A writer searching for erotic inspiration discovers his perfect muse.

“My editor said I could write anything I wanted,” I told my lovely wife who was standing in my home office doorway. She’d just come in and had paused, seeing me at my desk, staring with uncharacteristic blankness at my computer screen.

Normally at this time of day I’d be writing up a storm. But one of my editors would also have given me a specific assignment.

Yvonne tilted her dark-haired head. “Isn’t it freeing to have all your options?”

“After eight years in this business I’m used to parameters.” My business was adult literature. I wrote erotic stories and books. It was a good living because I could produce quickly, to any specifications.