Under other circumstances, Timmy would have enjoyed looking at her. "Slave, come forward."Slave? In the 21st century?"Yes, Mistress." A naked, teenage...girl appeared. Timmy noticed how gracefully she moved. When she stopped in front of him, he stared at her, spellbound. She had long, honey-blonde hair, dark brown eyebrows and green eyes. Her body was incredible; she had beautiful long legs curving up to her sweetly curved hips. Her waist was thin and her tits were very large and firm. She was so. ’ ‘Dude, that—’ ‘Don’t even think you’re getting out of telling us what happened yesterday Ms. I’m Not Coming Home,’ Em interrupts with a pointed fork. ’50 euros or no?’ I hold out my hand and she laughs loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. ‘Calm down before Joanna and Zayne come over here.’ She takes it from a ten to a five. ‘So how was it?’ Zora chimes in, ‘The first time is always the worst. Nick lasted about ten seconds.’ I choke. ‘Only ten?’ ‘How long did Leo last?’ ‘More than. 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 about. In between working on the short stories, I keep working on the book. I finally decide to just forget about it, and go back to working on one of the other. "Jenn rubbed her leg against me and said, "I'm gonna get a drink." Then she rolled over and got off the bed. I watched as my lover casually walked out of the bedroom, completely naked.I immediately put my hand to myself, feeling the wet of her and stroking to get hard again. When she came back into Katie's room, Jenn had a glass of water in one hand, and the other hand was behind her back. Jenn just stood there sipping the water for a few seconds, watching me stroke my cock as I lay there.