Basically, I entertain myself with Fiorella, and anyone else who wants to tag along for the ride is welcome.
My fictional heroines are inside me; yours are inside you. Different people will write the same story differently--which is why plots can't be copyrighted.
Fio gets high on writing. It sucks her in like a drug. And she resents it when she has to come out of her highly-charged fictional world for such pedestrian chores as laundry. Let them eat cake.
A word to the wise: one can do only so much with sex in a romance without getting perverse, boring, or ludicrous.