(Apologies for the erratic course of this script – it sort of wrote itself, rather than being planned out from the start. Take it and do with it what you will.)

*Italics*

[stage direction]

<Tone/noise>

Boo!

<giggle> Sorry honey, I couldn’t help myself, you get so focused when you’re writing. You know you stick your lip out when you’re concentrating like that? It’s pretty cute.

Fine, *dignified.* You look very *dignified* sitting there in your dressing gown.

[pause]

Oh, am I distracting you? You know, most men would be ecstatic to be distracted by their girlfriend’s lack of pants. Their girlfriend’s long, bare legs. Their girlfriend’s ass, just barely hidden by your borrowed shirt.

Am I wearing panties? <chuckle> Well I can’t just tell you, that would be cheating. I guess if you turned away from that keyboard and came a bit closer, you could find out...

[dodge]

Too slow! Come on, Tolkien, get your lazy butt out of that chair and –

[movement, a hard thud]

Oooh. I’m glad I got *some* reaction. <sighing/moaning> I love it when you grab me, when you press me up against the wall like this. When you run your hands down my sides –

<cheekily> And the mystery is solved! I was wearing panties the whole time. [pause] No, I just find thongs comfortable. I’d go without a bra if I could get away with it, you know that...

Yeah, it *is* a pretty small thong, I guess.

<trying not to moan> Yeah, I guess you *could* slip your finger straight... into my... pussy...

[he does]

<moaning> You know, I was going to mention... fuck... When you concentrate, when you stick your lip out? It’s so – fuck, a bit deeper – it’s so cute, it makes me want to suck it. To take your lower lip in my mouth and suck on it, and then bite down just hard enough to hurt. I’d... I’d kiss it better, of course. I’d explore your mouth with my tongue, I’d kiss down your cheeks and neck –

[kissing]

<muffled> Hey, I wasn’t offering to give you a demonstration –

[more kissing, and moaning from the fingering]

[finally they break apart]

<breathing fast> That... that’s not fair, mister. You can’t get me all worked up like that and not finish what you were -

Distracting me?

<laughing> Oh, come on, that’s just mean. Look, forget about what you were writing just for a few more minutes. I promise when you’re done I’ll stop distracting you, and I won’t be quite so ‘distracted’ myself.

[Pause] Alright, it’s taking you way too long to make a decision here. What are you writing that’s so interesting, hmm?

<giggle> Oh, honey, you’re blushing. Come on, let me read it.

So defensive. Look, I’m sure it’s just as good as anything else you’ve... ‘I just need to be used. I need my holes filled, my legs stretched, my ass bruised and beaten’ –

Hey, you’re writing porn!

Yes, yes you are. Come on, let me read the next line. Ooh, this girl is a *slut.* She wants to ‘be choked unconscious on your cock’, she wants you to keep fucking her while she lies there covered in her own spit... Wow.

Honey, you’ve been holding out on me.

No, I’m not mad! I’m... Fuck, I don’t know. I mean, you write *porn*. Do other people read this? Do you post this on the internet somewhere? Really, it’s okay – I’m not mad. I’m – well, maybe I *should* be mad. [Pause]. Because, honey, you’ve been writing this on your own.

Remember when we first started going out, when I told you what a pervert I was? I made the rules pretty clear. While I’m your girlfriend, you don’t waste your cum. I get all of it. I get all of *you*. Whenever you’re horny, whenever you need release, I get to give you that release.

And now I find you writing about sex, getting yourself all hot and hard, fantasizing about cunt and cum... all without me.

[pause]

What do you think I want? I want to help you. I want to be your muse.

[pause] <amused> You know, a muse? An artist’s inspiration, the source of his work. Ancient Greek goddesses of poetry and theatre... all beautiful women, of course. You’re the writer, I can’t believe you haven’t offered me the job already.

How can I inspire you? Well, why don’t you sit back down, and let’s find out.

[movement, she comes and embraces him from behind]

Okay, first you need to relax. You’re still blushing – so embarrassed! Here, let me rub your shoulders. Breathe out, forget everything except you, me, and this story. This fantasy. You know you don’t need to hide anything from me. In this fantasy, this girl is a slut - *your* slut. A whore, a fuckdoll, literally begging to be used. Fuck, honey – no, I’m not offended! I told you to relax.

