Writers Block
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I do not usually write in the first and second persons, but in this case, it fits. And while there is no eroticism, there are some allusions to it. If this is not your style, you may wish to move onto the next story.
Although the other character in this complete fiction is obviously a lover, the intimate friend is in fact a composite of many wonderful individuals who were, and still are, there for me throughout the years, platonic and otherwise. They have helped me through some very difficult times, whether knowingly or unwittingly. They are people who have marked my soul, many of them not knowing how much they have helped and touched me.
This is my way to thank them and I’d like to name them in no particular order: the scariest sub ever, the patron saint of desks, the dirty Underworld, my workout buddy, the blue dragon, my fellow Banger, naughty hands, my stalker/stalkee, the sailor, Candy dream-weaver, jouet/Goddess, the storm, wood nymph, the Pirate, the curved one, my eyeroller fan, moon man, the daisy sensuality and the wayward-led. And Lui. Toujours Lui.
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‘You too. Mmhmm, me too. Take care. Of course it is… talk with you soon.’ I ended the call with a puzzled frown, my brows furrowed. I didn’t know what to make of that short chat. As always, our talk was stimulating, it was entertaining, but it was bizarre. You have asked me to do something that I would normally refuse to even consider, let alone do.
I was bored, mindlessly surfing the ever-expanding Internet, playing a stupid game. I was desperately trying to forget the article that still have yet to be written — despite an alarmingly rapidly-approaching deadline — the pile of research that I have to go through that I have barely touched and work that I really should get to. I look forward to our near-daily chats as a brief reprieve from the daily dull grind of monotony, ennui and procrastination and you knew it. At 5 sharp, as usual, the phone rang. I answered, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop as I concentrated on the riveting action of yet another extraterrestrial being obliterated into a bloody pulp by my cleverness. ‘Hello?’
‘Hey, sweetie. How are you?’
‘Not bad, and yourself?’ I said automatically.
‘Good, thanks. It was a busy day, but really good, you know?’ I must have made some sort of sound of acknowledgement because you continued. ‘I mean, I managed to do everything that I hoped to. I started the day with a run with the dogs… baby, the morning was perfect. Oh wait, you don’t like mornings – I always forget. Anyway, it was a great morning, I was so refreshed, got through the day and finished early. Me and the guys even got to shoot a little pool before heading home. Anyway! What about you? Made any progress?’
‘Die, you bastard! Just fuckin’ die! C’mon, why won’t you die? You should be in pieces by now. God knows that I’m killing you enough!’
‘WHAT?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ I apologised. ‘I was trying to blow up some aliens…’ My voice trailed off as I realised that the excuse was beyond pathetic. You call me almost every single day, remembering the little details I tell you, and perhaps more importantly, you truly listen to me, even when you’ve heard my complaints for the umpteenth time. I felt ashamed at my insensitivity. ‘Babe,’ I began. ‘I’m so sorry… I really am. I feel terrible.’
‘Should I call back?’ The question was asked simply, with no hint of impatience or sarcasm. My shame deepened.
‘No. Really. I’m truly sorry. And I am happy that you’ve had such a good and fulfilling day.’
‘Ah! So you have been listening,’ you teased.
‘Yeah,’ I told you sheepishly. ‘In between blowing up E.T.’
‘What’s up?’
‘Nothing, really. Tell me more about this morning of yours. What made it so spectacular?’ I asked while closing the cover of my laptop.
‘Avoiding the question?’ I could almost feel your rolling eyes on the other end of the line. I began to chuckle.
‘Not really, baby. Just the same, that’s all. I’m not going to chew your ear off.’
‘Ah, but you do chew so wonderfully.’ I couldn’t help but blush, and I knew that you could hear it in my laugh. I made a mental note to do something about it. You chuckled as you continued, amused by my blush. ‘It was just one of those mornings, you know? But seriously… what’s wrong?’
‘I just…’ I sighed. ‘I can’t focus. At all. Nothing is getting done, and it’s frustrating. And the more I get frustrated…’
‘The more you can’t get things done,’ you finished.
‘Yeah.’ The silence stretched, and I could almost hear you thinking, sorting your thoughts.
‘Have you been able to write anything at all?’ I was a little surprised, but learned early on that your thoughts tended to jump from one to the other, seemingly disjointed, but always having some sort of logical conclusion.
‘Sort of, I guess,’ I answered.
‘Explain it.’
‘I was able to start some poems, some stories, even some essays, but…’ I trailed off, almost embarrassed to finish this thought. I prided on my disciplined mind, and felt discomfited by the fact that this control, this almost mythical state of being, has become so elusive that it has slipped from my grasp
‘I, uh, well,’ I sighed. ‘Ah, fuck it! I can’t finish anything I start to write.’
‘Nothing?’
‘Nothing. I have some snippets, stanzas, and paragraphs, some of them quite brilliant, if I say so myself. But nothing coherent, and nothing complete.’ I actually hung my head when I told you this.
‘Nothing,’ you repeated slowly. I waited. I knew you were digesting everything I told you and, whether I liked it or not, you were going to offer me your opinion, a solution that could help or could come crashing down like a stack of cards. It was perhaps the one thing that frustrates me so about you, but is also somehow oddly endearing.
