Saturday, July 31, 2004

Britney De Porn Spear Sex story

Blurb: My first completed tale, and the one which started it
all. It describes how I met Mark, my muse.

mf, ff

2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this.

Spirit Quest
By Mark Reed

I subscribe to a yahoo group as part of the things I like to
do in my voluminous spare time. It centers around one
particular author, but there are a few different ones on it
who write shorter pieces. After spending a morning reading
some stuff from one of the authors, I began tossing the old
idea around my head once again.

Occasionally I get some nice ideas for stories, but I can
never carry through with them. All my attempts have died
after a page or so, which is why I usually end up
collaborating with a friend of mine or just sending feedback
to the people who actually have the wherewithal to send
their labors of love out to the world. Up that point I had
resigned myself to not being a writer.

This morning I decided a new direction was needed. Maybe
it's not just me, I thought. A halfhearted idea crept
through my mind and I quickly grabbed onto it and started
constructing a plan. I decided that come hell or high water,
I would get in touch with my muse. It was time for a spirit
quest.

----

I've never actually done a spirit quest before, but since
it's something you do alone I figured I could do just about
anything without causing myself any embarrent. I got
home that night from a busy day and eagerly retreated into
my room. I set some Enigma to play softly and got out a
small tea candle I had, and did a few other various
preparations that seemed appropriate. I at myself down
indian style in a corner of my room, closed my eyes, and
began to relax my muscles. A few years prior I had stumbled
into a group of friends who practiced self-hypnosis, and I
used what I had picked up from them to guide myself into
trance. The world faded away slowly as I felt myself begin
to drift deeper within myself.

A small eternity flashed by in the blink of an eye, as time
so often does when you're under, and I opened my eyes to see
the same old room I'd been living in for the last year.
"Well, that was a miserable failure," I mumbled to myself
sourly. I got up and stretched to calm the complaining
muscles in my back, and sat down next to my computer to read
for the rest of the night.

The computer screen was a blank uniform white. At first I
thought I had left a WordPad document up or something, but
the edges of the screen were the same white color. I tried
moving my mouse to get the screen to change, but nothing
happened. I pressed my hand against the keyboard, jamming
random keys down to get the computer out of hibernation, but
nothing happened. I groaned to myself and wondered what
could possibly be wrong now. "Wake up," I said grumpily.

"Dude, you need to chill," a voice said from behind me. I
looked around in startled surprise, but nobody was there.
"Hello?" I said a little shakily, wondering if I had
imagined it. "Yah, hi man!" the voice chimed back. This time
I was paying attention, and realized the voice was coming
from the speaker on my lamp stand a little behind me. My
eyes opened a little wider as revelation slowly dawned on
me, and I turned to look at my computer monitor again. "Who
are you?" I asked.

"Your Muse, dude. C'mon man, don't be so slow on the
uptake." The voice was a light baritone with a California
beach style accent, and was clearly amused. I quickly shoved
the awful pun about muses being amused out of my mind and
stared at the screen. "You can't be my muse. You sound like
a guy," I said in disbelief.

The computer monitor I was staring at began to swirl in
different colors. The white was quickly intermixed with
different shades of blue, yellow, brown, and a variety of
others. Slowly they stopped whirling and created a picture.
It was a near identical copy of a picture I had in one of my
files on the machine. A sandy beach with palm trees that
stretched up to a nearly cloudless sky, dominated by a
bright yellow sun. The only difference between the picture I
had stored away and the one I was now looking at was the
archetypical surfer dude grinning back at me. "I am a
guy," he said easily. "You know that. C'mon man, don't slip
out on me now. You're the one who wanted to meet me."

