Day with the Muse continues

The two lovers needed even more time to regenerate before the third round; unsurprisingly it was again filled with kissing, touching and licking. For their next position the Muse wanted to flaunt her flexibility even more; they assumed a variant of the cowgirl called “The Libra”. Jake sat at the top of the bed, resting his back against the headrest; Calliope knelt over his loins and then spread her endless legs to the sides into full splits. She turned her torso slightly to create a different angle; the writer guided his penis into her pussy and she then lowered herself onto it. This was not a dynamic position and it did not offer too much mobility, but it was perfect for a slower, more sensual third round. The Muse did not brag about it, but it was clear that her physical endurance and strength were greater than Jake’s; it also seemed that she could keep her legs stretched like that indefinitely, but she enjoyed flaunting that skill. Obviously she remained heavy, but in their current position her body did not weigh on his loins nearly as much.

When eventually they both climaxed the couple went to take a shower. It was somewhat amusing, because the shower head was lower than Calliope’s head and she had some issues fitting it; fortunately the cabin was spacious enough for the both of them, despite the Muse’s girth. Jake took the handset and washed his lover himself; he was as diligent as always. He used a lot of water and soap, but he considered them resources well spent. The writer then dried Calliope up with a towel.

“Would you like to eat something?” he asked when they were both dry, but still naked.

“Thank you, but maybe next time,” she replied, ”it’s time for me to leave and for you - to write.”

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but closed it without a word, when he realised that his head was full of ideas.

“Thank you,” he managed to say quietly.

“You earned it,” she replied with a wink.

“I hope it won’t take another severe writer’s block for us to meet again,” the writer quickly regained his composure and confidence.

“I hope so too. Au revoir.”

They shared one more long, sensual kiss; with a lot of tongue action and touching. Calliope then put her clothes on and simply left; walked away, not magically vanished. Naked Jake watched her through the open door until she disappeared behind a corner; he was lucky enough not to be spotted by any of his neighbours. Finally he closed the door and went to his office to write; he did not bother to dress up.