‘You know what I think?’ Ah, there it is. ‘I think that you need to write something personal.’
‘Personal?’
‘Yeah. Everything you write has you distanced. Most of your short stories are in the third person, your essays are logically construed thoughts, there are hardly any emotions, your thesis – well, have to be as objective as possible, that’s for sure, and then — ‘
‘Hey!’ I interrupted. For some reason, I get a little defensive about the passion level of my work. Although I pride myself on being distant, on being logical and examining issues from many angles, I also know that my essays and articles are filled with the passion that I feel towards a particular subject. It’s the one praise that is often used to describe my work, whether positively or not. ‘My essays can be pretty passionate!’
‘Yes,’ you explained, patiently. I marveled at his ability at keeping an even tone in face at this outburst. ‘But it’s not emotional. You don’t inject you in it. You bring an issue, you explain so bloody logically why or why not, you show your passion, but it’s not… you,’ you finished baldly.
‘And what about my poems?’ I asked quietly. My heated emotion that momentarily flared up ebbed.
‘Sweetheart, the ones you do finish, lately… something has been lacking. And you know it. You’ve told me yourself. And besides, your poems may have your passion, but there is an element missing.’
‘Oh? And what’s that?’
‘Your sensuality.’
‘My sensuality,’ I repeat, dumbly.
‘Yeah, your sensuality. And I don’t necessarily mean sex. I mean your raw sensuality. That part of you that you tend to keep hidden for God knows whatever reason. That spark in your eyes when you’re talking about something close to you. Think about the time we’ve had that bottle of wine, when you were last over.’
My mind flashed back to the moment you were talking about, to that decadent bottle of wine, so rich and full, and how it took us two hours to drink it, moving from the veranda to the bed
, the slow tango of talk, caresses and pure bliss. It ended with raw carnality. My skin was marked for days from your touch, my lips stained by your taste, my blood singing, craving more. I unconsciously let out a sigh.
‘Think how you reacted to it,’ you continued. ‘The way you licked your lips, leaving them moist. The way your body responded. The shivers, the goosebumps, the way we felt just lying next to each other, skin touching, drinking, talking. The way your pussy got so wet when you got excited about that book you’ve just read. The intensity of our lovemaking afterwards. That’s what I mean. Put that into your writing. Write something personal. Something about you — the whole you. Not just the thoughts and the logic and the objectives. Not the passion of an issue, or sexuality — although you know, I really wouldn’t mind — ‘ I smiled at the implied hint. ‘But write something personal with all that, and with your sensuality.’ You paused for a breath. ‘Put you in it.’
‘Put me?’ I was momentarily stunned. Writing for me was to explore, was to figure out, and to unwind. But I’ve always kept myself out. ‘Let me get this straight… you want me to put me in something I write?’
‘Yeah. It’ll help. You open yourself up, you’ll be able to finish.’
‘Huh,’ I muttered.
‘Look, it can’t hurt to try, right?’
‘I suppose not.’
‘Baby, please… try it. For me. Write something and put you in it.’
‘I’ll give it a go,’ I couldn’t believe that I gave in so quickly. From the startled silence, I think neither could you.
‘Really?’ you’ve asked. I think that you were in shock that I didn’t offer an argument.
‘Yeah, sure.’
‘Wow. Aw, shit. Damn, I have to go. I’m meeting some guys for dinner.’
‘Okay, have fun. Tell them I say hi and that I give them each a kiss.’
‘You’ll have made their day,’ you laugh. ‘Take care.’
‘You too.’
‘I miss you… you know that, right?’
‘Mmhmm, me too.’
‘I really should go.’
‘Take care.’
‘Oh, and I’ll try calling you again tonight, if that’s alright?’
‘Of course it is… I’ll talk with you soon.’
I ended the call, deep in thought, staring into empty space. Before long, my muscles began to cramp and stretching, I opened my laptop. My life, I often joked. The almost annihilated alien was frozen on my screen, staring out, its bloodied face a parody of my own puzzled one. I ended the game and opened up a blank document. I stared at the blinking cursor, mesmerized, my thoughts running over our conversation. As usual, my body was at its edge, my blood boiling from having talked with you. I gently brushed my breast, tweaking my nipple, a moan escaping my lips. I knew fully well that I was aroused. My mind racing, debating whether I should just give up this futile attempt and head off to my bedroom, and play with myself until I groan your name, my walls convulsing around my fingers. Although I was turned on, I wanted this. I wanted this challenge, I wanted to meet it, and I knew that by finishing it, I would be that much more aroused. I just didn’t know what to write. I wasn’t in the mood to write something detailing my fantasies. What I wanted to write, what I promised to write, what I was told to write, was me. But where and how to begin?
Settling on my chair more comfortably, my leg hooked under me, I lean on my elbows and slowly begin to type, ‘You too. Mmhmm, me too. Take care. Of course it is… talk with you soon.’
