Dance Of Delight Between Sir Muse
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The Muse By Anon Allsop The American Heritage Dictionary defines a 'Muse' as a guiding spirit or a source of inspiration. For an author, a Muse is a very powerful and helpful ingredient to have on your side. Join us as we look in on a struggling author... what will he do when he comes face to face with his Muse? ****** "This has continued for almost six months!", I thought and sighed, drumming my fingers upon the mouse pad. I had been trying to compose a short...
Muse skipped down the street, happily and blissfully ignorant of her surroundings. Traffic, had she bothered to pay much attention, was moving at a brisk clip, cars, trucks and buses moving through the streets, seemingly ignorant of the light drizzle of rain that was gradually turning the grey sidewalks and streets a glossy black. Though vehicles were in abundance, people were sparse. Those that walked on the sidewalks huddled beneath their umbrellas or scurrying from cover to cover to avoid...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
He caught himself in the mirror and backpedalled. Dark, sunken rings around pink fatigued eyes glared back. His waxy pallor, the colour of plain paper and his skin, the texture of gruel haunted him. Wearily, he carried a pained and troubled countenance. His limp hair aged him and he rubbed at the abrasive stubble on his chin.The long abominable night never felt lonelier as he stared from the window and waited for them to come.Any unfamiliar sound pumped adrenaline through his embattled body....
Supernatural(format corrected and simplified 1/15/08) ‘Don’t ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do.’ ‘Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my ‘How To’! Don’t talk to them directly!’ ‘Are you arguing with ME?’ ‘Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I’ll tell your part as you’ve told me. OK? But shouldn’t it be in my voice? I’ll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all...
The Muse The MuseBy Darqside Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman. It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live. It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn?t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really?but the sign outside still...
The Taming of the Muse If you were to ask a professional fiction writer where their ideas come fromthey'd seem a bit perplexed at first, then they would look you straight inthe eye, and say with complete sincerity. "I have no idea." What do you expect? They write fiction. It's all about telling compellinglies in an entertaining fashion. I'm no pro, I'm a rank amateur without pretensionsso I don't mind telling you where I get my ideas. I have a muse. Bluebell, my muse is one of the...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled, but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with the kiss of sacred candlelight. As well it should shine, as it would be a closed casket service. The air was stifling with the scent of...
The night before your phone rings you answered and walked into the other room. When you return you have a wicked smile curving your lips. Tilting my head I say to you could not have been that good baby you only gone a few minutes.Your body slips back into the bed which moments before had been a lustful torrent. Curling up to me your arm slips across me. Your lips whisper to me my muse you trust me no matter what. Of course My Artist have I given you cause to think I do not? No never but...
It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind the painting easel with the paintbrush held in his left hand.You see, John...
Quickie SexA Muse by Any Other Name Would Spell as Sweet Copyright (c) 1999 by Chilli TNG Notes and Dedication: Not too long ago, in a galaxy not too far away, I made a suggestion . . . a simple, innocent suggestion. Part of the result of that suggestion was the creation of "Taco Belle," a wonderfully amusing story by my dear friend, Janice Dreamer. The scenario that Janice developed, though, just begged for a "what happened next" story, so here it is. But, if you haven't read...
The words wouldn’t come. I’m sure every writer, whatever the genre, has experienced it at some time or another. We might say, ‘my muse has gone on holiday’, or something similar. As if the ability to write comes from outside us. Of course, sometimes a writer’s muse is outside him – or her, mustn’t upset the PC police, must I? – we’ve all read about famous writers, or composers, or sculptors, or whatever, who have fallen in love (usually unrequited, of course) and have produced prodigiously to...
THE MUSE (PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A LOVER) By Katharine Sexkitten "For I have crossed between the poles, and for me there's no mystery Once a man, like the sea I raged Once a woman, like the earth I gave Ah, but there is in fact more earth than sea." Cinema Show, by Genesis She sat in peaceful repose, while all around her seemed chaotic. Her hair fell down her back in a wild tangle, dark on dark. The massive pile of pillows behind her showed them as a mixture of big and...
Hi! I’m Anand, back with a new story. I’m back with a fictional story this time. This story is about a guy named Kailash. Kailash an average guy was working at a business consulting firm that sucked the life out of him. However, to keep the life a bit colorful he had made friends with the canvas. He was an artist, a painter. And strangely so he had mastered the art of nude painting. Kailash was an introvert and interacted very less with people. A humble man with a weird but a beautiful hobby....
