[AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you like the pure dialog approach, please check out my member page for more such submissions. Muse "A" is featured in A-Musement. Muse "B" is featured in Be-Musing. Constructive feedback is much appreciated, as is gushing praise. ~ Imp]
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Friday morning. Challenge time! Anybody home?
B: "I'm here, as usual. Did you say ‘challenge?'"
A: "Me, too. What's up?"
B: "Geez! What are YOU doing here? Imp, do I have to share you with him?"
A: "I used to be here all the time, 'til you showed up, bitch. Now I'm lucky if I get any play time at all."
B: "Which tells me you just weren't satisfying ..."
Enough, you two!
A: "Sorry."
And, yes, I said 'challenge.' I'm on a multitasking mission ...
B: "Care to elaborate?"
A: "This sounds interesting. Please continue, Imp."
... and you two are going to help me.
B: "Looks like you're starting without us."
Yeah, well that's part of the challenge. I have to do three things – write, masturbate, and describe – simultaneously.
A: "Oh, fuck! I love to watch you touch yourself."
B: "That's becoming rather obvious."
A: "You're staying there, then – in that squeaky old chair at your desk?"
Uh huh.
B: "Time limit?"
None. Well, I take that back. I've an afternoon appointment, but the rest of the morning is ours.
A: "Are toys allowed?"
Um – nothing was mentioned one way or the other, so I assume it's permissible.
A: "I'll get the little vibe."
B: "No, you won't. It died yesterday morning."
A: "How would you know?"
B: "Figure it out, Sherlock."
Would you two PLEASE cooperate? This is going to take forever if you don't stop sniping at each other.
A: "Well, does the electric one still work?"
B: "Can't you do without? I mean, I can EASILY get her off without one. No problem."
ENOUGH!
B: "Sorry, Imp. What would you like me to do?"
Undress me.
B: "My pleasure."
But don't use your hands. You, on the floor – on your back.
A: "I like the sound of that."
Wait. Open this for me first. I can't do it with one hand.
A: "Do you have to keep one hand on the keyboard at ALL times?"
Hmmm ... I guess not. I do have to keep writing, though, so it can't be away too long.
B: "Would you help me with your bra clasp, then. I can't get it with my teeth."
Losin' your touch, lover?
B: "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
A: "This stuff smells good. What is it?"
Just some peppermint massage cream. It tingles a bit.
B: "How's it taste?"
A: "Like peppermint, of course."
B: "Aren't you a bright one?"
A: "I'll put some on my cock, and you can lick it off."
Good idea. I'd like to watch you two be nice to one another for a bit.
A: "I meant you, Imp."
I don't think I can type and give head simultaneously. Not well, anyway.
A: "Think she can handle it? It ain't pussy, ya know."
B: "You won't have any complaints."
A: "Can you see well enough?"
Just fine. Have at it.
A: "I'd really rather it was you, Imp."
Pretend, then. That's what we’re here for, isn't it?
A: "I love how you suck my cock."
Then you're gonna love her, too. She's orally gifted.
B: "You should know! You want me to get him off or just keep him stoked for you?"
Just get started. I'll decide later. Ya know, either I'm gonna have to go back later and add all the capital letters and other stuff that requires the SHIFT key, or I'm gonna get my keyboard all sticky.
B: "Do it later. You're allowed to edit, aren't you?"
I guess so. This is a first for me.
A: "First what?"
First time masturbating while writing.
B: "You're kidding!"
A: "Don't talk with your mouth full, sugar."
I'm not kidding. It's a true multitasking challenge, but I'm up for it.
A: "Swivel your chair sideways, Imp. I wanna look straight up at you fingering yourself."
Hold her hair out of the way, would you? I can't see. That's better.
