Lea By The Collector A cure for writer’s block Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send comments so I know someone’s reading these to ChuckSt35@aol.com It was late. While I wasn’t toasted, I had just enough to drink to be feeling pretty good. Arriving home at just after 2 AM, I headed for bed and grabbed a book, the current novel I was absorbed in. But the last thing I remember was dozing off, almost immediately. * * * I sat at my keyboard, preparing to put a story idea to paper. My screen quickly flashed a white light, nearly blinding me, and a swirl of smoke erupted from the monitor, rose to the ceiling and quickly encircled the room. While I was dazed momentarily, the monitor returned to form and my machine was apparently operating as normal. The idea I had started remained on the screen, which was barely more than a description of the lovely lass I had in mind. 5’4”, 112, long curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and her name is Carol. Then began the strangest conversation I’d ever had. “Carol?..I don’t want to be called Carol. Give me a sexy name.” I turned around and there she was…sort of. The bare outlines of her face was there, but her body hadn’t yet formed…it was still a swirling…something…smoke I’d guessed…or a white, transparent mist. “Well, what are you looking at…change my name…. And give me a body…and something to wear.” “Who…er, what are you?” I asked. “Who do you think? I’m Carol…you created me… now are you going to finish me?” “Come on…what’s going on…” “Well where do you think I came from?” “You mean…you’re from…?” pointing to my monitor. “Yes, dummy, did you really think all those strong beautiful women you created existed only on paper?” “Of course not…. Some of them are based on real women. But I thought…” “Don’t think…I’ll do that for you. Now get back to that keyboard.” “Wait a minute…I’m the writer…I call the shots.” “Don’t delude yourself Chuck. I’ve been in control the minute thought of me…now finish me…or do I have to get one of the girls from your stories to make you? I could get…Jill or Marianne…how would you like that?” “Hey, they’re great…wait a minute…how did you…” “Well, then how about Lisa or Debby? Or worse…how about Missy?” “Oh no…Carol…you wouldn’t…they’re too strong for their own good…they’d hurt me…and they’d like it…” “Well then…and quit calling me Carol…I want a name that’s sexy, erotic, alluring.” “OK…OK” I started typing again and felt her looking over my shoulder. ‘Misty….’ “Very funny…try again, Chuck.” “Alright…sexy, huh…how about…Lea?” “Much better” she said. “Now describe me…and I want to be just a little taller…and be imaginative…but I know you like shorter women Chuck…I know everything you like Chuck, don’t forget that, and don’t short change me.” Lea, 5’5”, 116 pounds… “Very good…keep going.” …35D-23-35… “Very nice.” “I think so too.” “Chuck?” “Um, yes…” “Don’t look…but I’m standing naked behind you…and I’m freezing…” As I started to turn around, Lea grabbed my head and turned me back towards the keyboard. “Oww…that hurt.” “I told you not to turn around.” “Wait a minute…I made you…and how’d you get so strong…I haven’t even done that yet?” “It’s too late…you can’t put me back…and I was strong when you conceived me…so you can’t change that either. You like me strong, don’t you Chuck?” “Yes…but…” “Then keep typing.” “Oh, alright. No way to treat your creator, though.” She’s wearing…a pink blouse, pulled tightly around her body, bra-less, her perfect breasts protruding against the light fabric as though seeking an escape, her nipples slightly evident… “Oohh, yes, go on…I like that. You’re such a sucker for blondes, aren’t you Chuck? And what’s with the pink all the time?” as she placed her hands on my shoulders. “Can’t help it…I like blonde, it’s my favorite color…and it goes good with pink…OK? Do you have a problem with that?” “You’re going to have a problem if you continue to talk to me like that. Have you forgotten just how strong I am? Or do I have to show you?” Oh shit! “Sorry…Lea…I didn’t mean it…come on, I’m no match for your strength…and I’m not stupid enough to test you…you know that.” “I know Chuck…you’re forgiven baby…now keep going…you were on a roll.” Her blouse is unbuttoned, forming a ‘V’ as it’s tied at the waist, revealing beautiful curves and a slightly muscular, but feminine mid- section. She’s wearing a white skirt cut 4 inches… “Make it shorter…these legs should be shown off.” “With pleasure Lea.” …cut 6 inches above the knee. The muscles of her thighs formed against the fabric of the skirt revealing a subtle hint of strength… “There’s nothing subtle about my strength, Chuck…you know that.” “I know…but subtle is sexier…and innocence too…dontcha think?” “You’re right…of course you’re right…keep