Mysterious Woes

Work of Fiction

I stared at my blank screen. It was mocking me, challenging me to write when it knew I had nothing. Curse this wretched thing. In motions so fast I barely recognised it, I shut my laptop. Nothing. No ideas or fragments of dreams came to me. Writers block truly is the biggest pain of my existence.

Where to start, oh where to start. My mind started pulling up all the files it had on previous books I wrote, none of them contained even a splinter of an idea. Yet another blank. This time the blank came form within my subconscious. 'Don't think, just write.' my editors voice came booming into my brain. Well easier said than done. My intellect mulled over the different genres I could ponder in. 'Fiction, non-fiction, romance, drama, erotica...' The prospect of writing erotica pleased me. It made me feel a deep hunger in the innermost parts of my anatomy. 'Fiction it is the' I chided myself.

Furiously I started typing away. Words flew from my fingertips. After what felt like hours I final read the piece that lay before me. Work of Fiction so amazingly written, even I was astounded by my work. Well... "fiction."

***

She stood in front of her canvas, dominating the room, sending off signs of pure untouched power. Her strokes were deliberate, her hands making each caress with a story behind it. I gazed in amazement as her face changed in delight. She was painting a masterpiece. Of what, I had yet to find out.

"Are you going to watch me the whole day long, Angelica?" she murmured, winder hinting at her voice. "Only if you long for my presence when I am gone as much as I long to touch your skin." I murmured back. She had no answer to my statement. When she looked up at me, I saw last in the wake of her eyes. Uncoated, undeniable last. Knowing my eyes reflected very much the same as hers, I only looked away, ashamed by my primal urges.

"You may stay, but on one condition." her voice held pleasure in its every rise and fall of pitch. I am game.

"What is this condition?" I raised my eyebrow in question. "I want to teach you how to paint, but not by you painting, but by me telling you how as I go." the thought gave me butterflies in my stomach and made me feel as if wild fire ran through my veins. "I would like that." I whispered to her.

So she began and instantaneously I was ensnared by her voice. "Forts you need to know what you are painting, know inside your mind what you want to achieve with this painting and how you are going to bring it to life." with each word she spoke, her hand flew over the canvas in front of her.

"Secondly, you need to feel your way over the canvas, let the milky white skin guide you to what you want your painting to be. For instance, I am caressing the face of my masterpiece, delicately showing the way for the paint to go, to flood my canvas in white to emphasise how flawless this woman is." she carefully made a long stroke in a circular motion for me to see and understand. What came next astonished me even more.

"Gently stroke the inside of her already drawn thighs with just the tip of your brush, giving off faint elution of white, making way for the real gush of paint to come later on." my hands started trembling and I understood what was going on. She was making me list her even more. Bellezza stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me with the intensity of a super nova about to explode. "Let the canvas speak to you, let it guide you to what it wants you to do, yet tease it with other colours, colours you haven't ever used on it before. Toy with its imagination. The sky is the limit." she took a breath and I couldn't help but to speak.

"And what is the canvas telling you now?" my voice is barely audible. "Stroke me again..." she whispered and in a blur she turned her easel around and there on the canvas I lay, naked. My eyes flesh open. Bellezza now stood square in front of me, her mouth agape and I couldn't help myself any longer. I kissed her with all that was in me. Pulling her closer to me, seeking entrance for my tongue and finally getting it. She moaned into my mouth, spurring me on beyond measure.

Sneakily, I snaked my hands beneath her fine butt and pushed her onto me. A now very hot Bellezza scrambled to undo my bra underneath my shirt, but I stopped her. "Wait... Follow me." I whispered next to her lips. My back started to arch, letting her know she must wrap her legs around me, which she gladly did.

Our tongues fought for dominance, in perfect rhythm to one another. Soon after, our bodies followed suit. Grinding into each other, Bellezza clawing at my back and I, teasing the inside of her thighs. Her eagerness was already evident from the heat and moist coming from the crotch of her pants.

Slowly and almost painstakingly long, I undid her button and zipper, earning me a back arch from her. Bellezza broke the kiss for a moment and in that moment she looked at me, love and affection coating her eyes.

Trailing my hands down her sides, I took hold of the hem of her shirt and yanked it off. She ultimately broke her gaze with me then and I saw why. A light breeze played through the open windows of her loft, causing her n*****s to harden. No bra in sigh. What a delicious treat this is.

