We’re taught to honor the process: a writer writes; don’t block the flow even if it’s just going down the drain. So between gouts of epic prose ...’ll often fill the page with lesser stuff. Like a boxer in the gym, a batter taking strokes, just keeping the machine lubed. Erm, oiled.“Well, not just that but yeah, sometimes when I’m not feeling inspired I’ll dash off something ... racy. Or mysterious, or scary. Just keeping my hand in.” I nodded at her pages. “I guess you picked up some of the racy. They used the wand on her clit and took turns making her cum. They all had teased her pussy but nobody had fucked it. Her desire was at its pinnacle as her pussy oozed wetness.Her Master positioned himself between her legs, leaning his pubis on her ass cheeks. He ran his cock up and down her labia, masturbating her as he rubbed it against her clit. He continued to steadily massage her throbbing clit, his shaft now coated with her wetness so it could easily slide inside her. She could tell it. When she returned she pushed me onto my back and started to lick from my balls up to the tip of my cock, then took be balls deep in her throat. She sucked me hard until I signaled to her that I wanted to fuck her wet hairy pussy. She laid back on the couch and spread her thick legs wide. I looked down and my cock was throbbing, completely drenched in spit and oozing precum. As I entered her the hair from her bush felt amazing. Thrusting faster and harder I could tell that she was close to. I guess I'll try to describe myself--I'm 5'11" and have brown hair and blue eyes. I'm pretty skinny and not really that muscular, but I'm starting to work out so that should change soon.Monday morning found me awoken by the sunlight streaming through the curtains in my bedroom at around 11:00. It was summer, so I had practically no place to be so I spent awhile looking up at my ceiling trying to get back to sleep.I rolled over onto my stomach and felt a moment of pleasure when my dick rubbed.