A muse….


A muse

Writers block kept her trapped! Words bouncing in and out of her mind, she couldn’t grab at any of them. The buildup of words was getting to be too much for her. Staring at her paper, staring at the ceiling, nothing. She was in desperate need of relief.

~ A muse~

Before gathering her things, she changes out of her pajamas, throws on a skirt and a tank top. Grabs her bag and heads to the bookstore. In hopes the surroundings would unlock her mind. Bookstores have always excited her in a surreal kinda away.  It was her “porn”. The smell, the leather bindings, the feel of them in her hands would give her a tingle.

Walking around taking it all in, touching them as she walked passed them on each shelf. Hoping by Osmosis she would absorb something to help her out. She was entangled, intoxicated by it all. Her arms full, she finds a table hidden away. Unloading her bag on the table paper, pens and books everywhere.

Even before she puts her glasses on, she spotted that deliciously hard body and sexy face. He has worked here as long as she has been coming here. Tall, tan and when he walks by her, she breaths in as much as she can. A mix of his cologne and books. She longs for him,,, to touch her.

She has always had the ability of pretty much getting along with most and of course she prided herself of being able to “connect” with the opposite sex. But, she has never once talked to him. Staring deeply at him, following his every move until someone drops a book and it pulls her back down to reality.

What seemed like forever, she started to slowly write. Finding her pace..

“Can I help you?” Looking up from her papers. Both of his hands were on the table. Looking right into her eyes. Heat rose from her feet to her face. All she could muster was “um, no.” She wants him so badly.  I bet he could smell her sex, she thought. She was wet and almost grinding herself on her chair. He didn’t leave, he didn’t move. Just stared at her and the more he stared the more wet she got. He walked around the table and closer to her.

“I said,,, do you need any help?”

His face, his lips so close to hers.

He pulls her chair out and stands right in front of her. Her brain went into overdrive thinking of what is or might going to happen. He stands her up. Standing so close, she can feel his hard on pressing against her. She fought every urge to grab it.

The eye contact felt like it was lasting forever, until the first move was made. Walking more towards her, till she was up against the wall. Taking her hands and putting them above her head and leaned in to kiss her. He held the back of her head as he caressed her lips and tongue with his. Her breathing increases as they demonstrate to the French what real kissing is about!

She is soaked! Drunk with his smell, his taste, his kiss..

Spinning her around and picking her up to set her on the table. He took a seat right in front of her.  Running his hands up her legs, up her skirt. Pulling it up more. He binds closers to her and kisses the inside of her thighs. Each kisses causing her pussy to twitch. Spreading her legs a little further apart, her cherry print panties face to face with him. Reaching his fingers up to slide her panties off, he is once again face to face. Only now her shaven pussy greets him. Without a word, he began to eat her pussy, as if it was he’s last meal. Her sweet, perfumed smell intoxicated him more as he nibbled, licked, sucked and devoured her clit and pussy lips. Her moans graduated to a high level, she screams as she buries his face deeper into her pussy.

“I’m going to cum.” She moans

Flushing as she reaches her peak. Leaning her body back to let the wave of pleasure crash into her again and again and again…..

Always being a girl who returns the gift she just received. Standing him up, she undoes his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Reaching her hand in to caress his cock, pulling it out, his cock was so hard that she could almost see the blood coursing through the main vein.

She lustfully looked at him before she places all of him in her mouth. With repeated motions she Hoovers hos cock while nibbling the head with her teeth. Looking up to see him leaning back, eyes closed. His moans echoing in her ears as he came into her mouth. Not missing a drop she pulls away. Even after his release she notices he is still hard. She is dripping wet……

Getting up quickly, just to sit him down. She sits on his lap; she grabs both of his legs and slides down his shaft. This was not lovemaking, with an animal passion that was built up in her. She bucks up and down on his dick. Her body writhing in ecstasy as she bears down on him. With a few more pumps and her pussy squeezing his cock, they cum together.

She doesn’t want to get up. His hands felt like fire as they traveled her body. Leaning into her ear…

“Have I unlocked what was blocked?” he whispered..

Watching him get dressed and leave, she was still in shock of what just happened. Picking up her pen she began to write…

I usually don’t write down my experiences that occur in my life. However some opportunities are definitely worth recording.”


About cherrydarling317

I am a poet and an erotic writer. I love opening the minds of my readers.... My vampire series can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and CreateSpace. "Just one bite" is all you need. All material contained herein, including images, text and stories, unless specifically indicated, are Copyright © 2012 by the author.
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