Writer's Block

I would like to thank my editor, OnlyByMoonlight, for taking the time to read this story and provide valuable feedback.

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The second hand ticked away as though it were serving as an ever-present reminder of a fast approaching deadline.

I was standing in front of my notebook computer staring blankly out the window at a beautiful spring day that was passing me by with every movement of the second hand. Alternating between standing and staring or pacing and staring was about all I could muster.

I had two weeks to turn in a basic manuscript to my publisher. I needed to come up with some type of original story that would knock my publisher out of his seat. He wasn't too happy with me lately. I had not turned anything in for a while and if I didn't do it this time, he would drop me.

I could not think of anything. I had gone through episodes of writer's block before, but nothing that lasted as long as this bout.

"Stephen, are you ok," my wife asked as she came into the den. "I'm going to take the kids out for a while so you can have a little quiet and concentrate."

"Thanks, hon. I just don't know what I am going to do. I can't think of a single thing."

"It'll come to you," she reassured me. "I think you're trying too hard."

"Maybe, but it doesn't help that I have a basic manuscript due very soon."

"Just relax. You'll think of something." She turned to gather the kids and head out to points unknown.

I sat back down in my chair and resumed looking out the window. I watched as she and the kids pulled away in the car. I crossed my arms on the desk and rested my head as I tried to concentrate. If only I could think of something. If only. If only …

I had no idea where I was. I looked around and all I saw was a beautiful white beach, palm trees, plush tropical forestry behind me, and a gently swaying tropical breeze that relaxed and soothed me. The ocean was a mix of blue, blue-green, green, and turquoise. I could see the lines of a coral reef. Waves gently caressed the shoreline. It was paradise.

"Who am I and how did I ever get here?" I don't recall taking any vacation and I couldn't imagine coming to a place like this without someone. But where were they? I had absolutely no clue.

I noticed that I did not have any luggage with me. The only things I had were the clothes on my back. I got up and started walking along the beach. I came to an area where some jagged rocks extended beyond the beach and into the ocean. It made going any further impossible so I turned around and walked in the other direction.

Finding nothing but beach ahead of me, I turned to explore the forest line. I knew I needed to find a place where I could build some kind of shelter. I also needed to gather wood and attempt to start a fire. And then there was food. I was going to have to figure that one out, too.

I looked up and saw a bounty of coconuts. Looking a little beyond, there were more mangoes than I could have imagined.

I walked a little further along the forest line and found a little cove I thought would be excellent to build some type of makeshift shelter. I had no tools so I was had to use whatever I could to build with. I found some loose bamboo, palm leaves, and vines a little deeper into the forest.

Food and shelter in less than half a day. How fortunate could I get?

I set to the task of building my shelter and gathering food so I could settle in for the night. I would begin some real exploring tomorrow. For now, I was content just to have accomplished what I had up to this point. I lay down and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to some birds chirping and singing in the trees above me. The sun was already big and bright in the morning sky. I got up to wash my face off. When I returned, I sat just outside the forest line and pondered what I should do next.

I don't know where she came from. I didn't think there was anyone else on this island. She didn't appear to be stranded. She was absolutely gorgeous. She stood about 5 foot 5 inches tall. She had a beautiful, voluptuous body. Her skin was tanned to perfection. Her long brown hair appeared to extend down her back. It was parted in the middle and served to accentuate her face.

Her facial features appeared to be Polynesian. Her nose was average length and a little thick, but not too thick. It sat between perfectly set eyes. Her mouth was small and her lips were red. She neither smiled nor frowned as she approached.

Her skimpy clothing appeared to be made of a combination of some type of cloth and leaves. She had a skirt of sorts and a top. Some vines or possibly hemp held her clothing in place.

"Do you know where I am," I asked.

She looked at me for a second. She couldn't understand me.

"Where am I and who are you? Where did you come from?"

She said nothing as she gestured for me to get up. I did as she requested. She gently took me by the hand and began walking the way she came. I followed her. There weren't many options and being with someone who couldn't understand me was better than being alone. Especially if that someone looked as good as she did.

She led me down a path that went deeper into the forest. If I had to guess, I would say we walked for about an hour or so. We arrived at a ridge that overlooked a small valley. There was a cave to the left and she led me there.

The sun was growing increasingly hot and I was already drenched in sweat. My companion motioned for me to sit on some rocks at the mouth of the cave. She went inside. When she came out, she had a bowl of clear liquid. She handed it to me and motioned for me to drink.

