Travis Bye doesn’t have a monopoly on bad erotic fiction. Ian Malcolm was right: Life will find a way. In this case, that means bad Jurassic Park erotic fiction.
“Ian Malcolm thrusted his greased dino-explorer deep into the triceratops’s waiting unexplored anal caverns. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The beast’s groans of approval echoed round the small security room, as Malcolm grunted his own response, and looked up at the wall of video monitors in front of him. As the sweat dripped from his brow, Ian observed the hundreds of camera feeds in front of him, and allowed his mind to wonder over the passionate possibilities. So many Jurassic joinings in waiting, he could taste the potential. As he glanced T-rex’s, raptors and the other delicious delights of the park, he became lost in his visionary violations. . .”
The International Jurassic Park Erotic Fan-fiction Writers Association