IncestA muse is a fickle creature. Mine, especially. There have been times when I've been overwhelmed with the ideas the muse has dredged out of my sub-conscious... and then there are times where the damned thing has galivanted off for so long, you fear the inspiration is gone forever. But the love of a muse has kept many a writer going for years, and I credit mine for healing a hole in my soul I didn't know I even had. As I work in my computer room, staring at my monitor blankly, the half written...
While The Muse is Away... By Hypatia The noise of the forest was quite disconcerting; the jungle of a night is a place alive. The man though seemed untroubled by the movements around him; the passage of a large snake, a medium size boa, which stopped to investigate his groinal region, only produced a minor reaction. Through the night vision goggles, he looks down the road towards the compound. "They do make it so easy don't they," he whispers as he stands up, he is...
Hello, my name is Elise and I am an artist, the stereotypical starving artist and everything. Always looking for ways to find money to help me buy more paint. I paint, sculpt, write, take pictures, pretty much any artistic activity I will do. I attend workshops often and this is how I became a muse. One day I was painting a still life in a room full of other artists at our local art studio. I was still painting at 9:00, when the studio closes. I was so focused on my work I had not realized...
ExhibitionismThe evil taxman woke up slowly. He hadn't slept very well, and he suspected he knew why. His bed was just too convenient for trysts. It was out of the way; therefore the participants were unlikely to be interrupted. It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters. But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone...
"Don't ignore your muse. Pay close attention and do EVERY little thing she says and do nothing she advises you NOT to do." "Hey, Hey, HEY! This is my 'How To'! Don't talk to them directly!" "Are you arguing with ME?" "Um, uhhhh, nope. Not I. Ummm, would you mind if I started this again? I'll tell your part as you've told me. OK? But shouldn't it be in my voice? I'll tell them how you introduced yourself and influenced the stories. This one is all about YOU. So thank you......
Jacquelyn’s death was not unexpected, but that didn’t lessen the blow for her family and friends. A life was taken too soon from this world, and our only comfort was that she died peacefully in her sleep, without pain or suffering, and surrounded by those who loved her. Amanda wasn’t just the most beautiful, the most intelligent, and the most kind-hearted person I knew, and would ever know; she also possessed an inner strength that was like a rock against endlessly crashing waves. My wife...
Hi! I’m Anand, back with the next part of my story’ A Painter And His Muse’. For those who haven’t read the first part, please do so. Now coming to the story. Ananya was still in splits with the request made by Kailash. She was giving it a hard thought but was unable to fathom the fact that if she agrees to it then she’ll have to sit in front of her brother-in-law ‘nude’. In her bedroom when she was going through this over and over again. At the same time, Aditya came home and wanted to have...
IncestChapter One Chateau Bertrand, Paris, 1795 From the shadows, Roland Bertrand watched the young woman paint onto a canvas with delicate strokes. His library was illuminated by tapers, and they cast a soft glow on the dark- skinned beauty who was immersed in her art. She was now focusing on the figures, but from the distance, Roland could not make out the exact nature of the scene. No doubt this painting will be a gift from my brother, thought Roland, drawing closer to the woman. The candle...
Mandy?s Big Sister 1Mandy?s Big Sister? 2k6 by Arnold PuttwynNOTE: This is a work of fiction, developed entirely in my own mind.? Any similarities between any persons living or dead are strictly co-incidental, and my good luck.?? Especially if you think it?s yourself. ????????? Amanda Jenkins successfully graduated from high school, but she didn?t get along well with her mother Alice.? Their fractured relationship fell apart completely within two weeks of the commencement. So Alice...
Mandy's 34 and has three lovely k**s with Sam, her husband of 10 years, but something happened recently which she will never ever forget and it's going to haunt her for a very long time indeed. She'll probably never trust another man again after this nightmare. Why did she give in to temptation?Mandy's very attractive, just over 5ft tall and has worked hard to keep her slim shapely figure despite her three pregnancies. She has long dark hair in a frizzy perm.She's well used to all the men...
Elsewhere in the mansion, a Shadowcat hunted. Moving with more stealth then any normal cat could hope to imitate, she went from the first floor to the second floor and finally up to the attic on the western side of the mansion. The eastern attic was assigned to Ororo Monroe, who had turned it into arboretum, which was allowed by the massive skylights in the roof of the mansion. The western attic was turned into a large studio apartment. The only piece of furniture was a very large, custom...
