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A Muse Me By S.L. Carpenter

Dedication To my real muse. Writing isn’t the same without you.

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Chapter One Johnny stood in awe. His stare a compliment to Eve’s beauty as she sheepishly walked to her side of the bed. Their night of teasing was now concluding with a night of unbridled passion. Eve slowly began to unfasten the buttons on her red silk blouse, again teasing Johnny’s lustful eyes. Her hair dangled loosely around her head and covered her shoulders. As she pulled the blouse loose over her shoulders the cool air in the room become electric and alive with warmth and his primal desires. He wasn’t the reserved type. He had worked all evening trying to get into Eve’s good graces. He also wanted to get inside her pussy that she had talked about with great detail as he ate a taco in the restaurant where they met. She had joked about how she didn’t like teeth when someone was eating her taco. Johnny had let his mind wander at that comment and held back saying he hated teeth dragging on his cock when getting a blowjob. Back to the undressing. Johnny was a typical male when it came to undressing. He pulled and tugged his shirt over his head making his thick black hair resemble a used mop. His chest was broad and muscular with perfect tone but not all freakishly overdone with steroids and stuff. With a snap and a quick wiggle his pants dropped to the floor and the wide head of his cock poked

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out of the front flap of boxers that had red hearts and “I love you” written on them. He could see that Eve was pleased with how he looked. Johnny hoped she had heard of the myth of a man’s nose in relation to genital size because he had an incredibly large nose. But Johnny wanted to show her that he was more than just beefcake, that his personality also filled the bill. Hopefully he’d fill her in other ways also. Eve let the red blouse slide off her upper torso, revealing a red lace bra. After a few tugs at the fastener on her hip, the black leather skirt fell to the floor. Johnny quickly looked at her underwear. They were red, like her bra, with one exception—a bright light shone between her legs as if highlighting the part of her anatomy he wanted most. At first he thought he was seeing things. A blinding vision or a mind game from the drinks earlier. He looked again and did see a light between her legs—because she was so bowlegged the light on the nightstand shone between the gap of her legs. Johnny was a gentleman and wanted to be proper and genuinely nice. He also wanted Eve and needed to get laid. He paused for a moment and thought hard about what he was about to say. Johnny opened his mouth and began to question Eve’s anatomy. “Ummm, Eve? Do you play soccer or ride bulls in the rodeo?” She sat on the bed, holding back her tears. Johnny sympathized and sat behind her, gently massaging her shoulders. He figured he could watch her breasts wiggle and her nipples poke out of the bra as he rubbed her shoulders. Eve looked down. She had to answer the question all men asked. She began to tell Johnny what had happened to her. “I had an accident”. “My parents worked at the circus. They were clowns. Ever since I can remember, circus people, animals and love surrounded me. Everyone was -6-

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always so nice and when I turned sixteen I got a job working for the circus. They gave me a shovel and had me follow the elephants around. I hated it but my dad put things into perspective. He said ‘Shit happens’ and it happened a lot.” Taking a deep breath, she continued. “One day I was shoveling behind Jumbo Jim, the biggest elephant in the circus. I turned to look at the cotton candy maker. He was a nice boy with three teeth and a prosthetic leg from converting a rototiller into a go-cart but forgetting to take the blades off. Anyway, I tripped on a pile of droppings and the shovel jerked upwards and I hit Jumbo in the balls. He became enraged and began to charge after me as I ran. I stumbled after I kicked the side of a dart throwing booth and ended up bent over a railing with my hands on the ground to keep me from face planting into a pile of puke from a kid who ate two chili dogs, some cotton candy and took a ride on the ‘Gut-buster’. Before I could regain my stance the elephant was behind me and shoved his trunk into my…

- - This is so fucking lame. It just isn’t working again, he thought to himself. A heavy sigh left him as he reached to the right and hit the delete key on his computer. Eugene watched as the letters disappeared from the computer screen one by one. The words vanished, leaving the pages empty, just like the void of creativity in his imagination. For over three months he hadn’t been able to write a single scene, page or paragraph that read or felt right. Everything was meaningless. His passion was gone and everything he wrote was dull and lifeless.

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For a writer, this was a slow death. Writer’s block was more painful than constipation after eating spicy Mexican food. His small, lonely, microcosmic world had shrunk around him and now he needed to get out and have an experience to inspire and awaken the inner being and set loose his alter egos. The walls needed to be knocked down so he could spread his wings. Basically a good fucking and a drunken binge might do the trick. Not necessarily in that order. He had written thirty books filled with romance and sex. Two were made into low budget movies for cable, with terrible acting and fake breasts. He had a nice apartment and a kick ass computer set up for writing. California was a hotbed but his bed had run cold. Lately, though, he had lost his urge to write. If the muse for his inspiration were a place, it was the Sahara desert. He needed a change of mind, a change of scenery. In the most basic of terms he needed to run away and find his muse. He wrote under the name Dorris Daye. People told him there was a stigma problem with men writing romance and erotica. He was asked to think up something different then Eugene S. Finkter. His middle name was Scott. He liked his name but knew his parents had cursed him to a life of constant teasing. Something had to be done. A drastic transformation in his hum-drum life to make him think differently. To get out of the rut he was entrenched in. So he pondered his possibilities. A vacation to someplace different. Las Vegas? Naw, just gambling and hookers there. Hmmm. Florida? Hmmm, naw, it’s set up for retirement and other than spring break I’d end up in bed with a grandma with no teeth. That actually has advantages though. He needed exotic, he needed the Caribbean. Eugene needed Aruba. -8-

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- - The phone call to his editor Angela didn’t go as well as expected. A few harsh words about commitments and having his cock nailed to his chair if he didn’t meet his deadline were spoken. So he bought his flight ticket to Aruba and packed only the essentials. His laptop, battery packs, some disposable razors, a multipack supply of glow in the dark condoms, various mini portion bottles of hair and skin products (he liked his hair silky smooth), a bright yellow swimsuit, his Kama Sutra manual, four pairs of beach pants, his furry leopard skin underwear, an assortment of T-shirts, his Ipod, and three cans of sardines packed in tomato sauce for use as writing fuel. His mind raced with all the thoughts of a beachfront hotel. He pictured sunny days and starry nights of complete relaxation and the hope he would meet someone special to make him remember why he wrote in the first place. If he didn’t meet Ms. Right, Ms. Right-Now would work just fine. Eugene needed to get laid. His hands were getting carpal tunnel syndrome from constant masturbation. The first part of the plane flight was a connection of tension-filled disasters. From being booked in coach next to an extremely large, smelly man who thought of himself as a standup comedian with horrible jokes and sweated profusely, to almost spilling his diet soda over his laptop computer, everything pointed to a dismal getaway. The flight to Florida started in the afternoon and with the time difference he landed after three a.m. The layover in Florida was nice. Eugene got out of the plane and had an hour and a half to stretch his legs and walk around the airport. He -9-

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was also in dire need of some caffeine. Where’s a coffee shop when you need one? While in the airport, Eugene browsed through the little store. A smile crossed his face as he saw a copy of his latest book on the small shelf in the store. He picked it up, admiring the art on the cover, a couple embracing in front of a beautiful sunrise. His smile turned to a sneer when he saw the price tag covered with a “50% OFF” sticker. Eugene wasn’t a nerd or anything, he just lacked all the social skills of the newer type of men. He hadn’t been out on the prowl in a while. His last relationship was a disaster looking for a place to happen. The Titanic of bad relationships, and as he began to sink into the cold abyss of breaking up, it landed squarely onto his lap, as well as his wallet. He was successful, had dark, wavy hair, was about 6 foot, 190 pounds, was in good shape from hours on the treadmill and ate right…but he was a lonely, miserable fucking mess. Before boarding, Eugene looked around at the other people getting onto the plane. It appeared to be mostly older couples on vacation. At this time of morning he felt as old and weary as they did. With a sigh he moved forward and bumped into a head full of brown hair. “Watch it, asshole,” the woman barked. She turned around, yanking on her wheeled bag and glared at Eugene. “S…um…sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked at the woman. She had dark brown hair and was slender but not so skinny that a stiff breeze would blow her away. Her attire was attractive and looked professional. She also had the look that if you crossed her she would rip your heart out of your chest and show it to you as it beat in her palm. Her demeanor calmed and she spoke, “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You just startled me. I am so frickin’ tired and just want to relax on the plane and get some sleep.” -10-

