Visiting the Muse

"Hi Honey, I'm home!"

I smiled at her aMused giggle.  Even though I couldn't see my Muse, her 
musical voice let me know that she was there, and that she still liked 
me.  Both facts brought the smile to my face.  I closed the dark, 
hardwood door and looked around.  To my surprise, the place wasn't 
dusty.  There were no cobwebs in the corners.  My desk was messy, of 
course, the way I left it.  But the small, cozy sitting room looked as 
if I had been gone for only a few hours, rather than several months.  I 
put my coat on a hook by the door.

"Um ... Show yourself, I command thee!"

She blossomed into view.  Large and lovely, big and beautiful.  Her 
long, honey blonde hair caught the diffuse light that came through the 
translucent white curtains covering the windows on either side of the 
door.  She wore a dress, the same white and the same material as the 
curtains, and I wondered for a second if she made them both from the 
same bit of cloth.  She was barefoot, of course, and her toes just 
barely grazed the floor.  Her wings, dove-white and each longer than she 
was tall, fluttered with an easy grace.

But it was her wry smile and sparkling blue eyes that made me catch my 
breath.  A Muse is truly a thing of beauty, and with this one I was 
deeply in love.

"What is thy bidding, O Master?"

She landed scant inches from me, and I could smell her perfume, like 
wildflowers and sunshine.  She reached out and took my hands in hers.  I 
wanted to take her in my arms, part her diaphanous white gown and plunge 
my member into her most special of places, but I felt suddenly shy.  

I opened my eyes to find her still staring at me, still holding my 
hands, still as very patient as ever.  I wondered how long I'd zoned 
out, then realized it didn't matter.  She would stay here, waiting for 
me, however long it took.  She'd never grow impatient, never stop loving 
me.

"Welcome back, O great and powerful Master."

I blushed at her wry smile and teasing tone of voice.  Gently she pulled 
me forward, and I followed willingly.  She led me to my desk, helped me 
into my seat.  The old springs creaked under my weight, as I settled 
comfortably into the green leather.  My typewriter, an old manual one, 
looking as heavy as an anvil, sat atop the sturdy oak desk.  the Muse 
settled gracefully on my desk.  She put a sheet of typing paper into the 
machine, aligned the edges and snapped it in place.  Then she looked at 
me, expectantly.

"I am ready, my Master, whenever you are."

'Here it comes,' I thought.  'The Mighty Casey is at bat.'  I sat there, 
frozen, intimidated.  I had so much to say.  I had nothing to say.  I 
looked from typewriter to Muse, disappointed and irritated with myself.

"I'm sorry - I can't do this."

She slid off the desk, unfurling her huge, snow-white wings.  Her eyes 
held neither irritation nor disappointment.  Taking my hands in her own, 
she helped me stand.  Then she knelt in front of me, looking up into my 
eyes.

"I am thy servant, O Master, thine to command."

Looking down into her eyes, so full of love, and seeing down her blouse, 
so filled by her breasts, I felt my loins stir.  She blew me a kiss, and 
I realized that she was _my_ Muse, that she would do whatever I wanted.

"I want ..."  I considered.  What did I want from this?  "Muse, I want 
sexual pleasure."

"Thy wish is my command, my Master."

She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.  She reached 
up, hooked her fingers under the waistband of my underwear, and drew 
them down from my growing and stiffening member.  Then she grasped the 
base of my member with one soft hand.  Very gently, she began stroking 
it with the other.  She teased the head and brushed the shaft with 
feather-light fingertips.  She squeezed just a little tighter with the 
hand grasping me, and was just a little more firm with the hand stroking 
me.  I shuddered with the pleasure of her touch.

And as she pumped my erection, she wrapped her large, feathery wings 
around my naked legs and rear, covering me, making her ministration feel 
so intimate.

"Does my master want more?"

In answer, I stroked her honey tresses and pulled her to me, grazing her 
pink, pouting lips with my erection.  My Muse responded to my insistent 
touch by sucking the head of quivering my member into her warm, wet 
mouth.  She teased me with her tongue, and sucked the full length of me 
member into her, and held me like that for a second.  Then she let me 
slip out of her mouth and, gazing up into my eyes, she licked me from 
scrotum to head once, twice, three times.  Then she again slipped the 
head of my member into her mouth.

"Oh - that's so wonderful!  More, Muse!"

My Muse wrapped her huge dove wings around me more tightly as she 
increased her efforts.  Still holding tightly to the base of my member, 
she sucked the head of my erection more insistently.  While she sucked 
me she began once again stroking my engorged shaft, still wet from her 
licking.

I was in ecstasy as she knelt before me, licking and sucking, stroking 
and pumping my erection.  My knees trembled and my whole body tensed.  
Sensing I was close to coming, my Muse sucked hard on my member, stroked 
it furiously.  She squeezed my body tightly with her soft, downy wings.

"Oh my Muse!  I'm - I'm coming!"

She relaxed her hand on the base of my member, and I came explosively.  
My whole body shook and convulsed with the force of my orgasm.  What 
felt like months of pent-up tension rushed from me in a few heartbeats 
of incoherent pleasure.  My Muse knelt submissively before me, letting 
my come fill her mouth, sucking my come down her throat.  She pumped my 
shaft in time to my bucking, pulsing orgasm.  Then she let go of my 
member, keeping me suckled in her mouth as she wrapped both arms around 
my legs, holding me as I finished coming.

"You did it, my Master!  I'm so proud of you!"

At first I was confused.  What did I do?  Then, as my Muse pulled up my 
underpants and pants, fastening my pants and buckling my belt, I noticed 
something.  The page of paper in the old manual typewriter was filled, 
top to bottom.  

"Wow!  I did do it!"

I took the page out and looked it over, my Muse standing next to me, 
reading with me.  It was a complete tale, and rather hot.  Hot enough 
for the enjoyment readers everywhere.  But what to call it? I looked a 
question at my companion.

"How about 'Visiting the Muse?'"