At her best friend's words, Carly tried hard not to laugh into the phone's receiver, but she was unsuccessful. Cuddling was not sexy. Cuddling was for dogs and cats; it wasn't appropriate fantasy material. Not the erotic kind, anyway, which is what Samantha had attempted to write for her boyfriend.

Carly sat back in her chair and tried to compose herself. After a minute, she managed to choke out, " Sam, I don't think cuddling's going to get Joe all hot and bothered. Telling him that you want to cuddle after he strips off your clothes slowly, gets you spread-eagled on the bed and has his way with you thoroughly might get him revved up. But you'd have to be more explicit. You could start with something like, I want to feel your tongue tracing a path down my neck, while your hand reaches between my."

"Ha. I'm surprised you remember what a man's touching you is like."

"Why are we friends again?, Sam's easy laughter made Carly smile into the phone.

"Because I'm here to remind you that you need to get back to your wild ways. Mainly so I can live vicariously through you," Sam said. "It's time for you to get a little wild. Let yourself go and try again. Joe will love it."

The inspiration for her friend's truly awful creation was an article in Total Woman Magazine, written by Candy Valentine, titled: "Take Him Over The Falls: Revealing Your Most Erotic Fantasy To Your Man."

Sam had lent her the magazine last week, and Carly had had a good chuckle over the title of the piece, an old surfing term that literally meant losing control. Apparently, the article had started some kind of erotic fantasy-writing craze, and her best f