I raised the bowl to my lips and drank the coolest, freshest spring water I had ever tasted. I was extremely thirsty and I drank the water quickly. She must have sensed I was still thirsty. She went inside and brought two bowls. She handed me one and drank from the other.

After she saw that I had enough water, she motioned for me to get up again. This time, she led me down a path into the valley. We approached a beautiful lake set against the hillside. There was a cascading waterfall that fell into the lake. There must have been some underground stream or something that the water led out to because the lake didn't seem to overflow.

She motioned for me to go into the lake. As I turned to walk there, I felt her hand on my shoulder. I turned around. She started unbuttoning what remained of my shirt. She began unbuttoning my pants.

"Ok, I get the idea. I need to get undressed." She saw I proceeded to finish what she started. I removed my shorts and boxers.

I looked at her and she motioned to the lake. She made no effort to remove any of her clothing. I was a little disappointed but I was in no position to argue. She wouldn't understand me even if I did.

She followed me to the lake and we entered the water. It was a little cool at first but I quickly got used to it. It felt very refreshing. She led me to the waterfall and motioned for me to stand under it.

I was letting the water run over my head and shoulders and down my back when I felt her rubbing my back. She was applying what appeared to be some kind of soap.

She started washing my shoulders and arms. She was very smooth and methodical. Her hands and fingers massaged me as she soaped me down. They felt like tiny little prods that gently poked and relaxed me.

She proceeded to wash my back in the same fashion. Always massaging, always poking. She turned me around and began working on my chest.

It was fortunate we were standing in waist deep water with the waterfall cascading around us. She couldn't see the hard-on she was giving me. I had no idea what I was going to do when it came time to step out of the lake.

She continued washing my chest and worked down to my abdomen. As she worked her way down towards my waist, I grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from going any lower. She looked at me, gently took the hand I grabbed her with and removed it from her arm. She then continued washing me.

Her hand finally went underwater and reached for my cock. She was now washing all eight hard inches. I couldn't believe this. She made no expressions, sounds or motions other than to wash up and down my shaft. She reached underneath and gently began washing and caressing my balls. I couldn't help but let out moans of approval. She continued washing and caressing me in this manner for a very long time.

She turned me around and had me rinse. Once she was satisfied that I was properly rinsed, she led me to the shore of the lake where she sat me down and washed my legs. She also managed to continue washing my still hard cock. I closed my eyes at the intense pleasure I was feeling. If she continued this, I wouldn't hold out much longer.

Somehow, she seemed to sense when I was on the edge. She would direct her attention back to my legs. When my legs were clean, she directed all her attention to my cock.

I went to reach for her and she backed away just a little. She pushed my arms away with one hand while maintaining her grip on my cock with the other.

Pre-cum started to form at the tip. She rubbed some of that around the head of my cock and my shaft. I couldn't believe how well this woman knew how to give hand jobs. She was driving me crazy.

My moans started getting louder and my hips started bucking with the rhythm of her hand. I felt the tension building in my balls and knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load.

My cock started twitching as I felt the cum starting to rise from my balls to my shaft. All of a sudden, she gripped the base of my cock. I had no idea what she was up to, but it was obvious she was not going to let me cum.

What the hell was going on here?

She pulled me up and began to lead me back to the cave. I told her I needed my clothes and went to go get them. She pulled me back towards her and the cave. I went along with her.

This time, she led me into the cave. She had several utensils along one side. On the other was a bed of leaves and grass. She motioned for me to lie down. I did as she asked.

She gathered some more water, placed it on the floor beside the bed, sat next me, and offered it to me. I took a drink.

She kept looking at me as I finished the water. I wish I could say something she would understand.

She leaned over and kissed me. It wasn't passionate. She just held her lips to mine for a few seconds and then pulled back. I took her by the arms and drew her to me. This time, she didn't resist, pull away, or move my hands away from her.

I kissed her again open mouthed. I went to stick my tongue in her mouth to explore. She opened her mouth ever so slightly and allowed me in. I kissed her long and passionately.

After the kiss, she pulled back, reached behind her, and undid her top. Her breasts were full, firm, and beautiful. They must have been a 36D. Her pink nipples protruded out from perfectly round, brown areolas.