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“Me too. These connecting flights are a bitch but at least we’re going to Aruba. Vacation, sun and no worries.” Eugene longed for the escape. Of course if this woman wanted to escape with him, he wouldn’t mind. Boarding was similar to a ride at a theme park where you slowly go through long intertwining lines to get on the ride. The good part was Eugene had the woman to look at as she read a book while waiting in the line. Eugene couldn’t help but talk about books. Hey, he was a writer. “So you read a lot?” he asked. Smiling she held up the paperback in her hand. “Yes, I read a lot of these trashy novels. I am a sucker for a good romance. Makes me feel good. What about you?” “Not much. I read some. You ever read anything by Dorris Daye?” he was a promotional whore and always wanted to get info on his books from readers. The woman shrugged, “I used to. I read a lot of different things from different authors. Her stuff just hasn’t been as good as her old books.” The woman continued to pulverize Eugene’s ego with negative comments on his last few books. He never considered himself Hemingway but damn, a few compliments wouldn’t hurt either. They boarded the plane and parted ways. Who knew what might happen. Maybe he could change her mind about him and his writing by showing her all the great things he could do sexually. The wild and wicked sexual closets in his mind could open and reveal what lust and passion were all about. Basically, he could fuck her into oblivion.

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something. Instead, he ended up sitting in uncomfortable airplane seats and waiting. Most people were asleep but for some reason Eugene couldn’t nod off into dreamland. He decided to write something. The blank document on his laptop stared back at him. The blinking cursor, a constant reminder of his plight. He hated flying and his nerves took control so he sat on the plane feeling like a vampire. Awake and looking for blood. Well, blood or a strong drink. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he found it. Glancing up the aisle behind him, he found a nice pair of legs. The woman in the line was sitting in her seat and Eugene could see her left leg, bared to the split in her skirt. She had taken off her heels and was shifting around in her seat just like he was. Maybe a quick non-committal fling with this long-legged beauty would inspire him. If not, at least she would ease the growing anticipation in his pants. The swelling reminded him that he needed to take a pee. He adjusted his crotch and quietly got up from his seat. The guy sleeping in the seat next to him was so still and quiet Eugene thought he might be dead. As he walked down the aisle he made eye contact with the woman he longed for. Her gaze was that of lust and sensual fever. Her legs were slightly parted and the skirt she had on had shimmied up to her thighs. The top of her blouse was open and a glimmer of perspiration crossed the curve of her chest. In her hands was the book, Hips or Lips he had written a few years ago. She reached her hand up and fanned her neck then squirmed in her chair again as Eugene stood staring at her. He was having an obvious effect on her.

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He tugged the bathroom door open and went in. The slight tremble of turbulence made him stumble a bit as he flipped the occupied lock. He jerked upright, startled by his reflection in the flickering light. Eugene felt a sense of pride knowing his words had actually affected this woman, especially after her comments from earlier. Standing above the toilet, he held his hand against the wall to maintain balance and used the other hand to hold something else. Trying to pee with a boner is tough. You either pee on the wall or hold onto something sturdy and let it rip. He decided to think of different things to calm his manly appendage down. He let his mind wander and closed his eyes. He thought of Niagara Falls, a running water faucet, and a beer tap pouring a pitcher. For a moment he thought that urine and beer on tap looked a lot alike. Then he felt the flow release and sighed heavily. Anybody who had fought against a boner and an overactive bladder would sympathize with Eugene’s peril. He washed his hands, showing proper cleanliness technique, and looked at himself in the mirror. What a stud. His hair dark was combed perfectly. With a grin, he recited his favorite line from a debonair man whowomen adored. “Bond…James Bond.” A tapping on the door made him quicken the drying of his hands. Opening the small door, he saw her standing in front of him. She didn’t say anything but her breathing was quick and shallow. Her eyes looked into Eugene’s and the intensity of her inner fire scorched his passionate soul. His boner returned quickly, feeling the sexual fever from her simple stare. The woman forced her way into the tiny bathroom. Her eyes talked for her. She wanted Eugene. Their mouths met in a dance of tongues and saliva. She was hot and her hands groped at Eugene’s body, tugging and squeezing. -13-

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Eugene grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the small sink. The thin fabric of her blouse couldn’t conceal the hardened tips of her nipples poking out, begging to be suckled. With animalistic urgency he tore her blouse open, revealing the silken lace of her black bra. Eugene dove forward, licking her nipple through the fabric and causing her to groan. His other hand reached between her legs, seeking her heated heart. She widened her legs, causing her skirt to rise and Eugene found his treasure. As he slid his hand along her inner thigh he could feel the heat and touched the wetness of her flesh. She wore no underwear, which Eugene appreciated, and his fingers began to toy with the opening of her slippery cunt. This woman was aroused to the point of explosion and Eugene wanted to feel her convulse around his cock as they feverishly fucked. The Mile High Club needed a new member and he wanted to be the one to join. Her moaning made Eugene even hotter and hornier. The pressure of his cock pushing against his pants was becoming painful. He was aroused and his blood heated to a boil of desire with lustful anticipation for this beautiful creature. They had cable television channels for this kind of encounter, things like this weren’t reality. Things like this didn’t happen to him. This was the kind of kinky, erotic fantasy usually only found in books, especially his books. The woman pulled at Eugene’s neck, digging her red fingernails into his skin. Obviously, she wanted more. As their mouths came closer together, his finger slid within the velvety wetness of her tight pussy. While they kissed, he let his finger swirl in her juices. Her pussy tightened and loosened as his finger delved deeper and moved in a circular motion, widening her inner walls.

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She was an inferno of desire and threw her head back. With Eugene’s fingers rubbing her engorged clit, her moans signaled she was close to climaxing. She brushed her fingers along the beads of perspiration across the front of her neck and began to suck on her fingertips, moaning with pleasure. She unleashed her inner slut, grabbing Eugene’s shirt and yanking him forward. She kissed him lustfully again then pushed him back. He slammed against the door with a loud thud. Her eyes burned with desire as she tugged at his pants, seeing the bulge swelling inside. Her passion rose to an unquenchable thirst for sex. She finally unfastened his belt and lowered the zipper. Her jaw dropped as she saw his cock for the first time as it stuck out, pointing like a sword. A small dribble of drool trickled from the corner of her lips as she knelt down before him. Her lips were red and moist. His cock began to throb in anticipation as she hovered above it, teasing the head with her tongue. She looked up at Eugene, longingly and panting with desire and finally spoke. “Peanuts?” Eugene replied. “Peanuts? What the fuck are you talking about? Those are my balls, not peanuts.” “Would you like some peanuts?”

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Chapter Two Eugene looked up from his computer and saw the stewardess standing above him. Her little cart was in front of her with a small garbage bag to collect the miniscule peanut bags and leftover soda cans. He had just written the entire fantasy scene he was imagining . “I hope I didn’t interrupt you.” The stewardess looked down and noticed Eugene’s screen filled with type. “You want some more nuts?” “Um, okay. I’ll take some. When are we landing?” “In about 30 minutes sir. Would you like me to put your computer in the overhead compartment for you?” Eugene didn’t want to move the computer because he was sporting quite a hard on and would resemble a hijacker with a large rifle in his pants if he lifted it up. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you.”

