" As you have hopefully figured out, my muse's name is Lois. I didn't know her name until I was well into my third story, EMMANCIPATION. Yet I was unk...owingly under her influence from the beginning. One day, I just HAD to write my first erotic story, The ReDating Game, and I didn't know why. So why did I? Well, I happened to be in a state of questioning my usual left-brain approach to everything. I struggled to box it out of select areas, and creative writing is an ideal testing ground with. This time I asked her about her family, I came to know that after her husband leaves for office, her kid leaves for school, she will be alone at home, for my surprise she stays in the apartment adjacent to the one I live.Again the same, she didn’t call me for a week and I was desperate to fuck her, I also started masturbating thinking about her. I got the call after 10 days this time but she was dull while talking, when I asked her the reason she said that they are leaving for Pune next month. ”“Yeah, and if they manage to do what Dahlin says is impossible, I plan to be on the winning side,” Patmore murmurs.“I know what you mean,” Cooke acknowledges. “I plan to have a family left when all this is over and if that means helping them, then so be it.”The truck comes to a slow halt. The two soldiers in the back with the two scientists motion for them to exit the truck.“Looks like we made it,” Patmore remarks sounding enthusiastic. He is glad to see someone else in the group who sees. She was shaking, quivering and thrusting her hips into the air. Viv was working on a monumental orgasm. Her breath was rapid snd she was thrashing all over the place."Fuck yes," she yelled.Viv was in a sexual frenzy. Luckily the neighbors did not hear us going at it. She was thrashing from side to side on the chaise and concluded her orgasm. She laid there in the fetal position with a Mona Lisa smile on her face. It seemed round one was over. She was motionless for about five minutes.