I again drew her to me and started nibbling and kissing her neck. She giggled a little but allowed me to continue. I kissed my way down to her breasts. I kissed around her right breast and then moved in to the nipple.

I drew the nipple into my mouth and nibbled on the tiny nub. It immediately started to harden. I continued nibbling and sucking until it was as hard as it could possibly get before I moved to her left breast and gave it the same treatment.

Her breathing started to become deeper. I heard her let out several soft moans as I continued playing with her breasts.

I moved my way down her abdomen and kissed her navel. My hands moved further down her waist to her skirt. I searched for the string or whatever it was that held it to her waist. I found it and undid the string. She stood up and allowed her skirt to fall revealing her pussy.

I suspected she didn't have anything to shave with and I was right. Her pussy was hairy, but somehow, neatly trimmed. Her outer lips were full and puffy.

I drew her back down to me and gave her another kiss. This time, she broke the kiss and started nibbling her way down my neck and chest as I did to her. She stopped to play with my nipples. This was way too hot.

My cock was already hard but it seemed to just get harder as she kissed and nibbled her way around my chest.

Her hands were continuously massaging my cock and balls. I was moaning and bucking my hips. She had me so horny I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

I moved my hand lower and started massaging and rubbing her outer pussy lips. She was already wet. I used a finger to trace my way long her slit. I inserted the finger into her slit and continued tracing. She let out a gasp at the intrusion.

Her breathing was becoming ragged and her moaning was starting to get a little louder. She was mumbling something but I couldn't understand it.

She was still kissing her way down my abdomen, below my waist, and finally, to the base of my cock. She licked her way up the shaft. Her tongue felt so good as it delicately explored every inch of my cock.

When she reached the top, her mouth engulfed the engorged head. She began a mild sucking as her tongue explored the tip of my cock. I felt it probe the slit, around the head, and around the underside of the head.

Her tongue could work wonders. She began sucking her way down to the base. I felt as if every nerve in my body had come alive. I have no idea where she learned to give head. She was one of the best cocksuckers I had ever experienced.

When she reached the base, she stuck her tongue out in an attempt to lick my balls. I could hardly contain myself any longer. She must have sensed this as she made her way back up my shaft. I was just about to shoot my load when she again grabbed the base of my cock and gently squeezed.

This was driving me crazy. When the hell was this woman going to let me cum?

I pulled her up and resumed rubbing her pussy. I had her lie down and I kissed my way to her pussy. She opened her legs and I drew in her sweet scent.

Now it was my tongue exploring first her outer lips, then along the inside up to her clit. I flicked my tongue around the little nub, drew it out, and began sucking it.

Her hands flew to the back of my head as she started bucking her hips. Her breathing and gasping was becoming deeper and more rapid. She was moaning very loudly as I continued my assault on her clit.

I moved my way down her tongue to her fuck hole and stuck it in. I began tongue fucking her. She was going crazy. Her hips were bucking wildly and her juices started flowing.

My dick was harder than it had ever been. It was also beginning to hurt after being denied release twice. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

I had her on the brink of orgasm when I stopped. She moaned and cried as if to complain. "Two can play that game," I thought to myself.

I didn't waist any time. I moved between her legs and teased her pussy with my cock. She tried to force me in. She wanted me to fuck her badly. I wanted to tease her some more.

I finally gave into my urges and plunged my dick into her wet pussy. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp as I made my way deep into her womb. I couldn't believe how tight and soft she was.

I started pistoning in and out of her. Her pussy grabbed my cock for dear life. Her hips bucked in rhythm to my cock. My balls were slapping her ass.

We were both moaning as we began approaching the brink of orgasm. She came first as her whole body shook like a volcano that had just erupted. Her pussy was releasing its juice all over my cock.

I couldn't take any more. My cock jetted out stream after stream of cum. I had never cum so hard in my life. She was cumming pretty hard, too.Her whole body was shaking and she was starting to speak.

"Oh, Stephen. Stephen. S-Ste-e-e-phen!"

… "Stephen? Stephen!"

My body was being gently shaken. It was my wife. I looked around at the familiar surroundings of my den.

"Honey, are you ok? You were moaning as if you were sick or something. Were you having a dream?"

"I must have been dreaming. I just laid my head down and must have fallen asleep."

"Well, you aren't going to get any writing done that way."

"It doesn't matter," I replied. "I just can't think of anything to write about, anyway."