Meanwhile, on the island, JigSaw's intense coupling episode had concluded, and his well-satisfied partners had departed. As the afterglow faded, he found himself somewhat depressed. Sex always lifted his spirits when he was down, but when it was over, he tended to go right back down again, like -- well, like his prick did after sex. And he had been really down before coming out to the island today. The problem was he was uninspired. All sorts of marvelous things going on around the AddVenture, some even involving him, and all he'd been able to do lately was read about them, or act in them in someone else's scenario. He wanted to be active again, to be writing the stuff. But he was blocked, as blocked as a boner with a too-tight cock ring. Depondantly, he slogged inland to the tryst hut he'd rented for the week. It had been a grand show he'd put on for the folks over in the Ring, but the show was over. Time to get drown his sorrows in a bottle of Old Grand-dad and catch some shut-eye.
The hut was gloomy as he entered, but not so gloomy that he couldn't see that it was already occupied.
"Who are you?" JigSaw demanded.
The shadowy figure sidled sensuously forward. It was a woman -- the most beautiful, stacked and shapely woman he had ever seen!
"Don't you remember me?" she purred. "I'm your muse. Now come to mama -- I'm going to fuck you silly, and afterwards you're going to start writing again, all right?"
JigSaw felt his throat go dry. "All right," he said, swallowing nervously. "But what am I going to write about? That's been my problem lately, see."
She nodded, undulating into his embrace. The north end of him was melting, and the south was rising again... "I know all about it, you poor boy, but inspiration's my middle name. When I get through with you you'll have more ideas than you'll know what to do with." She twirled her fingers around in his chest hair. "But I'm sure you'll think of something," she cooed...
And so it came to pass...
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