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I've been toying with the idea of writing erotica with elements of sci-fi and magical realism mixed in. It's crazy because I used to take myself more seriously and I even went to school for writing, but what motivates me to write more than anything else is sex. Is there something wrong with me for not having loftier literary goals? I've been struggling with writer's block with short stories, but the sex just seems to flow.

What do you think?

College roommates, Chuck and Sam are best friends and kind of an odd couple. Chuck is a physics major and a big nerd. Sam is the opposite, a lacrosse-playing ladies' man with sexy muscles.

After drinking magic mushroom tea at a hippy sex party, Chuck has a dream that he is fucking a beautiful blue skinned alien with hypnotic eyes and tits to die for. When he wakes up he has new insight into the physics behind quantum mechanics and time travel.

Chuck researches the equations from his dream at the library and tracks down a mysterious ancient scepter which allows them to time travel.

In a stroke of genius, they decide to travel through time to the night the Titanic sank, so they can be on a sweet boat and bang women who were going to die anyway.