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My muses at work -


It was one of those rainy nights.  The roads were wet and black soaking
up all available light.  The few iron lamp posts still working were
obscured by the branches of tortured trees blowing in the dark wind and
the hard rain.  Even the headlights were no use save to blind the other
helpless drivers seeking shelter.  The rain pounded down on the pavement
and the car roof so that basic thought was a chore.  It was as if the
flood of sound coming into the brain required processing making all the
other senses dull in comparison.

When I arrived at the house, I wasn't sure it was the correct address.
The pale white porch light was on, but I couldn't read the house number
from the street.  Even up on the porch there was no way to tell if I had
made my destination.  Somehow the stark light only made it harder to see
against the surrounding black night.  Oh well, nothing ventured nothing
gained.

I rang the door bell and waited, the rain dripping off my hair and down
my face.  Long hair is nice except when it's windy and raining; tonight
it was both.   The effects of the water and hair across my eyes cast the
available light into rainbows and blurs.  I was miserable.

The door opened a warm contrast to the cold night.  The light from
inside was a soft glow, rather than the bleak white of the porch light
against the black night.  Standing in the doorway was a tall figure.
The light was such that I could only get an outline, that of a woman
welcoming me in.

Once I stepped up inside the world changed.  It was soft and somber, but
not cold; quite the opposite.  There was a warm fire in the fireplace
with candles burning about the room.  Music was playing but the rain was
silent, gone.   I took off my coat and was handed a glass of wine and a
towel.  While I was drying my hair I noticed the sweet smell of fresh
flowers as if they were in a distant garden.  The rain had drowned any
sense of smell, but as I began to dry the senses returned.

I then put down the towel and swept the hair from my face, took the
glass of wine for a heafty swallow.  I was human again.  The figure
appeared not nearly as tall as before but with an inviting face with a
soft smile.

"Please, let me get you out of those wet clothes." she asked.
Mesmerized by her smile and voice I could only comply.  Within minutes I
was standing near the fire, holding on to an empty glass feeling the
warmth of the room caressing my entire body.  I should have shivered as
I was still fairly wet but the glow of the fire preventing any chill.
Yet, too it was not so hot to chafe the skin, only a gentle, warm
embrace.

Soon, the woman was filling my glass again.  Rather than consume this
fresh glass of wine, I took the time to savor it much like I was
savoring the room.    I closed my eyes and let the surroundings remove
the sensation of being naked, or wet or cold.  My head tilted back and I
felt as if I was floating in the clouds on a warm summer day.

The dream state was so complete that I didn't realize the woman had
returned to take hold of my cock.  She had touched me so lightly, yet so
completely that I didn't come back to the world or the room until I was
fully erect.

I looked down and she was seated on a nearby sofa smiling up at me.  I
smiled and said, "It is I who should be doing you a favor."

"You are more than welcome to," she replied.  Then, standing up she let
the shoulder straps from her dress slide off her shoulders and down to
the floor.  She stood infront of me, nearly close enough for my cock to
touch her stomach or her nipples to caress beneath my chest.  Then, she
took my hands and led me down to the sofa.   As she sat, I took control
of my hands and began to glide my fingers across her skin, learning the
curves of her shoulders, breasts, hips.  My hands moved as did my eyes.
I was feasting on her figure, her skin soft and sweet, the curves subtle
and seductive.

My head drifted closer to her body to let my hair fall across her skin.
I was moving almost hynotically along her body, hair and hands caressing
every inch.  As my face moved closer, my lips joined in the caress,
first along the knees, then up the thighs, along the waist and up to the
breasts where I stopped to suckle her nipples, softly at first but with
growing tension.

I heard her moan and my hands joined my fingers pressing harder on her
flesh trying to connect with her very soul.  My lips moved back down her
body to stop along the hips.  It was then that my teeth joined the fray
as I nibbled gently on her hip bones, nawing on her pleasure.

She lifted her hips and I took the signal and moved to between her
legs.  The soft scent of her moist hair mingling with my own drove me
further down.  Like the fireplace, I could feel the heat of her body
embracing my face, welcoming me in.  I reached out with my tongue and
savored the soft wine she was offering.

Her hips began to rock as we drifted to the clouds together.  The motion
of us becoming one.  Our pleasure echoed with the music of moans.  I
reached around her hips to pull her closer and press my body next to
her.  Her hands moved along my back pressing me deeper still.

Then, at the edge of climax she moved her hands up through my hair and
pulled me toward her face.   As our eyes met, I instinctively began to
rotate my body inline with hers.  But before I could move my leg between
hers, I felt the weight of another body join us.  Slowly plummeting down
upon her was another man.  His musk filled the room as his hips filled
hers.  My eyes were locked with hers and I could see the moment of
pentration, she was no longer mine, but his.

I slide back to the floor as he took full posession of her body.  Their
rhythm moving together, finding the edge I had come so close to.  I
reached down and began to masterbate as I watched these two lovers seek
each other.  Just as they were about to climax the woman looked again at
me; I could feel my own climax burst.  I came, shooting toward her as
she smiled.  She then reached out and touched my semen with a gentle
caress.  Her eyes then again returned to mine and with a simple blink I
knew I had too shared in her cloud.







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