Time after time he fucked up into me as I held my panties against his face, taunting him, telling him he was the best fuck I'd had tonight. We went at...for another fifteen minutes until I came, and miraculously, he came again, too.Lying exhausted across his chest once we were finally done, I smiled down at him and he smiled back. Then, when I started to giggle and raise up off him, he stopped me and pulled me down into a very loving hug and whispered, "Thanks, Beth. That was so hot. I love. After a few vague paragraphs, I set it aside.Once again, I stop and go work on the first story in the hope that some inspiration will come to me out of the blue. Several days go by and no insight comes on either story or anything new. I don’t dream about being in the woods again, or at least don’t remember if I do. No inspiration comes for any other stories either. Any writer worth his or her salt has stacks of stories that never get beyond a few ideas they jot down or write a few paragraphs. Your eyes still half shut with sleep, you open the door to find a gorgeous woman dark-haired woman standing on your front step, wearing dark sunglasses and a tight fitting black suit jacket and skirt."John Doe?" She asks, as she glances to her clipboard for a moment and then back to you, carefully examining you from behind her glasses."Yuh.." you reply, squinting against the morning sun as you try to read the lettering on the van parked in front of your house. "That's me. What's this about?". ‘Like she did Elaine... ‘Tanya got up to get the hot water off the heating element. She poured some into a ceramic pot and put the bag filled with crushed flower petals and herbs into it.“Tea will be ready in just a minute, now,” she said, then sat back down after performing her little chore. She had butterflies in her stomach so badly she was almost shaking. ‘Why does this girl affect me this way?’“Thank you ... Tanya,” Beth replied. ‘Don’t be so nervous. It will happen as the gods see fit to.