Jun 092008

My Muse is a greedy bitch that doesn’t take no for an anwser. She rides me for her pleasure. She mounts my cock, my thoughts and my waking moments. She hates being ignored so she doesn’t give me a chance to ignore her. She pins me down and rapes me till I spill my story between her thighs.

My Muse is a slut who performs on my command. She waits under my desk until I summon her. She bends over for me, she offers herself for my libido to assault. Her mouth is always open, her thighs never shut and her tits are always available. I use her until my story splatters all over her willing body.

My Muse is my lover who holds onto me at every moment. She makes me smile when I don’t want to. She comforts me till I feel like the greatest writer in the world. Hand in hand, we write the story that is born from our lust.

  5 Responses to “My Muse”

  1. Your balance and play are consistently satisfying, mister. Things I don’t realize I want until I read…

    This post makes me a little jealous of your Muse, but more happy for your inspiration.


  2. Thank you. Do not be jealous of my Muse for she suffers greatly and causes so much suffering.

  3. Do you suggest that’s negative or are you simply teasing more?

    You’re welcome.

  4. I think teasing is my first love sometimes. I don’t know if I am being negative as much as I think that’s just the way it is. Every one’s Muse is the cause of so much joy and misery, at least in my experience.

  5. I’ll agree shon, I thin all muses are causes of both greatness and great tethering. I like how you manage to get the most out of your words, it’s something I aspire to.

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