Part 3 : Mandy and the Finale “woof!” Mandy wasn’t sure she heard it correctly. Through eyes half closed in sleep. She looked at the number. Trish! “Woof!” Baffled, she listened more carefully, but was only greeted by another woof. A dog ? Her mind conjured up an image of Trish as a bitch on a leash, and she couldn’t help laughing. Probably though, Trish was using one of Mgwabe’s dogs (see Part two) to pull a prank on her. Her doubts were confirmed when she heard Trish’s voice on the...
Put Your Muffin Where Your Mouth is, MandyWritten by irish4skinStarringMandy Muffin as herself Josephine James as herself T-Girl Candy Surprise as herself MILF Delilah as Linda Herrin T-Girl Carla Novaes as herself Corina Curves as Dr. Carolyn Dick T-Girl Elisangel as herself Donita Dunes as herself Sasha Grey as herself ...
Having had their night in a hotel room, Gaby Harrington and Steve Prentice were preparing, for now, to go their separate ways. During the conversations that they had had when not fucking, they had established that twenty-five-year-old Steve had taken a fancy to the hotel barmaid, Mandy, an attraction that seemed to be mutual. Sixty-year-old Gaby had confided that she and the slightly younger Mandy were occasional sex partners and the possibilities of a threesome were considered."I am going to...
MatureAn all American story of football and beer, of mysticism and sex, of heroes and heroines. Mandy rubbed her eyes and looked at her watch. It was seven o'clock in the evening. She turned her attention back to her history textbook and thumbed through a few pages. She figured that by eight she should be through with her reading and ready to join the party that was already in progress next door. The music and talk were already pretty loud over there. But it was Friday night in a college dormitory....
CONTRUCTIVE COMENTS! Part 2 I was still stupefied of what just happened. Mandy seemed worried. I took a big breath and asked -ok ok ok ok ok okk… tell me everything. -ok…I was born a witch. I leant magic till level 2… and…yeah… -ok…How dose magic work? -it is not how they show in the movies… we cannot do anything without a ingredients… like the sand and flower. -Ok…Do you have a place of reunion… -Yes there is a place where we meet. There is a school we go too as well to learn...
Mandy was a good friend of ours. She was in her mid 30’s and had a daughter – Lauren, approaching 18. Mandy was very protective of her daughter since her husband Jeff had left, and perhaps saw us as parent figures as her own parents were many miles away. Mandy was sweet and quiet, and was one of these people who had a sensational body without being aware of it. When she was younger she had been rather plain, but now into her thirties her body had developed a sensational shape which she,...
Mandy - Stuck as a wife Based on a really existing woman She was one of my colleagues, i first met her when the company she was working for hired me. Mandy, 43, 160 cm of femininity and cuteness, a brunette with medium lenght hair (on her shoulders), a bit skinny maybe but far from ugly: she seemed to wear nothing but dresses (completed by pantyhose and boots during winter, or sandals or flip flops of any kind during summer) which enhanced her curves, her breasts in particular...
During Mandy’s time volunteering as a member of a cooking committee for her company’s sponsored employee organization, she often came home with an obvious air of having consumed an acholic beverage. When I commented about the apparent acholic beverage smell, she said all the members of the committee had a drink or two while they were preparing the dinner meal and no one ever over indulged. My wife said she always limited her participation in the pre-dinner cooking activity to a single Harvey...
He checked out his sister’s sexy legs, from the hem of the short robe to a small golden anklet with several small charms dangling from it. He saw how the thin material of the robe molded to the crevice of her ass then answered, “I’m watching a movie about some people lost on an island. There are five guys and two women, things are getting tense because all the guys want to screw the women, but they won’t let any man fuck them.” “Smart girls,” Mandy said as she flopped down on one end of the...
Derek wasn’t stoned when he got up that morning so he worried that he and his sister Mandy had taken chances with unprotected sex. Later that morning, he questioned her, she assured him that she was close to her cycle, that she felt safe. But regardless of what she said, there was a slight hint of doubt in her eyes. Other than him questioning her safety, nothing else was said, the two expressed no excuses, apologies, or pleasure for the long night of intense sex; the two quickly resumed a...
