Some days I wonder what the hell happened to my libido.
Midnight inspiration is the best kind. It takes you unawares at an hour still and quiet enough to make the best use of your unplanned genius. I thought, "Aha, I can write a story right now, a good story, I think I could even put sex in it and keep it every bit as awesome! What a challenge, I can do this!"
So I start writing. I get caught up in it. "Ooh atmosphere! Ooh darkness! Ooh, phosphorescent algae, starlight and communication of gestures by memory! OoooOooOO, this is glorious, I can make this a Kuryakin Files entry!"
But wait. That means it can't be sex.
Bah! Who cares? It's only sex, I can write that any time!
....but I never do.....