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From: Mark Reed <markreed3000@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Spirit Quest (M-solo, muse)
Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 20:10:03 -0400
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This is my first posting to the body. 

Comments can be sent to markreed3000@yahoo.com and
would be appreciated.

Spirit Quest

I subscribe to a yahoo group as part of the things I
like to do in my voluminous spare time. It centers
around one particular author, but there are a few
different ones on it who write shorter pieces. After
spending a morning reading some stuff from one of the
authors, I began tossing the old idea around my head
once again. 

Occasionally I get some nice ideas for stories, but I
can never carry through with them. All my attempts
have died after a page or so, which is why I usually
end up collaborating with a friend of mine or just
sending feedback to the people who actually have the
wherewithal to send their labors of love out to the
world. Up that point I had resigned myself to not
being a writer.

This morning I decided a new direction was needed.
Maybe it's not just me, I thought. A halfhearted idea
crept through my mind and I quickly grabbed onto it
and started constructing a plan. I decided that come
hell or high water, I would get in touch with my muse.
It was time for a spirit quest.

----

I've never actually done a spirit quest before, but
since it's something you do alone I figured I could do
just about anything without causing myself any
embarrassment. I got home that night from a busy day
and eagerly retreated into my room. I set some Enigma
to play softly and got out a small tea candle I had,
and did a few other various preparations that seemed
appropriate. I at myself down indian style in a corner
of my room, closed my eyes, and began to relax my
muscles. A few years prior I had stumbled into a group
of friends who practiced self-hypnosis, and I used
what I had picked up from them to guide myself into
trance. The world faded away slowly as I felt myself
begin to drift deeper within myself.

A small eternity flashed by in the blink of an eye, as
time so often does when you're under, and I opened my
eyes to see the same old room I'd been living in for
the last year. "Well, that was a miserable failure," I
mumbled to myself sourly. I got up and stretched to
calm the complaining muscles in my back, and sat down
next to my computer to read for the rest of the night.

The computer screen was a blank uniform white. At
first I thought I had left a WordPad document up or
something, but the edges of the screen were the same
white color. I tried moving my mouse to get the screen
to change, but nothing happened. I pressed my hand
against the keyboard, jamming random keys down to get
the computer out of hibernation, but nothing happened.
I groaned to myself and wondered what could possibly
be wrong now. "Wake up," I said grumpily. 

"Dude, you need to chill," a voice said from behind
me. I looked around in startled surprise, but nobody
was there. "Hello?" I said a little shakily, wondering
if I had imagined it. "Yah, hi man!" the voice chimed
back. This time I was paying attention, and realized
the voice was coming from the speaker on my lamp stand
a little behind me. My eyes opened a little wider as
revelation slowly dawned on me, and I turned to look
at my computer monitor again. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Your Muse, dude. C'mon man, don't be so slow on the
uptake." The voice was a light baritone with a
California beach style accent, and was clearly amused.
I quickly shoved the awful pun about muses being
amused out of my mind and stared at the screen. "You
can't be my muse. You sound like a guy," I said in
disbelief.

The computer monitor I was staring at began to swirl
in different colors. The white was quickly intermixed
with different shades of blue, yellow, brown, and a
variety of others. Slowly they stopped whirling and
created a picture. It was a near identical copy of a
picture I had in one of my files on the machine. A
sandy beach with palm trees that stretched up to a
nearly cloudless sky, dominated by a bright yellow
sun. The only difference between the picture I had
stored away and the one I was now looking at was the
archetypical surfer dude grinning back at me. "I *am*
a guy," he said easily. "You know that. C'mon man,
don't slip out on me now. You're the one who wanted to
meet me."

