Casting aside the typewriter, I curse my writer's block. Give up, write another story. Love scenes are too difficult. I lay back in flowers and close my eyes against the bright sunlight. "I need a Muse." A shadow blocks the rays. My eyes snap open. A beautiful woman stands over me stripping off her dress. I'm transfixed by her white breasts, rosy nipples, and soft curls between her legs.
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