Damn blank page. This is supposed to be a story. About something romantic, Christ, even something gory.Or if not romantic Then about cock, about pussy. Please, God, I just need words! What the fuck rhymes with pussy?One page a day. I’m not asking for gloryBut I’m failing myself If I can’t work on a story.Does a poem count?

Tracy could not believe how good it felt to feel Eric’s breath on her cheek, the rasp of his skin against her face, the smell of his masculinity enveloping her as he dipped his head and nuzzled her neck. She ran her hands up his bare, muscular arms as he held himself over her. The sense of the strength and power she felt coursing under the tan skin gave her a tingle deep inside. She had wished for this moment for months a...