Lainey’s fingers dashed across the phone screen. She hit send on her message and began to type out another lengthy response before Dylan could reply. That bastard had spent the better part of her shift at the coffee shop arguing with her over text. The fact that she was now driving home did not stop the argument. It was now in full swing now. Lainey had called him out for flirting with his coworker. She found the text mes...

Casting aside the typewriter, I curse my writer’s block. Give up, write another story. Love scenes are too difficult. I lay back in flowers and close my eyes against the bright sunlight.  “I need a Muse.” A shadow blocks the rays. My eyes snap open. A beautiful woman stands over me stripping off her dress. I’m transfixed by her white breasts, rosy nipples, and soft curls between her legs. She straddles me. Without words a...