I just stared at him. This couldn't be right. I must have
slipped off into sleep while I was tranced and this was some
sort of dream my subconscious was using to warn me about
feeling confined to the tradition roles of society or
something. The idea of having a male muse seemed ludicrous.
"I thought I would have a girl for a muse," I said lamely.
The little man on the monitor laughed one of those full
belly laughs you get when you're really enjoying yourself.
"Nope," he said with pure merriment in his eyes. One of his
hands traveled to his groin and he groped himself gently.
"Definitely a guy, man. I haven't received any complaints
yet, anyway."

"This sucks!" I exclaimed softly to myself. "Frank gets
Michelle and I get a surfer?" I was slowly beginning to
realize why my attempts at poetry never seemed to work out.
I had to be at least twice as smart as the person who was
supposed to be sending me my creative ideas.

At that thought, the computerized figure's face darkened.
"Dude, if you don't know how to be polite, I'm outa here,"
he said in an offended tone. "I've got more creativity in my
little finger..."

"Sorry," I said, quickly trying to backpedal. "This is just
new for me. I was expecting something else. I was hoping for
something more... erotic."

A knowing grin spread across his face. "Oh I can be erotic,"
he said smugly. He raised his right hand and in what seemed
to be a practiced gesture, quickly snapped his fingers
twice.

<i>Long, silky black hair framed a perfectly proportioned
face. Her small, slightly upturned nose contemplated her
Japanese heritage incredibly well. I lifted my gaze from her
beaming smile, taking in her equally well-proportioned body
and hanging breasts. She was crawling on top of me now,
aligning her center with my own. Her hips gave a small
wiggle for my benefit when she saw where my attention lay.
The deep blue skirt she was wearing tickled my skin from her
movements. I glanced back to her face to see an incredible
set of eyes. Their blue matched perfectly with her short
silken skirt. She moved her hips down suddenly and I lost
all sense of vision. My attention focused once again on the
incredible sensations I was receiving. I felt a warmth and
moisture unlike anything I had ever known before. All too
soon the familiar sensations announced I was approaching my
peak. My head slammed back down into the pillow and my back
arched slightly, lifting my body. I moaned loudly and gave
in to the pulsing waves of pleasure. I heard her moans
echoing my own, letting me know she had released as well. I
opened my eyes dazedly and stared at the deep blue orbs
gazing back at me. </i>

"Well, what do you think?" I found myself sitting on the
little couch in my room facing the computer screen. The
knowing grin had only widened across my muse's face. "Nice,"
I said distractedly. "Um, can you send me back there,
please?" Laughter was his only response. I collected what
remained of my wits while he settled down again.

"So let me get this straight," I said while trying to keep
the excitement out of my voice. "You can snap your fingers
and take me into any fantasy scene I want?"

"Nah," he said in his relaxed manner. "The finger this is
just for show, dude. I don't even need to move."

"Show me again," I said eagerly. The ideas were finally
beginning to trickle into my half melted brain. His grin
shifted to a pleased smile, and he nodded.

<i>Her hand squeezed gently on my breasts and I moaned
softly. Our kiss continued to grow in heat and passion. I
ran my fingers through the curls of her pubic hair before
sending them a little lower to explore her folds. Her moan
echoed mine and she pressed herself into me. My nipples dug
gently into her hands, stimulating me even more. I used my
fingers to open her lips further until I found her clit. She
pinched me breasts in response. Finally she broke our kiss
and her eyes bored lustily into mine. "I'm going to eat you
until you scream," she growled.</i>

It took less time for me to collect myself this time before
I looked at the character on the screen in new interest. "I
think I like having a muse," I told him. "You've always had
a muse, dude. You've just never asked for my help much
before," he replied.

I looked down for a moment while I tried to assimilate
everything that had happened. After I felt I had a better
grasp on things, I looked up at him again. "What's your
name?" I asked softly. His grin returned. "You know what it
is," he said, winking at me. I laughed for the first time in
the whole encounter. Now I understood why picking a net name
had been so easy. "Nice to meet you Mark," I said in my best
Humphry Bogart impression. "Dis is de beginnin' of a
beautiful friendship."

~Fin~

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