- - As the plane emptied, Eugene followed behind the tall brunette he had written about. Maybe she was sparking something within him. Maybe she could inspire him to write passion like he used to. A week with her might be the antidote to his illness of writer’s block. The long exit tunnel spilled out to the airport gate. While moving through the crowded tunnel he thought this was probably how a penis felt going into a pussy. All crowded and rushing to spill out the other -16-

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end. Eugene hurried to be right behind the beauty. She dropped her bags and Eugene showed great grace because he tripped and fell over them like a fat man doing a belly flop. He looked up just in time to see his visionary woman leap into the arms of a man in a Marine uniform. She didn’t even look back as she wrapped her legs around the guy and screamed with joy. She planted a wet, lingering kiss on his mouth and the big, burly guy’s eyes lit up. There was going to be an invasion of her body tonight. Lucky bastard.

- - After a bumpy taxi ride through the slums and a quick pit stop at a convenience store to buy rum, Eugene arrived at the hotel. It was a grand place in the center of a rundown area. It sort of stood out and was smack dab in the middle of an area where you didn’t want to be outside at night. The room was standard issue hotel, with a queen size bed against the wall beside the window and a small desk in the corner. Across from the bed was a headache-inducing chair with a horrible striped pattern. A small end table was next to it with a lamp and a Holy Bible placed on top. There was a TV on a stand that you could watch while lying in bed. The room was pleasant, small and Eugene looked to the sky to thank God, it had internet access. Like a large redwood falling in the forest, Eugene dropped his bags and plunged face first into the bed. It was a well-deserved nap. For four hours he had no distractions, no phones, nothing but a loud, obnoxious snore echoed through the small room. The only interruption was the occasional pause for him to fart. Airplane peanuts gave Eugene gas. -17-

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The sun was bright in his room. Eugene rolled over, scratched his balls and walked to the open blinds. He had a glorious view of the beach with its entire splendor. There were an abundance of bikini’s and breasts. Bingo, jackpot, he won the booby prize! After wiping the drool from his cheek, he pulled on some clothes and dragged himself to the beach. Eye candy filled his sunglass-covered eyes. Like a typical tourist he strolled around the beach sipping the mandatory beach drink with a colorful umbrella decorating it. He stopped and downed the last part of his drink and heard someone talking to him. “Hey waiter, can I get a margarita?” Eugene turned side to side, wondering what the woman was talking about. “Who me? I’m not a waiter.” “Oh shit. When I saw those white legs I thought you had white pants on like the cabana boys.” She blocked the sun with her hand and looked up at Eugene. “Damn, you ever let that skin see the sun?” She smiled as Eugene blushed a bright red. “I have what is called an executive tan. The only light my legs see is florescent. Pretty sad for a California boy.” He was quite pale compared to the woman’s tanned skin. All she had covering her was a few strings of fabric in strategic places. Eugene swallowed as he surveyed the scenery of her curves. She lay on her tummy, getting wondrous rays of sunlight on her sexy body. The slope of her back caused him to sigh. Her body was slender and petite with her ass rounding up, only covered by a white thong bikini. “Well, I’ve had a few days head start in the tan department. All I’ve done for two days is sunbathe and drink margaritas.” Eugene smiled, “Looks like I need to catch up in a hurry. Anybody sitting here?” He pointed to a chair beside her in the sand. -18-

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“Help yourself.” With a smile the woman pulled her long brown hair to the side and watched as he sat down. She reached her hand out. “I am sorry, I’m Madison. Madison Hansen.” “My name is Eugene, nice to meet you.” He shook her hand and couldn’t help but notice she had her top undone in the back to avoid tan lines and he was getting a nice view of her perky breasts below her lifted body as they shook hands. In fact she began to giggle as he shook her hand continuously. She also noticed him staring at her jiggling breasts. Pulling her hand free she turned back and picked up a book. There was a bookmark in it and she began to read the book while getting her tan. The real waiter walked by and Eugene ordered Madison a margarita and got himself a Tequila Sunrise. When the drinks arrived he paid the guy and handed Madison her drink and noticed the cover on the book she was reading as she set it down, Velvet Vice. It was a book he had released last year. It sold well but not like his earlier novels had. “So, you like reading those type of books?” he asked, trying to find out what a fan thought. She shrugged, “I used to read any book Dorris Daye put out. Lately though, her books have been rather flat and lifeless. When the characters are having sex I want to feeeel it. I want to squirm in my seat. I know how hard it is to keep it up, but it’s almost like there’s no heart behind the new stories. Cut and paste the stories, change the names and setting. She needs to go back to where she started and write like that. She wrote some hot shit.” Eugene’s ego deflated again as did his swelling cock. Sometimes the truth hurt and people needed to be knocked off the little pedestals they made for themselves. Madison’s blunt honesty gave Eugene a perspective he needed to hear. Maybe she was right. He hadn’t felt the intensity of -19-

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his earlier books since his fiancée left him. It was sad but his real life had crossed over into his written words. “It’s hard to keep the intensity that high book after book. The powers that be have a formula they like and it makes it tough for a writer to follow the same plan every time. Everyone has to live happily ever after.” Eugene paused, he was actually describing the issues that were causing his writers block. “I just can’t keep writing the same thing over and over. I need to get back to the earlier times when everything was fresh and new.” Madison stared at Eugene. “What are you talking about? You must be on some weird drugs because you were rambling.” “Madison, I’m Dorris Daye.” Scooting a little away from Eugene, she looked at him and raised her eyebrow, “Okay and I’m Spongebob Squarepants.” “I’m serious. I’m writer Dorris Daye. I use a pen name because I’m a man writing romance and erotica. It’s a long story. I can prove it.” He reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch with business cards in it. They had a publishing company logo on it with his name and below it read “Writing as Dorris Daye”. “Eugene S. Finkter? That’s your real name? God, your parents were cruel” She grinned and handed the card back. “No keep it.” He slumped back into the chair and sighed. “You know,” she paused, “I think it’s kind of sexy that you write erotica. I mean it’s not often you meet someone who writes and thinks about sex all the time. Well, you’re a guy and everything but I mean doing it for a living. It must be a blast to do research.” Eugene turned and smiled at Madison as she lay back down on her towel in the sun. “It’s not what people think. I don’t actually do all the things I write about. It’s all just fantasies. Things I’d like to do. People I -20-

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think about as an image to use for a character. Lately, I don’t know, it’s just not there. I just can’t do it. Writer’s block or whatever, something is missing. I don’t know, I’ll get my groove back again.” “You know something? I do some painting as a hobby. I suck at it but I still do it. I find that the best things I paint are spontaneous and free. I just let go and paint. Some are of a person sitting on a bench in a park, kids playing, whatever. It isn’t something I plan, my mood tells me what to paint. Maybe you need something less confined and more spontaneous to write about.” He sat for a moment thinking about what Madison was telling him. “You want to do me?” Eugene coughed into his drink, “Excuse me?” “Do me. You know, use me to write about. I’d love to be in a story.” Madison quickly sat up. She forgot the back of her top was untied and her breasts popped free. “Oh, shit, I can’t believe this.” She quickly crossed her chest with her arms and maneuvered her breasts back into the bikini top. “Ummm, those are nice.” Madison turned ten shades of red, “Oh, come on. Let’s try to focus here. Okay…now tell me what you saw.” “Nipples, I saw your nipples.” Eugene felt the stir of arousal as he saw a flash of her perky breasts glimmering with suntan oil on them. “Pathetic. Impress me, Dorris. Tell me what you really see. If you impress me I’ll show you them again.” She laughed as she tied the back strings. Swallowing, Eugene sat upright. He didn’t want to screw this up. He leaned closer and took in a deep breath, Madison was in the air and her aura filled his lungs.

