ME AND MY MUSE

My muse and I were taking a rest after finishing off a story and were sitting on the porch of my mind. From here you could see almost the whole scope of my world. The playground where I was a child, the high school I went to, and other vista’s that have found a place on the plane of my existence.
“Why do you think everyone is so sweet on Kurt?” I asked my muse as I sipped iced tea. My muse was wearing a tank top, jeans and was drinking a flat cream soda. She claimed carbonation go the in the way of the taste. “Do you think it’s just to be able to crew a demon and make him less scary or something?”
She looked at me and asked, “Do you really think anybody is afraid of Kurt?”
I had to say no.
She turned back to the sunset. It was black yet had a great brightness that shone yellow. “I think it’s mostly because people feel sorry for him. There he is this little demon with no real angst who accepts what he is. So people think he deserves some love. Unlike Rouge who’s all I don’t care and stuff.”
“So how come Rogue is so angsty and Kurt isn’t? Besides the fact that the producers wouldn’t like THAT much angst in one show.” I chuckled.
She laughed and said, “well if you want an actual reason, maybe its because her grew up around people who accepted him and even included him. He worked and played just like everyone else in that circus. A good body is a terrible thing to waste.”
“Speaking of playing,” I said smiling. “Nice interview you did. You were a lot more civilized then I expected.”
My muse shot up in her chair and said, “and just what do you mean by that?”
I laughed t her reaction. “I just expected you to jump Liquidiot’s bones right from the beginning.”
My muse went an angry shade of red. She lifted up the front of her top and flashed her tits, squeezing them together with her arms. “Suck me, okay? Just fucking suck me!” she whisked the top down again and sulked.
I nearly fell of my chair in my hysterics. “Come on! You gotta admit you’re not exactly the most controlled entity in the galaxy.”
She shot straight out of her chair this time and stood over me. “I AM TOO CONTROLED!” she tried to hit me but I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my lap and held her still.
“Now, now, now,” I soothed. “No need to get miffed. But did you read the interview after. You do have a tendency to ramble I bit and loose focus.”
“Hey,” she said defensive. “I come up with 6 ideas a second. Lets see how focused you are! And remember without my ‘unfocused’ ideas, you got nothing!” she hissed, writhing like a snake to get loose.
I leaned over and kissed her neck, her struggling weakened, I whispered in her ear, “and what are you without me?”
She stilled completely partly because of my words but also because my hands had softened and slipped under her shirt.
I continued to whisper in her ear while my hands played over her flesh with great familiarity, going right to her breasts and playing with them the way she likes.
“My dear muse,” I breathed. The air tickled her ears. “You may be the ray of sunlight that brightens my mind but I am the magnifying glass that focuses you. You ideas are great but I give them context and life.”
She had completely relaxed in my arms under my ministrations. Her body still moved but only to rub harder against my hands. One sloped down her body to rest on her denim crotch and massage.
“You may say ‘lets do a story of Jean and Logan in a park’ but I say ‘and they thrusted away for hours.” My hand quickened its pace on her.
As you may or may not know my muse is very sexually receptive and cums very easily. It wasn’t long before she was cumming into her panties and jeans and resting in my arms.
Her hand sneaked its way into my own pants ad found my hard part. Her quick strokes were very expert and knowledgeable of what I liked.
Stroke, stroke, getting close.
“I’m a ray of sunlight huh?” she asked in my ear.
Stroke, stroke.
“Uh huh.”
Stroke, stroke, so close.
“And you need me?”
Stroke, stroke. Almost there.
“Yeah.” Her hand stopped its movements and withdrew.
“Yeah,” she mocked as I sat stunned. “But I’m tired and its night time. Sunlight doesn’t work at night.” With that bit of gibberish she walked down the porch and away.
I watched her for a second and then yelled, “OH COME ON!!!!”
God, how I hate her!
But what would I do without her?