" 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. Reanne was still bound to the table, squirming against her restraints and the vibrating dildo in her ass. Iliyana walked slowly towards her, noting the way the darker woman’s eyes locked onto hers the instant she stepped into the room. She swayed her hips seductively as she walked closer, and closer. The room was filled with the heady scent of lust. She ran her hand along Reanne’s body, caressing her face and then down to her breast. She rubbed Reanne’s stiff nipple with her palm, moving in. It was a Saturday night, the school year was one third over, and we were just getting ready for Christmas vacation. A lot of people were leaving, but as Jeff and I lived close we didn't have to leave so early. There weren't too many people around, but Jeff and I managed to find a party and get pretty drunk. We returned the room and smoked some pot and Jeff passed out on the couch. For whatever reason, I wasn't tired. My mind began to drift, and soon enough, I started to think about panties, and. ”“I don’t have the time or patience to deal with such prima donna bullshit, so she better be ready to play ball, or else.”“Um, our training covered a bunch of things,” Amenthia replied, “but what the hell is a prima donna?”“They were the main female singer in an opera,” I replied with a laugh. “They were known to have outrageous demands, throwing tantrums and refusing to perform if they didn’t get their way. Even musicians of my modern age would show signs of those attitudes and it could ruin.