1. The Poet and his Muse


    Date: 10/24/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    with tree trunks, the daffodils and tulips on the hillside, the bird feeders, and the woods surrounding the cabin. He went to the stove and poured himself another cup of coffee, then asked Allison if she wanted more. She put up her hand, indicating she didn’t and continued looking out the window. Jason cleared his throat, took a sip of his coffee and admired how her face glowed so radiantly in the sunlight, how her long dark hair curled below her shoulders, how her snug jeans strained against her thighs and ass. “Hey I just got an idea.” Allison faced Jason. “What?” “Why don’t I stay here for a day or two and work on my dissertation. You will be right here and we can discuss things. Isn’t that a good idea? Most of the time I would be working and I wouldn’t be bothering you. What do you think?” “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He knew he would have difficulty concentrating on his work if she was working across from him or even in the other room. He also realized how risky it would be having her sleep in the small, spare bedroom next to his. “I don’t know. I’m so used to being alone. I’m not sure I want to have another person here.” “I understand, but I think it would really help me finish. The deadline for a first draft is three weeks away and I still have a lot to do. I promise I won’t be a distraction except when we’re discussing your work. You won’t even know I’m here. I’m disciplined when I’m working. You know that. Come on, let me stay.” She put her hands together in ...
    front of her as if she were praying. “Please. It will really help me.” Jason sighed deeply, something he frequently did. He closed his eyes and thought about her idea. He knew he should reject it, but then remembered his philosophy to say “yes” to whatever presented itself, and to “go with the flow.” Though he was certain he didn't believe in God, or any religion, this philosophy of acceptance was something he deeply believed and allowed to guide his life. He believed in the energy of Life and that what presented itself was a gift or opportunity. If he believed in God, he would say “She was God-sent.” So when Allison made the suggestion, his initial response was to say no but instead said, “Okay, Allison” and sighed, exasperated by her pleading. “Okay, stay. I think it will be okay. We’ll see. Just a day or two but no longer.” “Really, oh wow!” Allison's eyes widened. It looked like she wanted to hug him for saying yes, but didn’t. Instead, she held her hand on her chest. “Wow!” she repeated then laughed. “I guess a woman my age shouldn’t be saying ‘wow,’ but it’s one of my favorite words, I mean I’m not a kid, I shouldn’t say ‘wow.’ Sorry.” “There’s nothing wrong with saying ‘wow.’” Jason chuckled at her exuberance and again felt her vibrant energy filling his cabin. “By the way, are you hungry? I know you were driving and probably haven’t had breakfast. Do you want anything?” “No, I had an apple in the car and I don’t eat much in the morning and I don’t want to bother you. I ...
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