I can’t wait to tell William! Oh, he probably already knows anyway. Okay, so what next? Did you make plans to get together again?’ Amy’s smile t...rned into a pout, ‘He went to London again. I won’t see him for five days, but he has called and texted me and of course he has already sent a few photos. Hey, look at the time: should we head on over?’ ‘Yeah, I guess we’d better. Hey, don’t you have a turn coming up?’ ‘Ugh! Next time. And I’ve been slacking on my writing. Too many fun distractions.’. She looked down at his cock, still hard and straight and proud. His pubes were a mess of white, sticky cum and she knew her own pussy looked just like that.Grabbing her clothes she tip-toed out of his room and into the bathroom to clean up. She ran her fingers through her wet pubic hair and, when she felt her fingertip slide between her pussy lips she couldn't help but let it go into her... just a little. She shivered at the thought of the sperm on the end of that finger tip, and how she had. This itch will disturb you, but you’ll have dislodged the memory of your beloved Muse and will not recall the need to create. Perhaps you’ll attempt other means or creativity: painting, building, knitting, but activity will leave you unfulfilled. The itch will eventually pass, and you’ll remain hollow. I miss Her, to be quite frank. I yearn for Her gentle and persuasive power that would often flow through me, sometimes a soft and thick glow of clover honey, and other times a river of fire that. The taste was as good as the preparation."Ah," I sighed as I downed my first sip."You a gin guy?" a female voice to my right asked.I turned. A girl who looked to be in her early to mid-twenties was typing something on her phone. She had short, dark hair that ended at her chin and high cheekbones that accentuated an angular, almost hard profile that nonetheless retained its femininity. Her ears had three piercings - two silver studs on her lobe and one small, silver loop near the top. She wore a.