Chapter 12: Unintended Consequences

Sun streamed through the large study windows and across the desk. A mug of strong coffee steamed on my left. On the laptop computer the cursor blinked waiting for the first letter of the first word of the title to a new erotic Renpet story. The word program sat ready to record my next sexual fantasy.

Nothing. The Sahara Desert had more moisture than I had creative motivation.

My erotic stories had always been the outlet for my fantasies, my desires to experience the forbidden, the illicit, the unattainable. That was a problem ... or not.

This morning Sasha had danced out the front door on her way to school. She'd been a flurry of motion and enthusiasm and smiles, her soft amber eyes shining with happiness. Her kiss goodbye had been a quick peck on my cheek, her hand ruffling my hair for some weird reason, an action I found oddly affectionate and pleasurable.

The computer cursor blinked at me, egging me on to start.

I had nothing. There were no erotic stories left in me that needed expression. I had reality. I had Sasha. She was all I needed, wanted, and desired. She completed me and satisfied me physically and emotionally.

With a bittersweet smile I leaned back in the chair, lifted the mug of coffee and sipped slowly. I might have no erotic stories left in me but I still had lots of novels to write. With a flash of inspiration and a bigger smile I decided to make Sasha the central character of a new novel.

Leaning forward, placing the mug back on the desk, I started typing:

Dancing in the Dark
A novel by Jason Hawk