I should have seen that coming. I should not have complained about a lack of inspiration. You gave me so many words, and you gave a trigger that multiplied those words.

It started as a one-off. A trigger only to be used a single time. I have to write a few lines, about a fantasy of mine. It turned into a regular thing. If you want a short hot story, you know what to do.

BED TIME STORY

I feel my eyes unfocus. All other chats lose their importance for a moment. The whole world loses focus. My knees become weak. I begin to type. Anything could be the inspiration. A song. A tumblr picture. My latest wet dream. Or yes, a bedtime fantasy.

My mind remains unfocused apart from the keyboard. I can't look away. I can only type. No worries. No doubts. No concerns about how it will be received. Or if it will capture likes, kudos, or replies. I feel what I write. It excites me. It leaves me wanting.

I lost another fifteen minutes. But I gained another snippet. And I'm ready for more play…