"You were right," I say to Sir.

"I always am," he replies, grinning. "What about?"

"That writing erotica every day for hours is just like watching porn; at some point, you just become numb and need to distance yourself to be able to feel aroused and write again."

"And me not fucking you every five minutes also helps. If I give it to you whenever you want, you are too satiated to be creative."

"So you are edging me to help me write?" I ask with skepticism in my tone.

"Don't I always do what's best for you?"

He does.