going.” Lea then placed her arms around my neck and I felt her face close to mine, her chest against the back of my head. I reached my hand back and gently stroked her hair, feeling a soft sigh whisk by my face. “Hey” I said noticing her, “You feel good…I did alright with you.” “Yes you did, but keep it in your pants and keep typing.” Her calves are muscular, with sleek lines running their length, revealing themselves with each step, and demanding to be noticed. “I’m just standing here…how do you know what they’ll look like when I walk? Never mind…forget I asked that.” “Do you think they’re hard enough Chuck? Maybe you better check.” I reached my hand down, not looking, towards the back of my chair, and found her right leg. It was smooth, with gentle striations of muscle, and as I squeezed it, it was as iron, yet feminine. Suddenly she arched her foot, and a bulge appeared in my hand. “How’s that Chuck?” “Lea…that’s very sexy…but…” “But what?” “No fair…you’re teasing me…” “No I’m not…this is teasing you…” She slung her right leg over my shoulder as her toes came down on my sliding keyboard rest, her thighs resting against the side of my face. I turned my head sideways and softly moved my lips up her thigh, my hand sliding her skirt up as I moved towards home. Her breathing became somewhat heavier as I kept moving up. I reached a red garter when she spoke. “Oh…Chuck…no…wait a minute…that’s not in the script.” “But it’s my script…and you enjoyed it didn’t you?” “Never mind…that wasn’t supposed to happen…not yet…keep typing, you’re not done yet. My feet are bare.” “Would you like me to kiss them for you?” “A wonderful thought…but you’re not done yet.” “Alright…” As a pair of shoes magically appeared before her, Lea reached down and slid her feet into a pair of white, 4-inch sandals. “Nice touch, Chuck, very nice. But you know something Chuck? Something isn’t right.” “What’s that?” “I know what you like the most…am I going to have to tease it out of you?” “Lea…please…how’d you know?” “The other girls…it shows…and I know it drives you nuts.” “Oh no Lea…you’re not…” “Well, you like how I look don’t you?” Her hands were massaging my shoulders. “Yes…you know that…you’re gorgeous…” “And you think I’m sexy?” She moved her face close to mine and began nibbling at my neck. “Ohmygod…Lea…” She’s doing it. She wrapped her arms around my chest, the strength in her arms making me feel helpless, controlled, and yet warm. “Lea…you feel so…s-strong…” My voice was shaking as I closed my eyes, basking in her. “Here they come Chuck…are you sure you’re ready?” “Lea…dammit…not your biceps…” I reached my hand up slightly and found the source of her immense strength in her bicep. As my hand touched it, her arm tensed and I felt it grow in my hand. And my lips reached down to kiss her luxuriant strength. “I knew you’d do that, Chuck.” “You’re taking advantage of my weakness.” “Of course I am…and you love it, don’t you?” “Y-yes, Lea…oh f…why are you teasing me like this? Geez…please don’t stop.” “I’m not teasing you Chuck…I’m just warming you up. Go wait for me in your bedroom.” “Huh?” “Do I have to draw you a picture?” I made a beeline for the bedroom, tearing my shirt off along the way, dropping my pants in the hallway, walked into the bedroom and flicked on the light. She was sitting up in the bed, the sheets pulled up over her top, her arms folded across her, their strength easily evident. Her eyes were calm and slightly raised, her lips moist in a coy smile, her hair slightly disheveled and I became immediately aroused. “Lea…you were just…how’d you get here so fast?” “You ask too many questions Chuck. I think you have something that belongs to me though” she said turning down the sheets on my side of the bed. “Wh…what?” Her smile broadened as she patted my side of the bed, then turned her eyes towards my noticeable surge. “Come here baby” she said softly. I dropped my shorts and climbed into to bed next to her, feeling the immediate warmth and sensuality of her strong feminine body next to mine as I moved across her. She immediately countered, rolled me back over and straddled me, the sheets rolling off her. She moved her body down as my hands embraced her, pulling us closer to each other, and then our lips touched each other’s softly. * * * I awoke before daylight the next morning and sat up for a few moments, wishing the dream I thought I’d just had would reinvent itself. I lay back down and pulled the other pillow close to me, when I felt something odd on top of it, with a slightly familiar feel. I reached over and turned on the light, brought the object to my nose and recalled a sweet, all to familiar smell of the evening just past. I put the pillow back, placed the red garter back on top where she’d left it, and fell asleep.