A blank white page on my computer screen, waiting for my thoughts, my words. I stare at it, and then...the faintest glimmerings of a naked woman.
Wait, what? Why is there a naked woman rising out of the whiteness? This isn't photographic paper bathing in developer. And yet the woman is appearing, rising out of nothingness, at first an aberration, a mirage of low contrast curves, barely there at first but soon staring me in the face, the green eyes and red hair I dream about, snapping into focus.
"Go away woman, you shouldn't be there," I say as I stare at the page.
"But I want to be here," she says, with a smirking smile that creases her cheeks.
"I'm married," I say, "and my wife wouldn't approve."
"Your wife has her own keyboard, her own blank page..."
"Yes, but...you're naked," I say, unable to tear my eyes away from the vision.
"I'm pretty sure her's might be too," the red-headed interloper says.
"I think you should go away," I say, and the woman pouts.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," she says.
"Fuck you? Why would you think that?"
"Oh please! It's what I'm for isn't it? What else are we good for, us fantasy girls?"
"We could talk. I've been kinda depressed lately," I say.
"Talk?" she laughed. "You wanna
talk
to a naked green-eyed red-head? You did notice my tits, right? They're real you know, and you saw that I took the time to shave my pussy for you, right?"
"Yeah, I saw. And those tits are real? Wow. I guess I shoulda known...I mean you're here on my page."
"And the freckles too," she says. "I thought you liked this shit."
"Oh, I do. I'm glad you're here. I shouldn't have asked you to go away, I'm sorry."
"That's okay honey," she says, and that delicious smirk reappears. "So, what do you want to do with me?"
"I wouldn't mind just sitting here looking at you for awhile."
"Okay honey. Just don't write too many details. I hate it when I get over described."
"So you read the stories you show up in?"
"Sure, wouldn't you?
"I guess."
"It's fun to see the variety. You writers are an interesting lot."
"So have you been busy? I mean, do you get a lot of work lately?"
"Yeah, it's been a pretty good year. Quite a few women used me this year, that was kinda fun."
"Wow, I never thought about a woman writer using you. I guess that makes sense though, I mean hot is hot, right?"
"Bingo! I think the whole internet porn thing helped with that. High school girls are all exposed to this hot girl-on-girl stuff now, so they're experimenting a lot more. Their writing shows it, so I've been getting a lot of work from that kind of thing."
"So, you mentioned being over described. That bugs you?"
"Oh hell yeah! I mean all this minutia that some writers use. When I read some of the stuff I'm in I have to skim over a lot of it. Sorta ruins the flow for me."
"So what about me? Am I guilty of that?"
"No honey, I wouldn't say so. You go to far the other way sometimes, compressing things a bit too much. I'd like to see you stretch a little more, some more character development. The Handyman was good, 'cause they all had a chance to breathe, you know?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I just really love concise little stories. It's sorta my thing. Like a two hour movie instead of a novel. I'd much rather watch a movie than read a book."
"Ah, interesting!" the naked red-head says. "Now we're getting somewhere!"
I shake my head and smile at the woman on the page.
"Is it gonna screw things up if you learn too much about me?" I say. "I've never really talked to one of you before."
"Well, I probably shouldn't give this away, but we know more about you than you know about yourself. And a whole shit-load more than your wife knows."
"Wow, I never really thought about it that way. But maybe that's good, in a weird kinda way."
"Absolutely," she says. "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."
"Well, I don't know about that. A little full of yourself today?"
"Maybe. My confidence is up I guess. A screenwriter just finished using me yesterday, and it's one of those 'can't miss' scripts, so I'm feeling good about myself."
"I was wondering where you were. I was trying to get you to show up last week and I got nothing."
"Sorry honey. You know you're my favorite, right?" she says, almost batting her eyelashes at me.
"Ha! You're funny," I say, and a big smile takes over my face.
"So honey, what do you wanna do with me today? A big cock again? Or maybe an orgy? I love those orgies you put me in. One of those orgasms...I think it was up at Penny's camp right? That was like one of the best orgasms anybody's ever written me into. I was tingly for days. I still tell my friends about that one."
"Oh right! You were Mary in that one. Yeah, that was hot. You were great when you played Chloe too. That was another one of those Handyman chapters."
"Oh fuck yeah! I loved being Chloe! Steve made me cum and cum and cum! Fuckin' hot!"
"Yeah, I don't know if I've been able to write that good since then. Maybe it's because you haven't been around. Something about a perfect red-head just gets my creative juices flowing."
"Ooo! Creative juices! I like the sound of that. I'll tell you what...why don't we have a little go right here, just you and me."
"You and me? You want too?"