The living room was a total mess, Mandy Allwood gazed around the room with a look of disgust. She'd just got in from work, after a hard day at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. She didn't want to come home and find her house like this. There were magazines strewn across the sofa and over the coffee table, videos cases left on the floor by the television and cups and plates scattered in various places around the room. Only one person could be responsible for this Mandy thought, her...
I was thinking of getting Steve to undress Mandy while you and I sat at opposite sides of the room watching. He could take his time, taking each piece of clothing off very carefully, he could leave her stockings on and lie her down in between us. I thought maybe then he could take his time to rub that cock of his up and down her body for a while, just like he probably did on holiday. You and I would still be fully clothed, until..... until I offer you a drink from the table. we both go over to...
Chapter 1 Bob held Mandy tight and whispered into her ear, "I need you too Mandy. I want you to stay forever. Please stay forever!" Mandy sighed, kissed Bob's ear and softly whispered into it, "Yes!" They were sitting in the warmth of the tub. Safe. Secure. His arms wrapped around her and he sighed, thinking, "It has been so long since I have been with a woman. So long." Bob had never been with anyone as young as Mandy. Never had sex with anyone so young. He had been in his mid...
"Mandy, time to get up!" "Yes Mom.." The young girl was lounging in her bed, the sun was shining in her eyes. She got up and grabbed her clothes. Mandy was 15 years old now. But she was looking younger, maybe because of the braces she still had to wear. She was a conspicuous slender girl, quite petite and dainty. She somehow seemed fragile. But she had such a cute face, so fresh and innocent with red cheeks. Mandy was very shy. Most girls in her class yet had sex or at least a...
Meeting Jon & Mandy again….The sun had gone down by the time we left Jon and Mandy but the evening was still warm with not a hint of a breeze but I couldn’t help but notice Marie’s nipples still standing proud. We walked by several guys who clearly had noticed the same thing too, much to my enjoyment.I had my arm around Marie and we excitedly chatted about what we had just done and how much fun it had been. Our main intention had been to find a couple with a bi-wife who Marie could play...
Introduction: Oh boy what a night I am now 56 years old and I still to this day wank about this actual episode some of you younger ones who may read this may think err an old man wanking well we do, so get over it or get with it, who knows you may like it. I have lived with partner for four years she is a fine looking women with a wonderful set of tits and a very small waist she was blessed with a fine figure and has never lost it. She can be a right pain in the ass but with her body at your...
I have lived with partner for four years she is a fine looking women with a wonderful set of tits and a very small waist she was blessed with a fine figure and has never lost it. She can be a right pain in the ass but with her body at your disposal, it is a small price to pay. She works in a department store in London and to protect her and those involved in this true story I will call her C. This event took place on a Friday evening after work like so many groups of employees a drink...
Thursday morning, right after dad left for work Mandy came into my room, she was crying, “what’s wrong? I asked.” “Dad came into my room again last night. I was horny, I was about to get up and go to your room so you could make love to me. At first, I thought it was you that came in, but I soon found out, by the smell of alcohol that it was Dad. I pretend to be asleep. He stood over me for a while before he pulled his Sweatpants down and off. He played with himself until he was hard. He...
CHAPTER 1 Mandy Jack had another of those useless thoughts: Why had she given up smoking? For health reasons you useless dope, she sniffed, waiting for coffee. She wished she could have thought useless slut but a guy hadn’t popped her for close to a month and so the word slut was inappropriate. Also why give yourself a bad name? God she was bored. She hadn’t found work since returning home fifteen months ago. No sex was a worry. What was happening? Had she lost her sex appeal overnight or...
I wasn't ready for it. I knew what I was going to find when I got there, but I still wasn't ready for it and it didn't help any to know that it happened because of something I'd done. I met Mandy when she came to work at the XYZ Corporation as a secretary. I had started at XYZ the week after my graduation from Eastern Michigan University and in seven years I had risen to regional manager. Sarah, my secretary was going on maternity leave and personnel had sent Mandy to me as her...
Introduction: What do you do when the woman of your dreams isnt someone you can have? I remember the day so vividly, when I first saw her. In fact, many times after we made love I would think back to that day. Hard to believe it has been 20 years now. My hair is turning gray, my skin is getting leathery, I have developed a bit of a belly, though I try to work out a lot to keep it from getting too big. You dont want to be too fat when you are only 5 foot 10. The pounds show fast. I heard...