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“You are lying in a bed. White satin sheets surround your body and pillows are scattered all around. Your body is naked as you wait for your lover. Pink flowers fill a vase beside the bed. Your lover walks into the room and a stir of excitement fills your body. He stands tanned and muscular. His cock is semi-erect and large. Your mouth waters and the inside of your pussy becomes moist with anticipation. You want him. He steps to the side of the bed and pulls out a handful of flowers. His cock dangles low and beckons you to touch it. Just to make sure this isn’t a dream, your hand reaches out and you touch him. He isn’t a dream, he is real. You grasp his cock and it begins to swell in your palm. The skin becomes tighter and his erection more rigid. You want to taste him, to feel him inside you. You hunger for him. As you begin to stoke his length in your hand, he pulls at the blossomed flowers in his fist. He tugs the petals of the flowers loose. With an outward motion he makes the petals rain over you. The softness tickles your skin as they brush against you. Your nipples harden and you now are ready. Your pussy is wet, hot and the juices from your arousal seep between your thighs. You are ready to be taken, ready to be freed. It is your time to fulfill a dream come true.” Eugene let out a deep breath. “How did I do?” he asked. Madison kept squirming as she sat with her eyes closed. Her nipples were stiff and hard, her neck flushed a red hue of excitement. She licked her lips and opened her eyes to look at Eugene as he stared at her. “Ummm, that was…” She squirmed again. “That was nice, Eugene. You need to write more stuff like that.” “That was just off the top of my head. That’s how I write.” “Eugene?” Madison paused, “How do you do that?” “Do what?” -22-

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“Tap into a woman’s emotions like that? You touch on their romantic side yet arouse the physical parts of them. It is so hot to hear a man tell you that he wants you and not just sexually. Just wanting you. It’s a gift, Eugene. This is what has been missing in your books lately. That raw, honest desire, dying to creep out and unleash itself on another person. You know what I mean?” Eugene’s jaw dropped. He was stupefied after hearing Madison describe her feelings and what she really thought about things. There was passion in her words. He was in lust. “You said you’d give me another peek.” “And you actually believed me? Hey, I’m not that easy.” A wicked smile crossed her mouth as if she knew she was getting to him. “Can you put some lotion on my back please? I’d appreciate it. I hate getting sunburn and I have a whole week here.” “Mumble, mumble, tease, hard on, mumble.” Eugene was hornier than before, but he began to laugh at Madison playing him so easily. He poured the lotion into his palm and rubbed his hands together. Her skin felt warm to his touch. She was toned and muscles would flex as he touched them. The sun was beating down on his back as he continued to rub the lotion on her nude back. He poured some more into his hand and moved down to the small of her back. She moaned as he rubbed his hands on her firm ass. She didn’t flinch or resist his motion. She was beautiful. Her legs were strong and as Eugene rubbed them his mind saw them wrapped around his hips as they fucked. “Okay, now the front.” he said, trying to trick her. Eugene smiled and when she rolled over he reached for her breasts, looking like a man reaching for oranges. “Whoa, I can do the front. Thanks.”

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“Damn, I was thiiisss close.” He held his fingers apart like pinching something. They both laughed as Eugene admired Madison and the beauty of her body basking in the sun. She was so comfortable and confident and seemed to be secure in who she was. Unafraid to be sexy but not a slut. She was natural. Eugene liked that. Of course sitting next to a sexy, semi-naked woman wasn’t bad either. They spent their afternoon talking and getting some sun. Madison offered to put some lotion on Eugene’s white legs and back. He spread a towel on the sand beside her and plopped down on his back. Madison’s body swayed back and forth with her slick fingers on his chest. Her nails would occasionally dig into his toned muscles. She was driving him crazy. Eugene felt a rising urge in his loins and quickly rolled over to his stomach, making an indention in the sand. Madison continued her erotic smoothing of lotion on Eugene’s back. While rubbing his shoulders her breasts would brush against his skin. He could feel her nipples, tight and protruding outward, as they rubbed against his back. They showed her arousal from this bath in oil. Eugene was in heaven. He was getting a rubdown from a hot, sexy woman. He made mental notes to include this in his next book. As soon as he could get his straining boner to calm down and let him sit up. They both lay face down and talked about everything. Where they lived, who they were and why they took this vacation to a remote island. “Being an executive secretary in Boston, for a law firm, is a bitch sometimes. I like what I do but most of the people that work for me are a pain in the ass.” She let out a heavy sigh and continued. “I’d like something with less pressure. Some of the cases at the firm are so overwhelming that you get wrapped up in the case and realize that all

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this corporate shit is just wrong. People always trying to fuck others because of petty things. I’m sorry, I’m probably boring you.” “Oh no. I like listening to other people.” He smiled and sipped his drink. “You know, I took this vacation because I just wanted to be free for a bit. To cut loose and not worry about the day-to-day things suffocating me.” Madison closed her eyes and breathed deeply. “I can see this is a double-edged sword for you. You don’t mind what you do, it’s all the peripheral bullshit that goes with it. Writing is a whole lot less stressful until you get to the dollars and cents part. I do tax service for people to get my insurance and all but that gets heavy for only 4 months of the year. The rest is for writing and if I have to follow what they tell me, it limits my creative flow.” Madison smirked, “You know what? Fuck them. Write what you want. If they don’t like it, too bad. You are at a point in your career where other places would take anything you write. You have thirty books out there making money for them, they owe you some freedom. Remember that scene in your book, where the couple was in the glass elevator? She dropped to her knees and sucked him off between floors. That was hot. I mean his ass pressed against the glass wall and stuff, that was really sexy. It was off the wall and spontaneous. People love that shit and it seemed you did writing it.” “Actually I did like that scene. I have favorites that are mostly fantasies I wished I could act out. That’s the joy of writing.”

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They both enjoyed each other’s company and the afternoon turned to evening. “So, what do you think? You want some dinner? We can eat in the hotel restaurant downstairs.” “Okay, a nice dinner sounds great. As long as you pay.” She smiled and began to laugh. They picked up their belongings and Eugene was a perfect gentleman, carrying her small bag of miscellaneous crap. He also wanted to walk behind her to get a better look at her ass. He loved watching a woman’s ass, he was a typical horny guy. They parted at the hotel entrance. They needed to change and get ready for dinner. “Seven?” Eugene asked. Madison smiled back, “Perfect,” and walked to the elevator. Eugene did his best to act cool. He stood, chest puffed out, stoic and all macho. As the doors closed to the elevator he burst. “Ya baby, hoop, hoop, hoop, you da mannnnn, da mannnn.” The display of pumping his fist and hollering caught the attention of everyone in the lobby. Eugene quickly composed himself and started toward the elevator on the opposite side of the lobby. As he walked by the bellboy Eugene held his hand in typical hi-five fashion. The slap echoed in the lobby as Eugene’s elevator doors closed. Eugene hadn’t been on a date in a while. Most of his female companions were picked up in a club or…a club. Something about Madison stood out. She was different. She was sexy, very funny and much to his admiration, she was intelligent. Anything put together that well needed some special care. He went to his room and rustled through the hotel’s free shampoo, soap and body wash. He let the shower run for a bit, steaming up the

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bathroom while he grabbed his briefs and stripped. Hmmm, must be cold out, he thought. Looking around he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. It was all steamed over. “Damn, I’m so hot I cause glass to steam.” He figured if others didn’t brag about him, he would. Before getting into the shower he wiped a place for his face to see in and then scribbled muscular shoulders and a neck in the moist film. In his best deep voice he said, “I’ll be back”. Eugene stepped into the shower. “Shit, shit, shit, that’s hot.” By the time he was done there wouldn’t be any hot water left for anyone else in the hotel.

