**All of this is fiction, and does not resemble real life**
**Warning: Incest ahead. Don't read if triggered**
I had been staying at Uma Thurman's mountain cabin for 2 weeks --trying in vain to cure a writer's block-- when my hostess decided she'd help me further off my rut.
"What actually is your problem, sweetie?" Uma asked me. She was wearing a silk white teddy, one which highlighted her gorgeous figure.
"I have these two characters. And they're bound to end up together. But there was so much conflict in Act Two, there's no believable way they'll speak to each other again. So, I'm thinking of changing the outline entirely, but... Nothing feels natural," I said.
"Well... They could always fuck," said Uma.
"That's the issue. They can't have sex. They hate each other," I answered.
Uma laughed like there was no tomorrow: bellowing chortles followed each other until the blonde actress almost teared up from amusement.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You... How can I put this? You've never had... You know? Built-up sex? Not one hate fuck?"
"I don't think this is that kind of a movie," I said.
"Oh. It is, baby. It is."
"OK, what exactly do you mean, 'built-up' sex? If the climax was the sex scene, I'd've built it up from the start."
"The thing, baby, is that built-up sex isn't just about positive feelings. It's about everything left unsaid. Whether that's resentment, or pure lust, or genuine love... that's up to the two people. But what your characters need, honey, that's built-up sex."
"Yeah right. But... I'm no good at writing sex scenes. I once talked dirty during sex. The girl thought I was explaining Newton's Laws of Physics."
Again, Uma laughed merrily.
"Describing sex, whether orally, or..."
"Anally?" I interjected.
"Through the written word..." she continued "It takes practice. It's not something you're born with. It's something you have to work at. I can help you, If you'd like."
There was a special twinkle in her eyes. A mischievous tempting twinkle, of which its particular intention I found hard to decypher. Still, I accepted with a nod and a shrug. And a
"Sure!"
"Perfect," she said.
We were at her living room, sitting down on the big, comfortable leather couch, in front of a huge plasma TV --her cabin wasn't exactly of an updated interior design-- near a cupboard containing Uma's huge DVD collection. Upon a closer second inspection, considering our recent conversation, I noticed a certain erotic element in most of the movies she'd purchased. She turned to look at me, the evil sexy twinkle never leaving her female gaze.
"We're having a marathon."
"But it's freezing outside," I have a tendency to tell bad jokes when sexually intimidated.
"A movie marathon, silly. Go, sit. I'll take care of everything."
And she did. She took about 8 movies from the cupboard. We wouldn't watch them all the way through, just key moments, i.e minor background and mostly sex scenes.
The first film in our indecent collection was Body of Evidence, starting Madonna. Uma was smiling widely all the way through. I must admit certain parts of my anatomy were plasantly surprised and awakened by the sight of Madonna's breasts. Most of all, a special scene, one where the beautiful blonde in question melts a candle over Willem Dafoe's body, and licks the wax off. It was very creative, and as I've heard, characteristic of Madonna.
The next appointed movie was Disclosure, starting Demi Moore and Michael Douglas. The sole mention of the film had a similar effect on me. Maybe an even deeper effect: Disclosure had been the main source of my spontaneous combustions growing up. Demi Moore in a black bra giving a blowjob, as matter of fact, had probably ignited my long-lasting attraction to husky voiced women, a lot like...
"Are you liking it so far, handsome?" asked Uma Thurman.
"What? Me? Yes. Demi. Sure. Ahh... Yes," I answered, gracefully.
In the movie, Demi started moaning. My erection was surely noticeable by then, because my hostess smirked.
The next movie was Killing Me Softly, with Heather Graham, in more than a handful of enticing moments, namely a choking session that ends in plenty of bouncing. I was getting aroused beyond words.
Following that, Basic Instinct. I noticed the pattern of mainly blondes that had been recurring thus far, and supposing a certain subtext in the situation, I started to stare for long uninterrupted moments at Uma, the beautiful blonde who was gently biting her index finger during racy scenes. I wanted to do so many things to her. I started thinking more about my fantasies than about the movies I was meant to be watching. I thought about seeing her naked, and riding her.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
I just nodded, waited until Instinct was over, then... I got up, opened the cupboard--
"What are you doing?"
--and chose Mad Dog & Glory, a movie with a great sex scene... starting Uma.
Once she realized my intentions, she didn't protest. She stood quiet. I watched the sex scene intently. I felt her stare on my person. I listened to her moans from the screen. This situation was escalating with built-up emotions. The movie ended. We stared at each other. The slight sparkle from earlier had transformed into barely contained lust; the more we stared at each other, the more it's chains would burn until crumbling, setting our hot desires free.
"Good night, my someone," she said. She came closer, puckered her lips, kissed me on the cheek, one milimeter away from my own lips.
"Good night" I answered.
As she went off to her room, I watched her plump derriere gently swaying left and right, and it filled me with unbridled lust. Her plan had worked! I had tons of inspiration to continue with my script.
I sat at the dining room, typewriter at the front, and soon, page after page after page of increasingly erotic actions materialized on the table. I was astonished with the speed of the writing. After about half an hour, my rut had died, and I was back in grace with the muses. One muse, especially.
Once I had finished my intended work on the script, I decided I'd take a shower to let my accumulated anxieties to rest. During the shower, I couldn't help but think about Uma. Beautiful, lovely Uma in the white silk teddy, leaning forward to kiss me, her erect nipples poking out of her lovely garments, her husky voice calling me her someone, her long legs bent over, her ass barely concealed by the material.
