LUNAR SEDUCTION 2

Madeleine had been quiet until now, but the experience at having witnessed such a momentous occasion and the very smell of the T-Rex's sperm, which seemed to hang headily in the air, drove her off a precipice. She cried out, her voice as thick as the jungle air surrounding her, as she fell into an orgasm, the dinosaurs’ trumpeting drowning out her voice. Her own cry woke her up in her bed, far away from the jungle, the blankets tangled around her nude, sweaty body like vines. She gasped and moaned as she rode out the last sweet notes of her very real orgasm, twisting her fists in her pillowcase.

She panted as she turned on the bedside lamp, blinking in the warm light. That had been ... unexpected but unsurprising, all at the same time. The paleontologist surveyed all the academic journals and ancient tomes she had on loan from the university library. They were spread haphazardly on the bed, sticky notes protruding from many of the pages, some of the books scattered across the floor. It wasn't hard for Madeleine to imagine her slumbering body thrashing in the bed, sending her research materials into disarray — and her body into a dream-driven orgasm.

Sure, Madeleine may never tell another living soul the subject of one of her most intense orgasms to date. Most people would think she was some kind of freak who got off on the idea of dinosaur copulation. It made sense. She was doing her doctoral research paper on the mating theories of Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was a subject that consumed most of her waking hours, poring over theories concocted by scientists decades ago. No one knew exactly how dinosaurs mated, least of all the king of them all. That was the problem.

The theories had so little to do with scientific reason for the simple fact that there hadn’t been any hard evidence at all. Until now. Going to school in Sydney, Australia, Madeleine had jumped at the chance to study abroad as part of her doctoral degree. Australia had its fair share of fossils to be found, but even as a little girl, something about the T Rex had drawn her like a moth to the flame. It was the king of dinosaurs, after all. Most of the world’s T-Rex fossils had been discovered in the United States. So when the opportunity arose, Madeleine snatched at it.

A full six months in Montana, digging for T-Rex fossils while focusing on a topic of her choosing for her research project? Yes, please. Madeleine got out of bed and took a shower, rinsing the sweat and the last vestiges of the orgasm away under cool water. The jungle heat of her dream was hard to shake off. It was only 5:30 in the morning, but Madeleine figured she could get an early start on her work. She toweled her hair dry while looking at herself in the mirror. Being on site that early would only fuel the nickname her American cohorts had given her: Mad Maddie.

Half of it was her Australian heritage and the Mel Gibson action flick “Mad Max.” The other part was her work ethic. She lived and breathed T Rex and being out in the field. Her paleontology colleagues liked to go out partying on the weekends, but Madeleine preferred to focus on the task. How could she think of drinking beer while there was so much to be discovered about T-Rex? Her research was so important, especially after their latest discovery — one Madeleine had a direct hand in. Just one week earlier, she and Brandon, a fellow paleontologist, had been carrying pieces of a T-Rex pelvis fossil that had just been discovered when an extremely clumsy colleague had slammed into them. There was nothing they could do — the fossils had gone crashing to the ground and shattered. What had followed, however, was anything but tragic.