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You are lying in a bed. White satin sheets surrounding your body and pillows scattered all around. Your body is naked as you wait for your lover. Pink flowers fill a vase beside the bed. Your lover walks into the room and a stir of excitement fills your body. Eugene’s mind wandered into the words she inspired. This wasn’t Dorris writing. It was Eugene, and he liked it. You want to taste him, to feel him inside you. You hunger for him. Madison reminded him about being a man. The flirtatious games men play and how being yourself can be empowering. You are ready to be taken, ready to be freed. It is your time to fulfill a dream . He sat after writing the little speech he spoke to Madison and sighed. “Fuck, I’m late!” He walked into the restaurant and saw Madison sitting in the candlelight. She looked so beautiful, so natural, so fucking hot. Her flowered blouse was perfect for a dinner in the Caribbean. It accentuated her features and the smile she gave him when he walked in caused him to melt. Fuck it, buddy, we’re going full tilt tonight. Eugene’s conversation with his penis continued. He sat down at the table with her in the small restaurant. It was a quaint place with a nice tropical feel and a glorious view of the ocean. They both ordered some calamari and chatted about the daily drag of their life and other niceties as they ate. “…and that’s how I got the nickname salami.” Eugene started eating again. Madison shook her head and laughed. It looked like she was having a really fun time.

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Eugene couldn’t help but smile. Madison had the sort of laugh that was infectious. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she had something about her that freed his soul. It wasn’t physical, or at least not yet, it was more spiritual. She relaxed him. Gave him a feeling of peace. He didn’t have to worry about what he said to her. He was just being Eugene. And he liked the feeling. “I have never met a writer before. Do you just sit down and think ‘I am going to write a novel today’ or what?” Eugene took a drink from his beer and spoke, “I am what I like to call a ‘mood writer’. I write whatever I feel like writing. The romance and erotica pays the bills. But the sex scenes get harder and harder to make different. In the beginning I just went crazy and wrote anything my little twisted mind came up with. Now I have certain rules and stuff. It’s more complicated. That’s my dilemma. I am in a rut.” Madison just listened. She seemed to understand what he was thinking and saying. “Maybe you need to leave it alone for a while. Come on, let’s dance.” She stood up and reached her hand out to him. The song changed to something smooth and exotic. They stood close, brushing against each other like a breeze. As the song continued Madison pulled closer to Eugene. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her eyes closed and there was warmth between them. Silk covered her nipples. There were small dimples obviously popping through the fabric. The oven was on and the timer just went off with a “ding”. His chest was half-covered with a loose shirt but their skin still burned when they touched. The fires were beginning to burn and it was getting incredibly hot. Eugene tried to remain calm and cool but it was becoming difficult. He breathed in the fragrance of her hair. She smelled wonderful. His -29-

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cock liked her smell also and woke from hibernation. Uh-oh, the beast has risen. The song ended but they stayed swaying to their own tempo, slow and smooth. Eugene whispered into Madison’s ear, “Can I see you again tomorrow? I’d like to spend a little time with you. Maybe get in some sightseeing? What do you say?” He was nervous that the connection he felt was one way. Madison kissed his neck and then his jaw line. When he looked down, she put her hand behind his head and pulled him close. Their lips barely touched and she answered. “I’ll meet you in the lobby at nine.” Yessssssssssssss, he thought as she pulled away and walked to the table to get her bag. She waved and disappeared around the corner toward the elevator. A few people laughed as Eugene stood in the middle of the floor. He was sporting an enormous boner in his shorts. But he didn’t care. A waiter stepped by Eugene and talked into his ear. “Um, sir, could you put that away, you’re scaring some of the patrons. They think it is a stick up.”

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Chapter Three The next day Madison and Eugene walked all over the island and took in a bit of culture. It was quiet, comfortable and mostly fun. Madison didn’t think about anything except the good time she was having with Eugene. This was what a vacation was supposed to be like. Madison had a sense of relief. The weight she carried from stress and worry disappeared. She laughed at how silly Eugene would get when squeezing the melons at a fruit stand and comparing them to real and fake breast sizes. He was a typical goofball. She was never attracted to guys like him but something about him seemed to be, to her, honest. No bullshit to cover up and no baggage. He acted and treated her like a gentleman should. Except for the little jokes about flashing him her tits again. She’d never live that down around him. It felt nice and she began to like it more and more. The day was hot and a beautiful breeze blew across the beach. As Eugene and Madison walked they were becoming closer. They were clicking on all levels. Eugene went to get Madison a snow cone. She watched him and laughed. He was such a guy. She noticed him rolling his eyes and mimicking the lady before him getting her cones. He ordered theirs and waved like a nerd as she sat under a palm tree. Madison looked at him walking toward her, having to juggle as he avoided people on roller blades swerving around him. “Here you go. I got you cherry…it reminded me of you.” -31-

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Madison rolled her eyes and reached down to hold his hand when they started walking again. It was perfect. Every now and then Madison would scrape her middle finger into Eugene’s palm to see him get flustered. Romance filled the air and as the sun slowly set into the ocean, they both knew the night was just beginning. Eugene stopped. He knew it was time. He pulled her hand toward him and made his move. It was a moment lost in time. Everything stopped. Except the rumbling in Eugene’s stomach. She put her hand behind his neck and looked up to him. They moved closer and bumped noses. With a giggle they both looked down then back up. As their lips finally met the sun melted into the ocean behind them. There was a sizzle in the wind and they both felt the heat. “Well, you up for dinner?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t overstayed his welcome with her. He didn’t want to smother her but he wanted to bury himself into her more than anything. She had gotten under his skin and he wanted to get under hers. “Let’s go upstairs and we’ll see what happens.” Yowza…something just popped up! he thought.

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Madison’s eyes spoke her thoughts. She had a hunger that had been growing during their conversations about sex in Eugene’s stories. She wanted him, and didn’t want to go through the all night steps to get him. Dropping to her knees before him, Madison reached her hand up and pressed his heaving chest. “Life imitating art,” was all she said. She unfastened his shorts and tugged at them. They had to be pulled out over his straining bulge. Madison knew he was excited and when she pulled his underwear down, she was pleasantly surprised. He was above average sized and hard as steel. When his underwear dropped, Eugene was overcome with a cold chill. The glass of the elevator was freezing against his bare ass. He watched as Madison licked her red lips. He was so turned on he was afraid he’d bust loose before he even started. He needed a distraction. Something to take his mind off the pleasure he knew she was going to give him. The perverse feel of the situation only added to his arousal. There was the initial fear of the people below seeing his ass pressed against the glass. Then the fear of police forcing the door open and him being exposed for the tabloid television crews. The reaction of fans and his own downfall. Prison time and becoming someone’s bitch in a cell. But he was getting too far ahead of himself instead of concentrating on getting public sex. Baseball…baseball always worked. He tried but when Madison grabbed his bat, Eugene knew he was a goner. Her hands gripped tight and with a smooth swing her mouth encased his bat. All the metaphors were useless because as soon as she grasped his balls Eugene felt like he had just hit a home run. Madison rolled his balls in her palm and sucked Eugene into her mouth. She gagged as his cock tickled against the back of her throat, -33-

