No idea appeared in his mind in that intimate scene. He has to take everything into account; smells, sensations, sounds and every sense. But nothing. After all, being a writer of erotic novels wasn't so easy for Michael, your boyfriend.

Michael was sitting at a desk in front of a computer and a notebook in your room. He looked frustrated, he held his head in his hands and the snorting was evidence of his clear writer's block.

Suddenly he turned in his swivel chair in your direction and looked at you intently. You were lying in bed, so he took a brief look at your body.

"I need inspiration." said with a frustrated tone as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes softly.