Standing about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his mind for ideas. He hadn't posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his titillating reunion opus. For the longest time he had had this problem, not being able to concentrate on any one story for longer than a chapter or two. His story had touched (or should I say inspired touching in) thousands of people on the site, far more than he had expected to ever read anything by him. So there he was one late Friday night just staring at the blinking icon before him with one plea burning in him.
"Please! Please! Ideas, come to me! Please! I need some fucking inspiration!"
Little did he know that he was being watched by one of the great muses. Erato, as was her name, was the Greek muse of erotic poetry and as such had inspired many of the authors of Lush. Very rarely did she have the ability to make herself corporeal to actually interact with the creative persons in question because of the weak state of all the Olympians and the rest of their kind. Only the fates seemed to be doing well in these hard times where few believed in them, but that's neither here nor there. Daniel was a believer and had been for some time. So as Erato watched him from her portal in her home on Mount Helicon in far off Greece, she felt a vigor that she hadn't felt for some time.
"Something tells me I ought to pay this young man a visit," she said as she stood to her feet.
She stood there naked, casting her gaze about her room looking for something delectably tantalizing to wear on her visit to inspire this young man. He may not have been terribly sexy in the physical form, but his soul and mind had a form which she could see that was a practical Adonis and she wanted to make this bard's quill stand on end for her. And the fact that he believed meant that she might be able to take it a bit farther. The smile on her face was so large, she couldn't contain it as she materialized selections of wardrobe that she was given by Aphrodite and picked out a single shoulder strap ankle length emerald-green gown and a pair of black low heels. As the outfit melted onto her like water pours into a glass she looked into the portal again with a little smirk.
"Oh, Danny boy! I think you will be some fun!" The erotic muse chuckled to herself before dematerializing herself with the sound of a low moan.
Sitting in a sheet covered desk chair at about 3:30 in the morning, Daniel focused on the page which still lay blank before him. He clutched at the pendent that hung from his neck hoping for another stunning chapter in his series to simply appear on his screen. When it didn't he leant his bare back against the cushioned back of the chair and lay his hands on his towel covered lap, hoping to remember what it was that made him run from the shower to his study to jot down.
"Maybe if I get back into the shower it will come back to me." He said, not sounding very convincing to himself.
Unseen by him, the muse sat on the edge of the desk smiling and eyeing him over. She leaned over and began whispering into Daniel's ear. He lowered his gaze back to the computer screen with a smirk and he began to type away at the story. It wasn't his intended story, but it would be good all the same. With every key stroke, the muse spoke less, but something in him shone more brightly. There was a sparkle in his eye as he leaned forward hammering out scenes of sex so hot that he was sure his computer would melt into a pile of liquid plastic and metal.
Eventually the muse stopped speaking and simply watched as the story came to an end and Daniel slumped back in his chair, sweating and breathing heavily from the excitement. Somewhere along the way the towel had vanished and his member was on proud display.
"Well, I'd say that's the sign of a truly awesome story," he remarked looking down at his rigid rod.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair, his face raised to the sky and thanked who ever it was who sent him these ideas. This was Erato's cue to get slightly more involved. Daniel opened his eyes after a moment or two expecting to be looking at the ceiling again with a slightly silly smile, but what he was greeted with was an image of blond beauty with miraculous eyes gazing back at him from above and behind his chair. Erato smiled seductively at Daniel as she rested her elbow on the back of the chair and her cheek in the palm of her hand.
"You are very welcome," she said and winked.
"HOLY SHIT!" Daniel exclaimed, launching himself from his chair and across the desk with a bit of speed that surprised him. He had entirely forgotten that he was in the buff. "W-who are you? How the fuck did you get in here?!" He demanded.
"Now, now, now! Danny boy, that is no way to talk to a lady. Hasn't anyone ever told you you'll attract more flies with ambrosia?" Erato said and walked slowly around the office chair, wiggling her hips side to side in the skin-tight gown, trailing her finger down the side of the chair as she moved in front of it and gracefully took a seat. "I, dear bard, am the muse of erotic poems, songs, odes, and epics throughout the ages, the muse of passion, lust, and desire. I am the muse Erato and you are quite an interest to me. By no means the best that Lush has to offer, but interesting." She tucked her legs under the chair and pushed out her size C breast forward straining against the dress. "And to simply put, I go where I please or where I'm needed, like here for example. You asked for inspiration and I fit the bill. Once again you're very welcome."
Daniel was unsure if she was crazy or if he was heading that way, so he started to back toward the door. Erato's eyes followed him from the chair as he hastily left the room. Daniel headed for the living room for the phone, but as he turned into the room he saw Erato sitting in his lazy-boy this made him stop in his tracks.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Daniel." She began. "I merely want to inspire you to write such enchanting stories." She waved her hand lazily and a section of the wall next to the recliner morphed into a fireplace and lit itself. "Its a little chilly in here don't you think?"
Daniel just stood there in the doorway, stunned and speechless. For a minute or so the only thing that moved between them was the seven inches of his cock which pulsed and throbbed. The smile on Erato's face grew slightly at his members acknowledgment of her. After a time, he stepped into the room and sat at the far end of the couch, his hand absent-mindedly clutching at the Omega pendent he always wore. There were a number of thoughts running through his mind, and after witnessing the apparent teleportation from a room with only one exit and the morphing of a wall into a lit fireplace. Much of it were along the lines of "Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" or "By the gods! She must be who she says she is, she's so fucking sexy." All of which, Erato could sense and she blushed slightly. Daniel was about to speak, but she spoke first.
"I know how much you're drawn to your little reunion story but you need to take a break from that. What one were you on, number three out of ten? Lets get you pumping out another kind of erotica." She had moved instantly with a slight shimmer of light to the empty seat beside Daniel. "Perhaps a little bisexual action, or some interracial." with a laugh she continued, "I know how much you like Mocha women.