Did someone say crazed writer? These are the first few lines on my hub page named "Tiffany Stone (The Story)" I don't think a fantasy can get much more erotic than this and still be rated PG. (LOL)
He thought. "What kind of dream is this?"
He felt as if he were in a dream that he couldn't awaken from.
He thought. "I must awaken from this dream and take charge of myself. But how? How can I awaken?"
At last, he was no longer traveling above the ocean at warp speed. He could feel his body, now splash into the water, as the impact pulled his clothes off. Now he could feel a terrible wet chill.
As waves crashed over him, he started to awake, but the waters were so frigid, he could feel himself going into a state of hyperthermia.
He thought. "I'm gone, and there is no Canada that I will see."
After a time, he could feel lips pressed on his. The lips were soft and sweet. He could smell the scent of a fresh morning bubble bath. He could feel hot air blowing into his mouth. But he could not move. His eyes refused to open. But he could feel the sun now. Then he felt tender fingers touch his face.
Hands were now pressing on his stomach and water started to flow from out of his mouth. He felt hot air again blow inside his mouth.
Gentle fingers touched his wrist, as he heard a female voice cry out." A pulse, a pulse."
He lay there helpless on the beach. He could not move, he could not see. He felt only the sensation of feminine hands all over his body.
Then he heard a female voice cry out. "Body heat. He must have lots of body heat. Its his only chance to get warm enough to survive."
His eyes, then started to open very slightly. He saw a woman standing over him, she had long strawberry blond hair that was rich with curls.
She was quickly undressing and revealing very, full and beautiful, breasts, a slim, waistline and very, firm thighs. He then felt her body go underneath his. But, yet, then again, he saw the same woman standing over him and quickly undressing, yet, she was wearing different clothes.
Then she placed her body on top of his.
He thought. "What kind of woman, can be on top of me, and underneath me at the same time?"
And then he thought.
"Could this be Hell?"
"And I be damned."
"To feel this lust."
"Yet to frozen be."
"What were my sins?"
"For this to be."
"Frozen so helpless."
"Here for all eternity."
Suddenly, he started to feel a rush of heat spreading, all over his body. The heat from the woman's body above him, combined with the heat of the woman's body underneath him was thawing him out rapidly now.
Then he thought.
"What madness can this be?"
"If I am not dead."
"I must be mad."
"To lie here with a woman that."
"That has two sets of hands."
"That warms me with two bodies yet."
"I may be back on earth again."
"But for sure, my mind."
"It must be gone."
Just then, he heard the sounds of laughter.
A female voice cried out. "A butterfly, a butterfly."
Another female voice, cried out. "Where?"
The other female voice replied. "On his butt. On his butt. He has a butterfly tattoo on his butt."
Suddenly, he started to laugh. He said. "Oh, the butterfly. That was a very drunken night in Singapore."
He asked. "What ailment do I have, that I am seeing and hearing two of you?"
They both laughed together, and said. "We are twin sisters."
He laughed and said. "Oh, you mean that I have not gone mad."
"Thank you both for what you've done." He said.
One of the twins said. "We couldn't think of any a faster way to warm you up then using our combined body heat."
He smiled and said. "That was a lot more fun than hot soup."