, I’m much better with hands on experimentation.” He crooked his finger at her in an age-old signal. “Why don’t you come here and we’ll test out your theories – again.”
“No. No, I…can’t…I have to…go.”
A movement just out of her narrowed vision caught her attention, and her gaze flickered down. Drew’s cock stood at full attention, and if she wasn’t mistaken, it grew under her gaze. Her legs trembled enough to shake her feet loose from the floor. She bolted for the door and came up short when it wouldn’t open.
Damn. Locked. She hadn’t heard him move. He stood behind her, not touching, except for his hot breath on the shell of her ear. One arm reached out and punched in a code. The opaque glass doors slid open, and she ran as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her.
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