This is a work of fiction.
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My internal clock went off and I woke up to chilly wind blowing through the window fluttering our sheer curtains. The duvet felt extra soft and I squeezed my eyes hard to soak in the feeling. I relaxed my eyes and rubbed my feet against each other. Intuitively, my hand went between my thighs and I pressed my fingers against my warm clitoris. My spine tingled with a warm shiver.
I opened my eyes and your back came into the vision. You sat in your chair, one knee propped up under your chin and the other leg resting on the chair's footrest. Your fingers typing away on your laptop and occasionally stopping to some internal rhythm to think before typing down again. At once you straightened your back and took a deep breath, cranking your neck to the side you allowed one of your hands to take the warmth provided by your neck and then proceeded to rub the back of your ear. I saw you leaning into your own touch for good four seconds before you started typing again.
I got up and took my lazy feet toward you. The moment my lazy eyes met your somber ones, you eased your knee down and I sat on your lap. Your right thigh took most of my weight as I sat facing your laptop. With one hand, I held both of your hands and pressed ctrl+s with the other.
You groaned and pressed your nose against my shoulder bone inhaling my scent. I let go of your hands and inched my back closer to you. Your hands swiftly went inside my t-shirt, hugging me tight from behind.
"Warm," you moaned as you nuzzled deeper into my back.
I cracked a smile.
"Good morning, What exactly are you writing?"
"Um?" You responded as if you had just gotten out of a trance. "Ah. "Yet another erotica,"
"About?"
You were slithering your way through my t-shirt at this point.
"You are so warm. I am falling asleep," You mumbled. Your words reverberated across my skin.
"Does it involve two women?" Or is it between a man and a woman?" I instigated.
"Um...It revolves around two women and..."
"You are writing a threesome?" My surprise was evident and I was high on alert.
"Um-hm,"
I arched my back as I felt a kiss. I lean forward and your head popped out of my t-shirt.
"Are you not the jealous type anymore?"
"I think so," said the author. Your dreamy eyes met mine. With that revelation, I felt a pang of jealousy.
The most intriguing aspect of you has always been your habit of choosing humans as your muse and discarding them from your life as one would do with worn clothes after rigorous use.
A trait that had me drawn towards you and at the same time kept me from going too close to your mind.
I couldn't help but wonder who your current muse was.
Your eyes then went back to the screen and you started typing with your left hand with your right hand still wrapped around my waist.
"Would you mind if I play with you while writing?" You asked kissing my shoulder.
I nodded slowly still wondering.
Your left hand typed away as if you were subconsciously channeling those divine words while your right hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts.
"Baby, you are so wet. Are you ovulating or you woke up wet?" Your words rang into my ear with authority.
"Could be both," I replied.
"It could be. Your body is warm, your tummy is slightly bloated, and your vagina is wet," I felt you kiss my back as your fingers moved through my pubic hair.
"Perhaps I'm in heat," I joked, smiling.
"My my, your hair feels damp too," You said cupping my pussy in your palm. "Warm, moist..."
You made me turn my face away from the keyboard for a while. A kiss was responsibly planted on my lips. Your tongue brushed against mine, grazing over my upper lip while your finger began to draw small circles on my clit.
I shuddered and had to hold onto your hand.
"...sensitive," A sigh escaped from your lips. "I am scared to intrude into your flesh. I am afraid it'll engulf me right away,"
"Oh, it will," I said and kissed you on the mouth.
It happened just as I said. Her finger went swiftly into me.