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wanting more. Madison had the power and Eugene was utterly helpless to her in this vulnerable position. Eugene began to gasp and wiggle around. His ass was frozen but his cock was a thermometer rising to a boiling point. He tried to control his urges, but it was useless. She was pumping him in and out of her mouth like a piston and he groaned as he erupted. Madison moaned softly, taking the hot spurts of seed shooting from his loins. She milked him with her mouth until his knees bucked and he began to laugh. “Shit, that tickles now.” Eugene was relieved and happy. He could actually say he really did write a scene from something that really happened. Of course, in the story the guy lasted fifteen minutes. Madison stood up. Wiped the small bit of drool off the corner of her mouth and cleared her throat. She flicked the switch back up on the elevator and Eugene quickly tried to pull his pants up. There was a loud ding and as he zipped up, the doors opened and a couple of older women stepped into the elevator. He strained not to shout because he didn’t get everything tucked away and his pubes got caught in the zipper. It may not seem like something bad but having your ball hair yanked isn’t fun. The ladies looked at Madison by the door and Eugene shifting in the back. “Young man, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry or something.” He looked up and replied, “No, I just, umm, I need to lay down I’m not feeling well.” Madison turned as the elevator bell rang, “Oh, come on you big baby, we’ll order room service. You need to stay inside all night.” “Yes, dear.” Eugene grabbed Madison’s hand and she led him down the hall.

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As the doors closed the ladies began to giggle. “What a cute couple they make.”

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Chapter Four The whispers of passion filled Madison’s head. Each deep thrust into her pussy sent shivers through her body. She kept her eyes shut tight, enjoying the visions in her mind. She was face down in the massive, fluffy, bed pillow. Her ass was propped up and Eugene kept driving into her, their flesh slapping together louder and louder as the intensity built. “Fuck me, Eugene, fuck me, Eugene… I’m sorry your name just doesn’t work in that context.” Her passion momentarily paused. She needed to yell the name of her lover to the sexual gods as she came. “Then call me something else,” he moaned in a cracked voice, “But hurry because this firehose is about to burst.” “Fuck me, Dorris Daye, fuck me, Dorris, Oh ya, do me, Dorris.” Madison smiled and gleefully began to laugh inside from the image in her head of being fucked by Dorris Daye. Madison was shivering, beginning to feel the cusp from the wave of ecstasy she had been waiting for. The friction from Eugene’s rigid cock pounding between the tightening walls of her cunt caused her to moan loudly and her body tensed. She gritted her teeth and focused on the pleasure she was experiencing. She was free now. Nothing held her back, and as she began to come all she could think about was the throbbing pulse of Eugene’s cock as he began to come inside her. The hot spurts of his seed made his knees weak. Eugene pulled at her hips as if trying to get more from her. “Oh, my God, you are…oh -36-

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damn, I want more. I want mooorrreeee.” He yelled loudly, acting like a lion roaring. “Oh yessss, whoooohoo, I’m going to have to get another dozen condoms at this rate. Damn, you are so fucking hot.” She was spent and wet. Her inner thighs ached and burned as her fluids seeped from inside. It was a welcome reminder of the pleasure. He was a common man with an insatiable appetite to experience and explore her. Over and over through the night, he explored her. But this wasn’t a one-sided sexual endeavor. She was opening up also, letting him use her for his curiosity. Eugene and Madison took advantage of each other and did things as if they had a list of sexual activities they needed to check off before going back to their regular lives. Once while standing up against the huge hotel room window. Another time, while in the shower, she showed him the magic of a shower massage. During breakfast she lined up four donuts on his hard cock and ate them off, (the lemon cream-filled one was a real mess). He got out a magnifying glass and did an extensive exam on her pussy and its reactions to ice and other foods and liquids. He wrote in his small notepad with a bright red pen, “Point of reference, Super Spicy Hot Tabasco sauce does not belong on a pussy. It’s just wrong and burns like hell”. Madison was running out of things to try. She was happy Eugene had a vivid imagination. Of course she always had that fantasy about the four firemen taking turns trying to extinguish her fire. Lying on the torn apart bed, Madison was trying to take a break. She took a deep cleansing breath. “Eugene, I am really not like this at all. Please don’t look at me like I’m some kind of slut. My whole life is a test in pressure. Every day it’s something different to cause me stress and headaches.”

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Eugene lay in the bed beside her. He just looked and listened. “I don’t have anything against sluts.” With a loud slap, Madison hit his bare chest. “Ouch, that hurt.” “Well that’s what you get for calling me a slut.” Madison knew he was teasing but liked teasing him back. “I haven’t dated in months and haven’t had a lasting relationship for five years. There was a career, or Mike. I chose the career because I vowed never to be dependant on a man taking care of everything and me just sitting around fat and miserable raising four kids. I wanted to be my own woman. Do you understand?” She looked over into his eyes and knew his answer. He understood. He thought nothing less of her because she had basically fucked him into submission. Her body was etched in his mind and he just wanted to spend time admiring her. They lay nude, side-by-side, and began to get to know each other even better. Eugene lowered his head, “Two years ago my fiancée left me for someone else.” “Another man?” Madison didn’t want to bring up the pain. “No, not another guy” Grimacing she asked, “Oh my, another woman?” “Not really, she left me for a hermaphrodite. I guess she wasn’t sure what she wanted so she said she got the best of both worlds.” Eugene stared sadly at her. Seeing she was about to burst into laughter, he winked and began to laugh. “I always wanted to write a story about that but it was just too fucking weird.” Madison looked deep into Eugene’s eyes. She needed to be honest and this was the time. “Eugene, you know this can’t last. We live 3000 -38-

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miles apart. I came here to get away. I needed a break to find some peace in my life. I didn’t know I’d find a great guy like you.” She smiled and continued. “Let’s not be silly and act like one of those romance movies or like the perfect couples in your books. This is reality. We have three more days here. Let’s take advantage of what we have and make the memories be lasting and fucking fantastic.” With a wide smile, Eugene nodded. “I know, Madison. I know. You mentioned fucking, right?”

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The sex didn’t hurt either. But there are people who inspire others. If you’re lucky you meet them. Madison opened his eyes and freed all the caged beasts locked in his mind. She was right. He paused and thought, Fuck them, I’ll write what I want and won’t let others dictate what my inner voice is saying. It was an odd moment to Eugene because he hadn’t had a flow of consciousness like this in a long while and he wanted to get it all down on paper. Or at least all on his hard drive. The inspiration was exciting and it added to his hard on. Creativity was awfully arousing. Waking from her restful sleep, Madison felt a slight chill from the light breeze flowing through the window. She looked across the room to the small table. The screen of the computer reflected on Eugene’s face. His focused stare reminded her of a mad scientist planning his next experiment. Her imagination as to what he was creating was scary. All his stories were filled with sex, toys and lust. If he created a machine to be a substitute for men she wanted to try it out. At least a machine could be kept in a drawer beside the bed to be taken out after going to the movies and seeing her favorite actor. If it paid the bills and made morning coffee she’d pay extra. As he typed away, Madison liked seeing him naked and semi-erect. There was something about the intensity of his eyes. He was quiet and focused on his writing. And it really made her hot. She was the playful type and wanted to see if she could break his concentration. Moving her legs downward, she pulled the sheets off her skin, leaving her totally uncovered. There was a little neon glow from outside that made her visible. She kept her eyes slightly open to be able to see Eugene. Even though she was completely exposed and the room was cool, she felt warmth flowing through her body. It was centering on the small space between her legs. -40-

