"I prefer something to have a soul rather than just be a means of demonstrating how clever technology is," Fran told Jamie.

Fran owned the convenience store that Jamie visited regularly, and whenever Jamie dropped by, they chatted easily. She knew Jamie enjoyed writing as a hobby and hoped he would appreciate her support for traditional forms of creativity.

"I'm happy for technology to help me with proofreading and to avoid overusing certain phrases, but the ideas will always be mine. I can also bring everything to life if anyone ever asked me to, which gives me the edge over a machine, doesn't it?" Jamie said with a smile.

Fran laughed at Jamie's remark. A few days earlier, she'd learnt that he wrote erotic short stories, and the following morning he'd given her one to read. This was their first conversation since then.

"I had to spend the next eight hours battling the thoughts you put into my head until I could go upstairs to the flat to deal with them. You're a naughtily nice man, and I think you should come and see me at eight this evening as your forfeit for causing the problem," Fran said excitedly.

As soon as she'd sent Jamie on his way, Fran prepared a sign advising customers that she would be closing two hours earlier than usual. However, the words 'due to unforeseen circumstances' weren't in her neatest handwriting, as a fit of giggles had overcome her.

Though Jamie hadn't mentioned the possibility, when he returned to see Fran that evening, he brought a selection of other stories he'd written. He'd intended to raise the topic, but found Fran had other plans.

"Bedroom, now!" Fran shouted as a greeting when Jamie walked into the shop. After that, she locked the doors, lowered the security blinds, set the alarm, and escorted her visitor upstairs to her flat.

When Jamie advised her of her story options, Fran giggled.

"I think my head's too full of the last tale to concentrate on a new one right now. I know I'm probably not supposed to cherry-pick the best bits from what I read earlier, but I'd like to, if that's OK," she replied.

Jamie reassured Fran that she could do whatever she wanted whenever she liked, adding that he knew he had his faults, but being precious about his writing wasn't one of them.

"Recreating the scene where your heroine has her downstairs eaten might well finish me off. I've thought about little else for hours, but I can always decide later whether I want a slice of chapter two as well," Fran laughed.

Once naked, Jamie's lips and tongue set to work as Fran laughed loudly on the bed. The pictures that had filled Fran's head earlier had awakened dormant feelings, and the movements Jamie had begun to make through Fran's wet mess of excitement intensified her pleasure to another level.

"You're making a strong case for reality. I'll give you that," Fran said breathlessly, confident that Jamie would be happy to entertain her for as long as she wished.

Fran savoured every movement of Jamie's efforts. The kisses he began to plant on her thumping clit drew a joyful response, and Fran's need for greater intensity was met without her having to ask.

"Good boy," Fran giggled as waves of aroused anticipation surged through her.

Fran's excitement and need ensured she sped noisily towards climax. When she could no longer postpone it, her body was shaken by her release, which she greeted with uncontrollable laughter and joyful shouting.

Though Fran had anticipated a strong response from her body, the intensity of her unleashed arousal was a welcome surprise. Jamie's willingness to feast on her clit and the tides of her arousal played their part, but her primary inspiration was the chance to lay the ghosts of past disappointments to rest.

Fran enjoyed every phase of her climax equally, yet she was distracted by a single idea. It felt like a gamble to turn another part of Jamie's story into reality, but she wanted to do it anyway.

"When I read about your heroine asking to be flipped over and to feel your hero release his demons, I dwelt on the idea for hours. I wondered whether you were revisiting old favourites in your story or simply eager to turn a fantasy into reality. I don't need to know, but after liberating me, not offering you the same opportunity, if I'm right, would seem very unkind," Fran explained with a grin.

Once Fran had finished speaking, she rolled onto her side, her back to Jamie. She knew that if she was right, further words were unnecessary, and the sensation of Jamie's cock throbbing as he rubbed it against her buttocks confirmed her suspicions beyond doubt.

"I'll just keep myself busy stoking my fire if you'd like to get started," Fran laughed.

Jamie's cock slid between Fran's buttocks, drawing a dreamy sigh of contentment. His movements gathered momentum, and Fran's self-help intensified the excitement she felt as he rocked back and forth.

Fran's body soon began to twitch, and so did Jamie's as they raced towards climax. It wasn't a masterpiece of technique or endurance, but all Fran needed was to feel Jamie explode inside her. When he did, she shouted her approval, and her body surrendered to an intense, joyful release.

Fran and Jamie enjoyed a beautiful, shared experience, which was followed by a gradual descent from their erotic highs until the real world intervened.

"I'll need to be up at five for the newspaper drop-off, so I'd better send you on your way for now," Fran advised Jamie with a smile.

Jamie had expected this, though he reminded Fran that he'd see her a couple of hours after she'd accepted her delivery, as usual.

"I'll look forward to that," Fran said as Jamie left. She meant it.