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Subject: {ASSM} Masseuse (MF rom slow 'Man and his Muse') Stasya T. Canine
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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MF rom slow
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Masseuse
Another random chapter in the 'Man and His Muse' series
Stasya T. Canine
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"...And they lived happily ever after... Until I decide to write
another chapter." The comment was quietly spoken as I finished
the latest chapter. Mahika heard it anyway. Sometimes living
with a Muse can be annoying.
"Cynic. What brought that on on?" Mahika started massaging the
tenseness out of my neck and shoulders. She glanced at the
screen, where the final paragraphs were still displayed. "Oh.
Rabelaisia. *Now* I understand."
The silence lengthened as I moved my head and shoulders to help
her work her magic. "You make a good masseuse. But then you
would, wouldn't you? You have a great ass."
Her hands stopped.
I waited.
She groaned, her hands shifted so her fingers wrapped around my
neck... "I should strangle you for that one."
"Instead?"
"Porch. Now." Hair flowed over my forehead and temporarily
blinded me. Her tongue flicked into my right ear. "*That* story
is done. Time to write the next chapter in *ours*."
"So you *are* going to strangle me. I feel constrained... HEY!
OOF!" She'd reached down and casually flipped me over backwards
so that my chest landed on her shoulder. She so seldom did
anything to indicate she was a Muse, that her sudden action took
me by surprise. Rather than fight things, I waited as she
walked through the house. Once on the porch she gently unloaded
me onto the bed.
"Roll over so I can finish what I started."
"Yes, dear." I could have given Casper Milquetoast lessons.
Mahika slapped my butt lightly before she straddled me. "Forget
it. I know better."
We laughed together.
As my body enjoyed the massage, my mind drifted. "Romance. I
love you, Mahika."
"Excuse me? Where did that one come from." She chuckled softly.
"Not complaining, just wondering if we're still on the same
planet. By the way, I love you, too."
"Ummm... Nice... So we love each other. Let's play a game we
haven't played for years. It's called: 'I love you because'.
I'll start."
"Mahika, I love you because you're you. I find living with you
fun, frustrating, inspiring, intimidating, erotic, exasperating
and exhilarating. Above all, with you around, every day is a
day filled with romance."
Her hands left my back. "Turn."
Some things are more important than worrying about verbal
communication. One thing I'd learned over the years was that one
of Mahika's massages was not to be missed--or interrupted once
she'd started. I turned.
"Stasya, I love you because you have a forked tongue. The only
thing I can reliably predict is that I'll never be able to always
anticipate what you'll say or write. On the other hand, some
things about you *are* predictable. Reach down here and hold
this while I get comfortable."
She straddled me and settled herself on my penis. "No matter
what you think, even if nobody else needs Rabelaisia, *I* need
it. " She bent down and kissed me. "I think you need it, too."
"See what I mean about exasperating? Lady, you've picked up one
of my nasty habits. When we first teamed up, you didn'tramble."
"Self defense. It's the only way I can keep you on track."
I bounced my hips a few times to distract her. "This thing
doesn't stay stiff without input."
I felt her constrict herself. "Don't worry. that 'thing' isn't
going anywhere unless I give it permission. Clear?"
"Yup. So tell me something. You're a Muse, I assume time really
doesn't mean anything to you, you must have a life elsewhere."
She nodded and let me know I should keep talking. "Very early in
our relationship you made it clear that as a Muse, you need
something you can only get from being 'linked' with a writer.
I've noticed that when I'm 'on' and writing, you get more
pleasure out of that--than you get from our sex."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yet, even though
we both know the sexual part isn't *essential* to our
relationship..." I made a few more movements with my hips. "You
go out of your way to make sure it's there."
She opened her mouth and then closed it. It was her turn to
take a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Much to my
surprise, she responded obliquely. "Is there a difference
between 'taking something for granted' and 'essential'? Not to
deflate that ego, but, as you have to have figured out, I'm not
monogamous, nor am I 'mortal-centric' when it comes to sex." She
paused meaningfully.
"Never meant to imply you were. My sexual skills have *never*
been something I've used to inflate my ego."
She laughed. "Nor should you. Actually, the main reason is
simpler. Non-mortals are as subject to the non-rational as
mortals. Plus, just as mortals who find themselves in love do,
we seek to establish and maintain 'balance'. Most of the time
that balance seeking is unconscious. Sometimes one or both
partners consciously seek to to balance the relationship they are
in. For me, with you, it's a mix."
I grinned. "'Mixed.' Is there any other way?"
Lip quirked slightly upward at the corners. "Plenty if you
happen to be a god of some sort. Others can move the fulcrum off
center." She gazed at me calmly. "Happily ever after?"
I lost myself in her eyes for a few minutes and then looked away.
"Yeah. Maybe it started as a way to relax. Now? Still is.
Maybe I'm trying to show people that it's all a point of view
thing. I get tired of the blacker stuff. Sure, life has its
down side but that doesn't mean that you can't accept the
negative stuff and make it positive."
I thought about things and reached up to lightly stroke her
nipples. "Then too, I do have another reason. All kvetching
aside, I do hope I manage to write things that someone,
somewhere, finds entertaining, enjoyable or--terrible
thought--educational. Now, bend down here so I can kiss you."
Golden eyes glittered with reflected light. "Your command is my
wish, oh Master."
I choked on that one then reached up to move her hair out of our
way. Our lips met, then our tongues. Words became *extremely*
superfluous. I started to pump my hips... Well, almost
superfluous. "Release me, woman."
"Oh." She giggled. "Didn't I tell you?" She started massaging
my penis. "Tonight, you get the deluxe massage."
"Fine. Just for that, you're going to have to put up with being
cuddled." I wrapped my arms around her and gently applied
pressure before letting my hands work their way up and down her
spine. She moaned, her vagina stopped its steady motions and I
didn't bother trying to stop my chuckle. "Mahika, my love, when
are you ever going to remember that I know your one weakness, the
one thing guaranteed to distract you into 'mortal' selfishness?"
Her lips worked their way across my face and around to my ear.
"As soon as you don't have to be seduced into massaging my
spine."
I felt her loosen so I braced and began a slow in and out
pumping. Once she matched my movements I gently pushed her head
away so I could lose myself in her eyes. "Soul catcher."
Just before she lowered her head, she whispered: "You never had
a chance."
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Stasya T. Canine
May 24, 2002
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