...why aren't we all out shagging pylons?
The powerful man struts through the pages of erotic stories as if he owns the place - he probably does. And I like to read and write about him ripping metaphorical (or indeed literal) bodices as much as the next smut fiend. What is it about this guy, though, given that most of his real-life counterparts are really not that sexy?
I mean, plenty of women fancy President Obama, but I'd put that down more to his general attractiveness than his residency of the Oval Office. His predecessor wasn't exactly getting knickers thrown at him, after all. (Just shoes.)
The power-brokers of erotica are different animals - not just in charge of great dominions, but personally magnetic with it.
But what came first? The power or the charisma?
Who cares? They're hott!
(Don't ask me to tell you my shameful secret politician crush though - it is much too embarrassing for public consumption...)