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Madison wasn’t shy. In fact the exhibitionist in her got off by showing her man what she wanted. With each passing moment, she became hotter and hotter. Her hands brushed against her skin, uncaring if Eugene was watching or not. She was comfortable, feeling damn sexy, her cunt was hot and she had a growing urge to let loose. If she needed to do it herself, she had no problem with it. Who better to know what to touch? What part of her pussy to stroke, the exact way to massage her sensitive clit which was stiffening below the thin hood of flesh. Her chest began to rise and fall in a rhythmic flow. She could feel Eugene’s eyes watching her. She knew he was watching her finger her pussy and how she was getting more and more aroused. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. The throbbing of her clit began to drive her crazy. If she touched it she would convulse and shiver in the thralls of ecstasy. His eyes stared intensely at Madison as she squirmed and touched all the parts of her body he had seen, touched, licked and fucked over the last few days and nights. But seeing her touch herself and knowing exactly where to fondle began to get to him. He leaned back in his seat and just watched her. She was painting a masterpiece, with her fingers as the brushes. Her breasts were full and the nipples tight and erect. He was so close but far enough away that he couldn’t touch her. Madison rolled side to side in the bed squeezing and opening her legs. Eugene grabbed his cock, wanting to be between those tight legs. She drove him crazy and he could see everything through the dim light. He sat, firmly grasping his swollen cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times as Madison pushed her fingers into her wet pussy. He longed to be those fingers, stretching inside those engorged walls of pleasure. -41-

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Madison began to pant, a fever rising inside. Her deep moan signaled the closeness of her orgasm. Her fingers parted the labia and entered her cunt. Her eyes opened and she looked toward Eugene and moaned again. She wanted him to feel this with her. She lay flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, her fingers glistening with the very essence of her body. Her pussy begging to be violated by his rigid cock. He sat, panting as she moaned softly while her orgasm subsided. Her legs stopped shaking and now Eugene knew it was his turn to release the inner urges from his loins. He needed to get his rocks off. Eugene couldn’t handle this torture any longer. His cock throbbed in his hand as he tried in vain to control his urge to ravage Madison. “Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore” he yelled as he stood up, hopped over the table and rushed toward the bed. His cock was erect and pointing forward as he ran. It bobbed up and down like a fishing pole with a fish hooked on the line. He leaped toward Madison, in shock she moved her leg up and turned. With a thud Eugene curled up in the bed. Madison’s knee had hit squarely into his balls. “Oh, God,” Eugene’s eyes rolled as the initial pain shot through his body. “I can’t fucking believe this happened. Let me check. One, two, thank God. I still have my balls.” Madison tried to roll him onto his back, “I am so sorry, Eugene, you scared me.” She held back her laugh as he lay like a newborn baby. “Let me look at it” “No, leave me alone. Don’t touch it! Go away, you broke them. I’ll never fuck again!”

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“Bullshit!” She yanked him over and saw he still sported a hard on. “Awwww, poor baby. Let me kiss and make it all better.” Her head lowered to between Eugene’s legs and he closed his eyes. Madison’s mouth was hot, wet and tight. Eugene missed the feel of a woman and knew that this sensation was feeding his imagination. “Mmmmm, I don’t want this.” A tear filled Eugene’s eye. “Bbbbbut” “I am feeling adventurous. You want to try something different?” Her words were seductive and devious. Eugene swallowed and cleared his throat. “Ummm, adventurous?” A smile widened across her mouth and she turned around in the bed. Her back to Eugene as she straddled him. She leaned forward, resting her breasts on his legs. She fumbled through her purse that she had hung on the end of the bed. She was hot and so ready to be filled by a thick, hard cock and Eugene’s lay just beneath her cunt. Her labia gently brushed his shaft, daring him to enter. She couldn’t let him in yet. Not yet, first things first. Fighting through the childproof-like wrapping, Madison opened the condom and raised herself up onto her knees. The tight rubber coat rolled down the length of Eugene’s cock. Sucking air between her teeth, Madison had the familiar urge to feel him inside of her. She pushed up on her knees and wiggled to get Eugene’s cock pushing at her opening. With a quick drop, she lowered onto him, grinding against his pelvis. She could swear that the head of his cock was pushing against her cervix. Her body slowly rose and fell on his cock, letting her legs pace the thrusts. Madison could feel Eugene’s hands gripping tighter and harder while he held her ass. He would groan in pleasure every time she tightened her cunt around him. -43-

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Her eyes closed and she leaned back, reaching her hand to balance her body. She pushed her body up, letting Eugene’s cock free. She had something else she wanted. “Sorry, it fell out. Sweetheart, put it…” Madison reached her free arm to her pussy and grabbed the head of Eugene’s cock. It was slick and lubricated from the condom and her wet juices. Lifting up, she pushed his cock along the opening of her cunt and back further to the opening of her anus. Madison’s eyes were still closed and she knew what she wanted. With a slow descent she let Eugene’s cock enter her ass. She shuddered and gasped with each inch entering her. Eugene breathed in. “Fuck, Madison, you are so fucking tight. I am about to explode.” Madison kept leaning back, almost falling. Eugene pressed his hand against her back, supporting her. The crest of her wave was approaching as she rode Eugene’s cock rhythmically. In, out, in out, slow but hard. She kept her hand in front to keep him inside and vigorously stroked her clit. The mix of tension and pleasure stirred an orgasmic stew of passion. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Eugene began to yell, getting close to climaxing. Madison whispered, “Don’t say oh shit, oh shit when you are fucking a woman in the ass, dear. Kinda ruins the mood.” She smiled as she thought of her comment and began to breathe quickly, riding the edge of her own carnal paradise. Her fingers toying with the bud of her passion and enjoying the depth of bliss from Eugene. “I’m not gonna make it, I can’t hold it any longer.” Eugene began to moan. “Oh, just a few more, one more…” Madison felt her spasms starting. -44-

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Eugene erupted. His cock pulsed within Madison’s ass and she continued fucking him. She threw her head back, moaning while tingles of pleasure trickled along her spine, the juices from her orgasm mixing between them. After a few minutes, their bodies relaxed. She lifted up, letting Eugene free and lowered back down, his cock resting along the split of her pussy. She began to giggle because everything tickled for some reason. “I can’t move my legs. They’re numb.” Eugene smiled, “Ya, I have that effect on women,” he tried to tease her with his joke. Madison looked down between them and flicked her finger over his balls. “Hey, what the fuck was that for?” Madison climbed off him and said, “Because. Even though you fucked my asshole doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

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Chapter Five The airport was crowded with people going back home to their previous lives. “Let’s not drag this on. This week was like paradise for me. But paradise can’t last forever. Maybe at another time, another place, things would be able to work out but we live on opposite sides of the country and I can’t live with a long distance relationship. So let’s be adult about this and remember this week for what it was. We lived out our fantasies with someone who we truly connected to.” She leaned in and hugged him. “But, there has to…” She stopped him with a brush of her finger across his lips. “Don’t spoil it. You have to let me go.” He stood there watching the woman who inspired him like no other walk away.