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I was busy packing for my little trip up to my parents’ holiday cabin, which was a few hours’ drive away from our house. My step-brother, Tyler, would also be coming with me. Our parents wanted us out of the house while they dealt with some legal issues surrounding a client my mother was currently fighting a case for, as they thought it would be easier for everyone. So, as a result, Tyler and I were going to spend a week or so in the woods, alone and yet completely free to do whatever we...
so as i sit here stroking my cock watching this whore deep throat a cock and love gagging on it, tears in her eyes..... makes me think about a time back in highschool....slutty little neighbor girl that i had recently met in highschool... she had been a cheer leader all thru highschool tight body not the prettiest but good enough for a lil fwb that we kept from every one mainly because i was nt gunna tell ppl i was messing with her but any ways.... i loved using this girl ...she came...
I'm trembling, the intensity of that orgasm was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. As your cock begins to soften still buried deep inside me, you slide out and lay next to me, we both catch our breath. With an impish grin I slide down your body and gingerly take your cock in my mouth to lap up the combination of our cum from your shaft."Damn girl, you can't get enough can you?" You tease. I grin up at you with your cock still in my mouth, and you feel the blood starting to surge once...
I wanted to share my most wonderful experience. It happened 2 years ago today so once again the memories came flooding back, making me horny and wanting it to happen all over again. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 4 years. The sex was only ok and there was still no ring on my finger or any prospect of it ever happening. So when I caught him jerking off to a picture of my friend I decided that he was not worth it. Yet, I had been in a relationship for so long that the world outside had...
There was no way in hell I could deal with a Cashda now even if I had hold of one. Well, maybe if it was a foal, but probably not if it was grown enough to make it without its mother's milk. That didn't mean I wasn't happy to find there were some close to us. If nothing else I wouldn't have many problems hunting them. With my rifle I could take one from long distance. I examined a lot of the hoof prints and as I'd seen before, they looked exactly like prints that horses left, only much...
Hello Readers. Hope everyone is doing good! Please read the previous part before you proceed with this story. Sonali continues her story about the flirt. Madhan was sucking my boobs, and I was doing handjob to Madhan. This continued for some time. Later, Madhan pulled me down from the furniture table and pushed under the table. I was expecting that he will push his dick inside my mouth. I was saying no to him with a low voice. But Madhan had an advantage on me. He didn’t listen to me. Then he...
The last message he sent her was "make sure you have the week off of work and i will see you tomorrow at 09:00". Natalie had met him several times previously but always at a Travel Lodge local to her but this was different he had instructed her to get the train to a quiet station, you know the types one train an hour. As she stepped off of the train and walked past the few commuters rushing about, she walked out the old red wooden doors where she saw him. He greeted her with "Hello Natalie,...
Recently my wife and I were driving back from our home we have in a small villlage to our main home in the city. As usual I was going too fast and as usual I got stopped by the police. I wasn't too worried by this,it has happened so many times it doesn't worry me anymore.All I had to do was pass over some cash and we would be on our way again. I got the usual amount of money ready to give to the police. The guy that had flagged me down approached my car,I lowered the window, he told me to...
'This is my daughter Mariel'. The two men stood at the entrance of the door daddy had just opened, they were older than I thought, mid fifties, balding and rotund.'How old are you Mariel', one asked after the usual customary greetings?I knew what p**o's were and the fact that daddy had told me why they were here, added to my state of sexual excitement, aided of course with the alcohol I was now drinking.'I'm a little older than you men are used to', I replied with a sense of bravado, I was...
Preface What sex there is in this story I will get to in time. If you are reading purely for descriptions of intercourse, go read another story. Some of this material is autobiographical, but the sex would have been only in my dreams. To any female readers: I think it rather obvious that this is written from a mostly male perspective. I am not as familiar as I would wish with female emotional and physical response to love making. I think I know how to lick pussy, but my wife is the only...
Tom came to find me in my bedroom straightening up. “I told her it was over,” Tom said “I think she was screwing someone else anyway” “Can you believe what just happened?” I asked. I’d just caught my twin brother wanking with my dirty panties on his face, sucked him off, and then had him lick me to a screaming orgasm through my underwear. It had been a strange twenty minutes to put it mildly. “It was the most terrifying, and then the most incredible...
IncestIch w?nschte, es w?re eine Liebesgeschichte.Patrizia Panther Based on a true story.Wann immer Sie mich beobachten, schauen Sie hinauf. Und wann immer ich Sie beobachte, tue ich das von oben herab. Selbst wenn Sie sich hinter dem Vorhang des Lehrerzimmers im ersten Stock verstecken und auf den Schulhof hinunter schauen und sich unbeobachtet f?hlen, sehen Sie nicht wirklich auf mich herab, sondern haben ein schlechtes Gewissen, bei dem, was Sie tun. Wo immer Sie sich befinden, Sie sind irgendwie u...
I suspect that the fantasy of having two men is shared by many women - certainly it is by two females to my knowledge. One is a 30 ish year old divorced friend who confided to me that she had always fancied sex with two men so arranged to have the mechanic who looked after her car visit her one evening at the same time as another male friend was due. Both had made passes at her but she had not done anything about either up to now. She introduced them to each other and made an excuse to leave...