Storiesonline.net ------- My Muse by Dual Writer Copyright© 2009 by Dual Writer ------- Description: If you knew her, you would understand. This is a short attempt to give you an idea of my delightful Muse. Codes: MF mf Mf mF rom mc hypno mag celeb humor D/S Fdom sad tort interr nud ------- My muse is real. Let me describe her. She is "Tinkerbell." If not the original, she is the sister or first cousin of Walt Disney's cute little flitting fairy who spreads fairy dust in her wake. She's only about eight inches tall but is really cute. I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion. But I digress, as this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is not with me every moment of the day. She picks and chooses when she wishes to visit. I may need to finish writing something, even a business proposal and she will have vanished. Doing what I have no idea as she does not confide in me of her personal life. She says she's totally devoted to me but I think she stretches the truth a little. Other times I can be doing something really productive like watching a baseball game or hockey game or even making one of my masterpieces in the kitchen. The little vixen will get on my shoulder and almost yell into my ear to start typing, listen to her and start writing the story she wants to get out. Her latest method of communication is to appear as I drive to a customer. My mind is focused on curing some strange problem discovered or imagined by the customer and my cute little flitter will fly in front of my eyes (To get my attention of course.). She'll land on my shoulder to discuss the story I have in progress or a new idea that needs to be put on paper. I've had to stop at all types of places to jot down notes or a quick outline because she nags so much, it has to be done. She usually dresses in her little short skirt and sparkly top with a near revealing bodice but will often dress the part of the story I'm writing. She'll appear in leather, ready for a bike ride just as easily in an old maid outfit to keep a story on tract without cluttering it up with hanky panky. If she's in a playful mood she'll be wearing a super short skirt and depending on how rank her mood is, possibly no panties. Now that'll get your attention. When she's really nuts and wants to write a story like the first part of "Bare Assets" or how "Eyes" ended, she might even show up naked. Imagine a tiny little knockout flitting in front of your face snuggling up to you on your shoulder totally naked. Tempting you to wish to want more than her story telling ability. She can get rank. I love her play acting when she swoops down to stand in front of me with her hands on her hips, one hip cocked higher than the other. She'll give me that coy smile and ask, "So you think you have an idea for a story huh? How about I give you a little help and we'll have this on paper in a flash." She will flit to my shoulder and I'll assume the position. The position is sitting on the edge of my desk chair, forearms resting on the front of the desk and my fingers over the keyboard. She'll begin buzzing at me, sending messages to my brain and fingers at the same time. She often can make the fingers work much faster than the brain. Wonder how she does that? Sometimes her attention will last hours, sometimes only most of an hour. When she really likes a story she'll pound me all day, allow a little sleep and pound me the next. We've written some pretty neat stories in a couple of days. One recent story was actually written in a three day marathon that wore us both out. We ended up cutting the story short because we burnt each other out writing it. I can tell you that she is not an editor. She'll tell me to proof what I've written as my fingers were going to fast. She's right, I have tons of typo's in the first draft but also I get to read the story for the first time. I don't even remember writing parts of it. She likes to jump to something new before I finish something else. That's when we conflict. The reason is, she feels she's given me the story and she has but did not wait for me to write it. She just jabbers until she has it all out of her system then sits there taping her fingers waiting for me to catch up. She wants to go on to something new but I resist and plod through what she had previously told me that we would do with the story. She's been very active lately and very mischievous. She starts out helping me write a story with only touches of implied sex then she whacks me on the head, licks my ear and fills my head with images of her laying back inviting me to partake of what I can't have. That's how a perfectly innocent story can sometimes turn into a blistering scene that makes me a drooling mass. She's very amused that I would take the time to describe her and tell of her nuttiness. She wants to get back to the story that she's having fun with. She promises not to take off and leave me hanging for a week or two at a time. The problem lies that I'm trying to keep this story a little on the PG side and she has an X rated grin on her face. So have some sympathy, the little bitch can drive me crazy by disappearing, or appearing in one of her sexy outfits. Today she's in a working mood dressed in her fairy garb but a little more cleavage than usual and I think she forgot her panties again. There goes this story's ratings. The next time you see Tinkerbell on the TV or at the movies, that's a relative of my special critter that helps me write. Think of me and have a little sympathy. Uh oh, she's running her mouth and my fingers are getting itchy. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-04-16 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------