[keyboard noises, continuing]

Just listen to my voice, hear what I have to say, and when you’re ready... finish the story.

I understand where this fantasy girl is coming from, by the way.

It sounds fucked up, to want to be hurt. To want to be choked, to be beaten and bruised, to want dozens of cocks coming in your cunt whether you like it or not. Maybe it is a bit fucked up. But... but it just feels too *good*. Imagine getting that much pleasure from sex. Imagine if each orgasm felt so good you’d do *anything*, suffer *anything*, to please your lover. Imagine sex so good that it made any pain seem worth it, orgasms that make humiliation seem like a blessing.

I’d love to feel pleasure like that.

[keyboard noises]

Oh, you’ve got her crying now. I like that. Remember when I cried, the first time we fucked after you told me you loved me? I burst into tears right as I was coming. You looked like you wanted to stop but I told you to keep going, and then I was cumming and crying and you just kissed me and held me and everything was...

Sorry. That’s not what this story’s about, is it?

In this story, this fantasy, you don’t love this girl. You’re just using her, using her body to sate your urges... and she loves you for it.

Turn your chair around, honey, and open up your dressing gown. I think you need a bit more inspiration.

[clothes coming off, movement]

Okay, see? *Now* I’m not wearing any panties. But just so you’re absolutely satisfied as to my wardrobe status, I’m going to sit on your lap.

[movement]

Your cock’s so hard, honey. No, don’t touch it – just sit back and feel me. Feel my thighs on top of yours. Feel my warm, wet pussy, leaking all over your leg. Feel it when I brush your cock with my finger and tease it against my belly.

No, don’t say anything. I can feel you pulsing. You’re getting hotter, harder.

You’re getting into your characters’ frame of mind.

Turn us around – face the desk again. I’m going to sit up on you a bit – there you go. You can reach around me now, you can keep writing. The slut was crying from pleasure, remember?

[keyboard noises]

There we go. Click-clack go the keys. Keep writing while I start rocking back and forth on your lap. Focus on the story while I grind my hips forward, rubbing my pussy against your rigid, pulsing cock. You’re slowing down, that’s not okay – you’ve got a goddess of poetry on your lap, and you are *not* going to disappoint your muse.

[keyboard noises]

[Pause] You can touch-type, right? Stop leaning around me and just put your face in my tits like you want to. But don’t stop fantasizing. Don’t stop thinking about the story.

She wants to cum so badly, doesn’t she? She’s turned on beyond reason. Pain and humiliation turn her on, and she’s so desperate to cum that she’s begging for more pain, more humiliation. She’s barely even a person anymore, just wet, willing need.

Are you understanding your character a bit better now, honey?

<gasping> That’s right, suck my nipples. You can even bite – gah! Fuck, honey, have you figured – have you figured out how it’s going to end yet?

It’s going to end when she can’t take it anymore.

When she’s been teased too much, driven too wild. She can’t just lay there any longer. She can’t sit beneath him, she needs to leap up and grab him, forget about the fantasy and just fuck and feel and cum –

[keyboard clatters, pushed aside]

[movement, thuds, gasps and moans]

<desperately> Come on, fuck me! Use me! Use my cunt and squeeze my tits and slap my –

[slap]

*Fuck*. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I wanna cum together. Please, fuck, I want you to cum inside me while I cum! Do whatever you have to do! Choke me, hit me, whatever your fantasy is just *cum in me* ----

[miscellaneous pleasurable noises]

[etc]

[this part isn’t really my field of expertise]

[finally, panting, breathing slowing]

<tired laugh> I think your keyboard fell off the desk. Hey, at least the monitor’s okay.

[kissing]

Fuuuuck, that was intense. You’re dripping out of me. I love you, honey.

[kissing]

[movement]

Looks like you made a few typos at the end there. As your muse, I accept full responsibility for any grammatical errors in the final product. I don’t think you’ll have any problem fixing those up, now that the story’s basically finished.