I saw Mandy in school. She had very long black hair going down to the beginning of her legs. She had very pale skin, almost like if she never went into the sun. her hair was frizzy. But she was rejected by everyone. She was not clumsy or stupid. She was in fact a nerd under a Goth body. Her marks where always among the best. Even with that, everyone made fun of her. They even pulled some tricks and bad jokes on her. She was in some my class and I was the only one not making fun of her....
She’s GoneMy Wife Mandy and I have been married for 25 years, and she looks to be in her early 30’s, not bad, considering that she is 45 years old. We have two k**s that are grown up and have left home to pursue lives of their own, leaving us empty nesters. Things between us had become stagnant over the past few years, as she and I lives our lives separately, but we admit that we still love and need each-other. Mandy stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs one-hundred and forty lbs. She...
Author’s notes: It has romantic elements as well as sexual situations. Please skip it if this is not the kind of story you like. There are many great stories on this site with more explicit sex. Please do not read this if you are under 18, or are not allowed to read it in your region… Please do send feedback and comments, they are greatly appreciated. Special thanks to AnotherWannabe and Visioneer for their excellent feedback. All mistakes are the author’s however. A Date with Mandy ...
. Mandy and I had finished showering each other after having some fun at pool side, and paying particular attention to each other’s intimate areas. “Would you like to come back to my Caravan for a Drink, and a get to know you chat?” Mandy said with a wink and a smile. “How could I refuse such a sexy woman?” I replied. With that, she took my hand, and we said goodbye to everyone else as we left the pool. As we walked along the gravel pathway Mandy was telling me all about herself, and how she...
She was a work of art that had to be achieved. Her squat build made it near impossible to appreciate her gifts. Thighs that big belonged on a thick Brazilian babe with a massive ass, a wide body and a come fuck me attitude. Then those tits. 34 C of pure magic. They were perky, firm, bouncy and . . . . delicious. It was crazy come to think of it. I had only actually sucked them three times. Three measly times. Why didn’t I incorporate that into each encounter? She was all tits and...
The bell for the end of lunch sounded, and Mandy stood up, slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she did so. Walking to home room, she wondered what her homeroom teacher would be doing when she arrived, reading, or marking papers maybe.In the hall now, kids were jostling and shoving one another, eventually making their way to their homerooms. Mandy followed suit, slipping into class 3 c after a group of chattering girls. She sat down at the back of the class, skimming the room for...
AnalAfter I became Mandy's foster parent, our love life just got better and better. She had moved into my bedroom on a more or less permanent basis. Mandy did go out on a few dates from time to time, mainly for appearances' sake, but mainly came home to me for her loving. When she turned fifteen, Mandy became good friends with a girl in her class named Tawny Bledsoe. Tawny was a gorgeous blonde, slightly taller than Mandy, but equal in all other departments. Since they were in high school...
Introduction: mandy and i go to crete for a holoday, she isnt very outgoing sexuakky but she is fucked in every hole, body modified, and life will never be the same again We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and sex. The sex we got was not...
Suzie explained that when she needed a big cock she went to the Ebony Room over in the black part of town. She said, "You'd be surprised at the women you'll see there especially late at night after the other bars close. It's a nice crowd, overall, both black and white; some of the black men are good looking, and a couple of them are hung like a horse." Mandy had thought all week about the notion of trying her luck at the Ebony Room. She had heard of the reputation of black men as...
afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and sex. The sex we got was not what we had in mind and this is our story. The apartment had a shared pool with one other villa, when we got out of the cab, the couple in the other villa were laid out on sunbeds,...
It was a typical late Spring Saturday morning on the Florida Gulf coast, hot, muggy and sunny with a slight breeze coming in off the water. My wife had to work until 3:00 and she had been gone for about an hour or so. I had showered and eaten breakfast and was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. When I heard the thunk from above my head I looked at the clock in the kitchen, 10:30. Mandy, our 18-year-old daughter, was finally out of bed.In a few minutes I heard her footsteps in the...
I had no sooner finished my final day of work for Mandy and had my "nooner" fuck with her at the local motel than I began to formulate my next step. It hadn't been an hour after I finished fucking Mandy that I called her and told her precisely what the next step in our relationship was going to be. The phone rang on Mandy's end and I waited impatiently for her to pick it up. It rang and rang and rang... I figured my sexy blonde fuck-mate was probably in the ladies room diddling her cunt...