Writing has become very difficult lately. Or to be honest, writing that doesn’t sound like crap (to me) has become difficult.

 

But the muse hasn’t left me entirely and in some ways that makes this current dry spell even more frustrating. I’ll write a few lines or a couple of paragraphs and think ‘holy doodle, I’m on a roll now’, but then it leaves me and everything I write after that sucks.

 

Here’s a couple of paragraphs from a story called Oral Fixation

 

There were several ways Lisa’s dentist, Dr. Schmidt, could have reacted when he returned to his office to retrieve his wife’s forgotten anniversary present Thursday night and discovered, in Examination Room #3, Lisa bound hand and foot to the chair while his hygienist, Sook-li, worked intently on Lisa’s nether region. He could have watched quietly from the doorway then gone home to give his wife the shagging of her life or he could have burst into the room with a raging hard-on and asked to join in the fun or after seeing what was going on he could have left and then the following day in a calm and measured fashion he could have reprimanded (or even fired) Sook-Li and had his receptionist contact Lisa to tell her they no longer wanted her as a patient.

It was some time later before Lisa could think of any of those possibilities. Sook-li had the examination light aimed at Lisa’s crotch and the magnifying mirror was positioned so Lisa had an unobstructed view of her pussy. The hygienist had used two different brushes with the high speed compressor. She’d started on Lisa’s perineum with a stiff brush. She did all around her outer lips, spread her apart and did her inner lips with the same precision as when she’d done Lisa’s teeth an hour before. Then Sook-li switched to a softer brush. She moved it up and down along the sides of her hood, back and forth across the top of it, around and around her clit until it was so engorged Lisa thought it would burst. Then Sook-li put the ultra-sonic brush directly against Lisa’s clit and her brain just melted. It flowed from her pussy like a ribbon of sunshine, off the end of the chair in a sparkling waterfall and was now a puddle in between Sook-li’s sensible shoes. Being tied to the chair, she couldn’t actually see the puddle, but she was quite certain that’s where her brain was.

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2 Comments »

1. 

   For only two paragraphs, that’s astonishingly hot. I would love to read more of it!

   I do know what you mean about writing being difficult at times though. It happens to me, too.

   xx Dee

   Comment by Curvaceous Dee — May 4, 2009 @ 1:07 pm

2. 

   Thanks for the encouragment Dee. I haven’t given up on it, yet

   Comment by sweat shop sissy — May 4, 2009 @ 2:31 pm

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