Taking one n****e in my mouth and the other in between my fingers, I started sucking and swaying as her moans took a spike. I kissed her tender breast and every now and again, I would pull away and blow on the sleek coated peak, making it extra hard. The other breast got the same treatment after a while. A gasp escaped her lips and I couldn't help but feel empowered. I wanted to hear that gasp again.

In one swift motion, I stood up, Bellezza still wrapped around me waist. Adrenaline and pure hot last encrusted my brain. All I could see was this magnificent woman in front of me, intoxicating me, driving me to the point of insanity. And I loved it.

I pressed her up against the nearest wall with a force I had no idea that I possessed. The wall rippled slightly and in the process made Bellezza's old and bit busted up CD player come to life. E.T. From Katy Perry played...

Leaving her against the wall, I stood back a bit and smirked in satisfaction. What a prize. Suddenly, without thinking, I ripped off her jeans, leaving Belle in only her boy's underwear. Wetness was unmistakable at the front, making me smirk even more.

I sank to my knees right in front of her, inhaling her superb scented arousal and then presumes to trail her underwear from her hips and down her legs till they fell to the floor around her ankles.

Slyly, I looked up at her, smirk still on my lips. "You may know how to stroke, but I know how to play." with those words said, I pushed my tongue in between her dripping lips, lapping up every inch of excitement she had to offer me.

Brining her ever so close to coming, I pulled away. Her lips let go of a groan of frustration. Patience my baby, patience.

Leaning back a bit, I grasped her hands with mine and pulled her down on top of me. At last I let her get rid of my shirt and bra and she flung them to the other side of the room. "My turn." she mused and I couldn't help but feel my own provocation amid my legs. Quickly she began her onslaught on my breasts, hardening them, toying with them, rolling my pebble till I couldn't take the teasing anymore.

Effortlessly, I bucked her off of me and lay her down a few inches from my frame. Heat radiated off of her body and I felt glee when I started playing with her soft private flesh again. Her c**t was drenched by her own arousal. With pleasure I started making circles, flicking, running and enticing her damp flesh.

Building her pleasure with each flick or rub of my finger. She urged me on by following me with every rhythm I had and by moaning my name. Heaven never felt as good as it did at this moment. Gently I leaned over and started trailing kisses down her neck and breasts, leaving a wet trail as I went. Just under her left breast, I left my mark, s round blue and purple hickey for only me to see. I came closer to her lips, looking her dead in the eyes. "I love you Bellezza." I whispered to her. "I love you too, Angelica."

I crashed my lips to her, our tongues meeting once more in a fever filled dance for dominance. Slowly I broke loose for a moment, eyeing her,cocky, just as the tips of our lips touched, I entered her. Her body went rigid and then Belle's back arched into me. I found her g-spot in no time and started putting it to good use. Love never felt so good. My rhythm picked up and so did my girl's breathing. She was near. Oh so near.

Then all too soon, sweet pleasure surrounded my dear sweet Bellezza. The orgasm ripped through her body. I brought her closer to me. Encasing her innocent form in my arm. Reaching out to my left, I grabbed one of her tarps that she had thrown over a canvas and covered us. Good thing she washed them regularly. Reaching up, I took one of her lost throw pillows and placed it under my head.

"I love you so much my sweet Angelica." she whispered again and turned onto her side, facing me. I kissed her forehead and answered. "I love you more."

She fell asleep on my chest, encased by my arms.

***

The door to my apartment opened abruptly, jerking me from my reading of the "work of Fiction" I had just written. "Honey, I am home!" I heard my darling wife yell at me. Every night it was the same. She comes home, finds me in front of the computer working, tells me we should eat and end up 'eating out' instead. Amazing. This was the perfect life. "In here my love!" I yelled from the study.

Soon she peeked into the study, seeing where I am at. "I see you finally broke your writers block. I am so glad for you my life." she came closer, kissing me. "Welcome home my sweet, how was work?" I ask, looking away from my screen. "Oh you know, the usual, the students can get a bit melodramatic over the other students work and some lack creativity, etc. Etc." she sighed and kissed me again.

"And you my love? Any luck?" she asks leaning in to get a good look at my screen. "Tons." I whispered back at her. Her beautiful face went slack when she read the second page. "Oh my... Oh my indeed." carefully, she stood up again, looking me right in the eyes. "I think it is time you repay me Bellezza, don't you?" I ask her timidly.

My smirk grew ever wider and her eyes shown with lust. We left those words in the study and headed up to our wonderful loft, hand in hand.

All I could think at that moment was how it truly felt as if this woman was a work of Fiction.