Here's my entry, it's a little lemony!








        "Wouda airen," Shampoo sighed, wrapping her arms around her new
husband's neck and pressing up against him.  She began nibbling on his neck
and slowly slid her hands along his body.  She pressed her lips against
his, her hands gently caressing him, and then paused in puzzlement.
Great-Grandmother had told her a man would have to be dead not to respond
if she touched him there.

        "Airen?" she asked, confused.  Her husband looked up from his
crossword puzzle and finally noticed what she was doing to him.

        "Oh, sorry, Shampoo," Ryoga said.  "I've kinda had this ... problem
since the Breaking Point training."

--excerpt from "Insensitive," a lemon fic by Cindy Toler