Ashley Tate sat at the computer, the screen flashing back at her, waiting. The white page seemed to be screaming at her to at least put a starting sentence on it, anything but that blinding glare with the cursor continuing to blink back at her.
Ashley's story was inside her head, as clear as crystal, yet as her fingers skimmed over the keyboard for what seemed the thousandth time that morning, nothing was working its way out. It was as if her fingers absolutely refused to listen to what her brain was telling them.
"This is getting harder and harder..." She sighed wearily, removing a hand from the keyboard and picking up her coffee cup. She grimaced as the now cold liquid filled her mouth and she had the urge to spit it back out into the cup, but swallowed.
"All right, Ashley, get your shit together, you've got two days to get this out." Her conscience growled at her.
"I can't think!" She whined aloud.
"Since when? You're always thinking, we never shut down, even when we're sleeping!" The voice continued.
"I think that's the problem, I've already thought so much that there's nothing left to think." Ashley returned, the idea of holding a one-on-one with herself slightly amusing and just a tad bit disturbing since it was occurring more and more frequently lately.
"Okay. Sit back, close your eyes..." The little voice now stated in an almost soothing voice and Ashley leaned back in her seat, her fingers back upon the keyboard, her eyes closing gently.
"Picture your character in your mind." The conscience told her and an image automatically popped into her head causing her to smile softly.
"Yummy." She whispered.
"Wow, girl, he's drop-dead gorgeous!" The voice giggled inside her head.
"Uh-huh." Ashley returned.
"Now, what would you like to do with that, what would you like to do with him?" The voice asked quietly.
In her mind, Ashley had pictured that male character, all six feet, two inches of a muscle packed frame, not an ounce of fat or flab anywhere on him. As her eyes worked from the very tips of his almost jet-black hair to a face that looked as though an artist had created it with so much love and adoration, her blood began to heat up.
Deep, dark smoldering eyes stared back at her, so deep that there did not seem to be a reflection of herself in their color and Ashley shuddered. That face connected to strong, corded neck and shoulders that seemed like Atlas', holding up the world and then to a chest that Ashley knew if she wrapped her arms around, her fingertips would not touch at his back.
As her mind's fingers shifted lower, she outlined each and every sculptured ab muscle, tight, quivering slightly as her fingertips feathered over his deeply tanned skin. From there down to tapered hips and the tightest, roundest rear-end she had ever seen or felt upon a man before. And then her hands moved back around to his front, tracing lightly over the highly sensitive skin where long, firm legs connected to those luxurious thighs.
Ashley heard herself suck in a breath as she took hold of his soft yet massive cock, stroking his incredible length, her own body shuddering in desire, her hormones starting a fire that began to race through her system. Her mind still working, Ashley lowered herself to her knees, aiming that delicious looking rod toward her lips. And then she heard a moan, not sure if it was her own or her his soft mutter of pleasure as her lips closed over the tip, her tongue tracing around the pure male scent of his flesh, dipping slightly into the small opening at the head.