- - Angela turned the last page of the manuscript and breathed in deep. “Eugene, this shit is fucking great. I can’t believe you cranked this book out so quickly and actually are ahead of schedule. The story of the writer meeting the woman on the beach, the hot, hot sex, and him finding the inspiration he was longing for…it is just brilliant. This reminds me of your older books, the heart is really in this one. I’m not sure about the -46-

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ending though. You know how the publisher is about happy endings and all. They may ask you to change it.” Eugene stood up from the brown leather chair. “I won’t change it. I’ll take it somewhere else if they don’t like it. This is reality.” With a sigh he continued, “Not everything ends in a perfect way, Angela. Sometimes it ends sadly and there’s nothing you can do but remember the good stuff. I learned this.” Angela shrugged, “Okay, Eugene. I’ll submit it to the publisher with that notation on it. I am sure they will understand. Hell, you have made them a lot of money, the least they can do is listen and let you be free to write whatever you want.” Eugene had a definite case of déjà vu’. Madison had told him the exact same thing. He wondered if she was okay. “Um, Eugene? This dedication. ‘For Madison, my muse’, that’s all you want it to say?” “Yes. Nothing more then that.” Angela took a few more notes. “Who’s Madison? Have I met her?” “No, I met her on my vacation a few months back. Just leave everything like it is, Angela. I trust your edits but let’s not mess with it too much, I’m really proud of this one. I have to go now, I have a plane to catch.” Eugene shook her hand and walked out of Angela’s office and to the elevator. He looked down, contemplating what he was going to do next. What would his next story be? He thought maybe a trip to the east coast. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed. The taxi pulled up and he stood by the open door, “Hello? Madison? Yes, she loved the book. My plane leaves in about two hours. I need to go grab my suitcases. I should be there about midnight. Yes, two weeks.” He paused as she talked on the other end. A strange smile crossed his face and he blushed. -47-

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A Handyman’s Best Tool By Alexis Fleming

Read on for an excerpt from the steamy erotic romance, A Handyman’s Best Tool, by Alexis Fleming… “Open your legs a bit,” he whispered. “Riley, we can’t—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. “Can you honestly say this isn’t a turn-on? To do this in public where the risk of getting caught is high?” He moved his fingers the slightest amount, eliciting a gasp from her. “Bet I can make you come in public.” He flicked his fingers again and a cheeky grin broke out on his face. Beth-Ann was grateful for his humor. It helped to lighten the tension that arced between them. She needed a moment to regroup. Her grin matched his as she shook her head. “Can’t be done,” she crowed. “I have too much control to allow it to go that far.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Wanna bet?” A gurgle of laughter escaped, abruptly cut off when he slid his hand down between her thighs. Throughout their banter, she’d relaxed the muscles in her upper legs and he’d taken immediate advantage. Her thin panties were no barrier to his scalding touch as he ran the tip of his finger along her cleft. Without her brain giving the order, she widened her legs even more, allowing him greater access. “You’re already wet,” he whispered as he leaned forward to shield her from anyone who might come too near. “I can feel the dampness through

your panties. Right here.” He fingered the crotch of her underwear, pushing the fabric against the heat of her pussy. Beth-Ann’s hips bucked. Wet? What an understatement. Her panties were so wet they were darn near soaked. Without conscious volition, she slid further down on the bench seat, her head drooping forward to rest on his chest. As she dragged in a shaky breath and opened her mouth to speak, the scent of her desire mingled with the spicy tang of his aftershave. She snapped her mouth closed again. There wasn’t a thing she could say. Her libido had taken over. “Take them off.” She frowned as she tried to process his words. “Wha—” “Your panties. Take them off.” “Here? I can’t… Someone will see me.” She lifted her head and stared at him, at the wicked glitter in his chocolate-brown eyes. The hangdog look, filled with longing, caught at her heart and drove rational thought from her mind. “How?” She rolled her eyes at the husky croak that came out. Here she was with Riley Osborne willing to pleasure her and she couldn’t even put a cohesive sentence together. He slid his hand around behind her and hooked his fingers over the elastic. “Lift your ass,” he said in a low voice, his gaze never wavering from hers. When Beth-Ann complied, he slipped her underwear down beneath her. A gasp escaped as his knuckles brushed at the cheeks of her bottom. She’d never thought of that region as being erotic, but hot damn. “Lay back a fraction.” Well, heck, she’d come this far. May as well go the rest of the way. She still maintained her control was rigid enough to avoid the final

fulfillment, but she wasn’t averse to a little playing around. Manual stimulation had a lot going for it. Besides, she was interested to see how far he’d go. Her heart skipped a beat as he moved his hand across the slight swell of her stomach and inserted it under the front of her panties. His fingers tangled in her pubic curls and he gave a slight tug. “You ready?” Oh, yeah. It was impossible to verbalize her response, but she nodded so vigorously it was sheer dumb luck she didn’t knock him out. Quick as a wink, he slid her panties down her legs until they pooled at her feet. With the added advantage of his long reach, he bent beneath the table, snagged them up and stuffed them in his pocket. Beth-Ann blinked like a moronic bimbo, astounded that he had achieved it with so little fuss. No one appeared to have taken any notice at all. She tried to even out her breathing, but he didn’t give her the chance to come down. His hand settled over her mound and slid forward to cup her between the legs. With a groan, she collapsed back against the seat and let him have his way, because right at that moment, it was what she wanted, too. “I was right,” he whispered against her mouth. He parted her labia and ran the tip of his finger along the length of her. Beth-Ann whimpered and tilted her hips. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. “You are so hot and wet, so ready for me,” Riley said as he delved deeper, then dragged her creamy moisture up over her clit. “You want me in there, don’t you?” “God, yes, don’t tease, Riley.” With a smile, he leaned down and nibbled at the outer edge of her mouth. “Teasing is good. It builds the tension.”

“Much more tension and I’m going to shatter,” she managed in a shaky voice. “Oh, I’m going to make you shatter, darlin’. That’s the whole point of the exercise.” Beth-Ann made a move to shake her head in denial, but all she could do was gasp as Riley covered her mound of springy curls and pressed his fingers down. When he slid one finger inside, she moaned and spread her legs even more. “You feel that?” he murmured against her lips. “See how wet you are. I can smell your desire. You like me doing this, don’t you?” Without any direct command from her brain, her hips moved in time with the thrust of his finger. Her muscles clenched as she tried to drag him deeper. Lord, it wasn’t enough. And it was too much. Fire gathered at his touch. Her heart raced, threatening to jump right out of her chest. Her eyelids drooped as her mind turned to soggy mush and her body took over. “No, look at me, Beth-Ann. I want to know you’re thinking only of me.” She couldn’t believe how hard it was to focus. Where was her muchvalued control now? She struggled to gain the upper hand. After all, she was supposed to be putting him on the spot. Her gaze fastened on his glittering brown eyes, she leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around his mouth before bathing his full bottom lip with wet strokes. He groaned and when she pulled back and looked at him, she could have sworn his eyes had glazed over. She grinned, then released a gasp as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. Her hips bucked in response to the tightness, the stretch of her body. A shudder raced through her as he set up a steady pace. Thrust and withdraw, only to plunge deep again.

“Go for it, darlin’. No one can see you, and even if they could, think of the spice possible discovery adds to the scenario.” Beth-Ann forgot about anyone or anything else around her. Her body took up the rhythm, her hips angled to take him deep. It still wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Control forgotten, she clamped her hand on his wrist, pushing down so the friction was where she wanted it most. Her breath gusted out in short pants, interspersed with soft moans she couldn’t have prevented if she’d tried, and she was way beyond the point of trying. All she could do was feel, and trust Riley to be there for her when she fell. Riley couldn’t believe how responsive she was. He wasn’t really into public displays of sexual excess, but damned if this wasn’t the greatest turn-on he’d ever experienced. Beth-Ann held tight to his wrist and ground her hips against his hand in concert with the thrust of his fingers. Her thighs clamped around his hand as if she feared he’d pull away. No chance in hell. It was a major effort to keep control of his body as she rode his hand. His cock was rock-hard, almost to the point of pain. He needed to sink himself into her heat, bury himself to the hilt and pound away at that delectable body. Small, but dynamite. He wanted to slither down under the table and replace his hand with his mouth. Drink of all that fiery slickness, tease her clit until she screamed out his name, and to hell with the consequences. Beth-Ann’s eyes closed as the movement of her hips became more frenzied. Her long fingernails dug into the back of his hand. Her moans increased in volume and if he kept this up, everyone would definitely know what was going on in this darkened corner of the nightclub. “Let go, Beth-Ann, I’ll catch you,” he whispered…

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