Erotic fiction!!

Bored housewives and frustrated Star Trek fans, we need your fiction! See our contact information page for submission addresses.

In the meantime, here are some samples of what we hope will soon be available:

FOR THE LADIES:

Jamie clutched Joe's raw, uncooked member in her hand. Joe stirred and loosened his clothes, causing Jamie to sigh. She cooed [insert the words you like most here].

As the couple's breathing became ragged, the temperature rose. Joe's blood began to boil as Jamie leaned closer. He could feel the heat from her body now. He steered his member toward her relentlessly, but, alas, it was now limp.

As he quietly murmured words of apology - "It happens sometimes" - Jamie took him in her arms. The two, overcome by each other's presence, stretched out, relaxed, and soon were asleep in each other's arms.

FOR THE BLOKES:

Karl rode his snarling beast long and hard, vanquishing and plundering and buying faster and faster PCs until he came upon a packet of linguini. He approached them and spoke. "Who are you?" he asked. A lone maiden stepped forward, blinking in the sunlight (for she had never seen sun), and said "Are you a, a man?". She paused, uncertainly. Seeing his confusion, she explained "We have never known man".

He learned that she and all the others there were born into an order of nuns, the Sisters of Pho. Among their mandates were to hold to the straight and narrow and to wear tight-fitting plastic packages.

Karl approached and said gently "Let me show you what your gods, of whom I am a messenger, meant for you". Eagerly, they lined up to be despoiled. The first took his sweaty hand. Within moments, she was dripping. Fifteen minutes later the second took his hand and she too was led away. Several hours later, Karl had successfully asked the girls to boil with each other and knot themselves together in more and more complicated patterns. His hot juices filled one and then another. Spent and wearied, he lay down, never for a moment ignored by the touch of the bowlful of tittering beauties.

Gratefully, they stroked him, moving teasingly close to his anus only if the reader is into that sort of thing.