Although I don't think I've been living in a cave, I've never heard of this one before: there's an entire genre of Prehistoric Critter Sex?
Evidently this writer, Christie Sims, lives to tell the tale of pterodactyl panting, raptor ravishing and Dino doing.
From her Amazon page:
"Hi! I’m just a plain old, everyday Midwestern girl that lives a normal life. However, while my outward tastes are relatively simple, my inner thoughts are filled with lusty thoughts of big, strong, powerful monsters having their way with beautiful maidens.
Almost all of my stories fall under the Monster Sex genre, and come from the inner desires that spring from my mind."
The monster sex genre? I realize that Edward calls himself a monster - and that there's definitely a mild bit of 'other' kink going on between Edward & Bella - but this takes all the "Is this possible? Can we make love between species really work for us?" to another level.
There's a very funny reading of this particular erotic oeuvre (and many other pieces of fiction) here at Bad Lit Makes the World Go Round.
But I admit I haven't yet braved more than a sampling, so it could be the hottest thing since the discovery of fire.
Any thoughts - or bad '90s bathing suits - to toss into a discussion of huge, horny herbivore fiction?