I just stared at him. This couldn't be right. I must
have slipped off into sleep while I was tranced and
this was some sort of dream my subconscious was using
to warn me about feeling confined to the tradition
roles of society or something. The idea of having a
male muse seemed ludicrous. "I thought I would have a
girl for a muse," I said lamely. The little man on the
monitor laughed one of those full belly laughs you get
when you're really enjoying yourself. "Nope," he said
with pure merriment in his eyes. One of his hands
traveled to his groin and he groped himself gently.
"Definitely a guy, man. I haven't received any
complaints yet, anyway." 

"This sucks!" I exclaimed softly to myself. "Frank
gets Michelle and I get a surfer?" I was slowly
beginning to realize why my attempts at poetry never
seemed to work out. I had to be at least twice as
smart as the person who was supposed to be sending me
my creative ideas.

At that thought, the computerized figure's face
darkened. "Dude, if you don't know how to be polite,
I'm outa here," he said in an offended tone. "I've got
more creativity in my little finger..."

"Sorry," I said, quickly trying to backpedal. "This is
just new for me. I was expecting something else. I was
hoping for something more... erotic."

A knowing grin spread across his face. "Oh I can be
erotic," he said smugly. He raised his right hand and
in what seemed to be a practiced gesture, quickly
snapped his fingers twice. 

----

Long, silky black hair framed a perfectly proportioned
face. Her small, slightly upturned nose contemplated
her Japanese heritage incredibly well. I lifted my
gaze from her beaming smile, taking in her equally
well-proportioned body and hanging breasts. She was
crawling on top of me now, aligning her center with my
own. Her hips gave a small wiggle for my benefit when
she saw where my attention lay. The deep blue skirt
she was wearing tickled my skin from her movements. I
glanced back to her face to see an incredible set of
eyes. Their blue matched perfectly with her short
silken skirt. She moved her hips down suddenly and I
lost all sense of vision. My attention focused once
again on the incredible sensations I was receiving. I
felt a warmth and moisture unlike anything I had ever
known before. All too soon the familiar sensations
announced I was approaching my peak. My head slammed
back down into the pillow and my back arched slightly,
lifting my body. I moaned loudly and gave in to the
pulsing waves of pleasure. I heard her moans echoing
my own, letting me know she had released as well. I
opened my eyes dazedly and stared at the deep blue
orbs gazing back at me. 

----

"Well, what do you think?" I found myself sitting on
the little couch in my room facing the computer
screen. The knowing grin had only widened across my
muse's face. "Nice," I said distractedly. "Um, can you
send me back there, please?" Laughter was his only
response. I collected what remained of my wits while
he settled down again.

"So let me get this straight," I said while trying to
keep the excitement out of my voice. "You can snap
your fingers and take me into any fantasy scene I
want?" 

"Nah," he said in his relaxed manner. "The finger this
is just for show, dude. I don't even need to move."

"Show me again," I said eagerly. The ideas were
finally beginning to trickle into my half melted
brain. His grin shifted to a pleased smile, and he
nodded.

----

Her hand squeezed gently on my breasts and I moaned
softly. Our kiss continued to grow in heat and
passion. I ran my fingers through the curls of her
pubic hair before sending them a little lower to
explore her folds. Her moan echoed mine and she
pressed herself into me. My nipples dug gently into
her hands, stimulating me even more. I used my fingers
to open her lips further until I found her clit. She
pinched me breasts in response. Finally she broke our
kiss and her eyes bored lustily into mine. "I'm going
to eat you until you scream," she growled.

----

It took less time for me to collect myself this time
before I looked at the character on the screen in new
interest. "I think I like having a muse," I told him.
"You've always had a muse, dude. You've just never
asked for my help much before," he replied. 

I looked down for a moment while I tried to assimilate
everything that had happened. After I felt I had a
better grasp on things, I looked up at him again.
"What's your name?" I asked softly. His grin returned.
"You know what it is," he said, winking at me. I
laughed for the first time in the whole encounter. Now
I understood why picking a net name had been so easy.
"Nice to meet you Mark," I said in my best Humphry
Bogart impression. "Dis is de beginnin' of a beautiful
friendship."

~fin~


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