Last night, all night, I was writing. I should have been sleeping but I wrote straight through. The muse was with me and the words flowed seamlessly from my imagination, through my fingers, and on to the screen. I managed quite a volume of words with little work, just a joy at the process of creation.

It's not usually like that for me, usually writing takes some effort, it doesn't flow from my mind to the page very well and I sometimes struggle to get my thoughts across.

Last spring the muse was with me a good deal of the time. That's when I wrote Dystopian Longings, and the two additional books that currently sit on my hard drive. After that brief time real life again intruded and the muse left me for a while. Last night she came back with a vengeance.

As everyone knows, I write erotica. Stories specifically intended to get my readers hot, to give my readers a little something to think about as they cum. (Assuming of course that they are allowed to cum!) If the comments on the blog here are to be believed, I often manage to succeed. Lots of boys, and perhaps some girls go to sleep touching themselves with my words in their heads. Excellent!

I'm less sure if that is the case with the stories in Dystopian Longings. The book has been selling great (THANK YOU!) but it hasn't received many reviews, so I don't know how many people are finding it a hot and sweaty read.

I do though know how I felt writing it, and let me tell you, putting those words to paper was hot indeed. That's how it is when the muse is with me. Last night was the same experience. Last night I typed. I'm not quite sure how long, perhaps eight or ten hours. It didn't feel like typing though, and it certainly didn't feel like work.

It felt like eight or ten hours of the most exquisite foreplay. My own body reacted to my words in a powerful and most delightful way. That is what the muse does to me when she is with me. I finished writing this morning, every nerve on edge, and the slightest brush of my fingers capable of bringing me the release of all that erotic tension.

Last nights stories are sex to me, wonderful lustful sex. Eventually they will be edited and I'll get them out for everyone to enjoy in book form. I just hope that my muse travels with them, to stroke my readers just as perfectly as she sometimes strokes the writer.