Personify your muse

[WCSGarland]

Example of personifying your muse... my muse is a cantankerous old git that makes gets me drunk and tells me bawdy tales.

 

[davion2308]

I have an engaged, loving, cute sub who encourages me. She sits at my feet while I sit at my chair and type away at my laptop. She has dark hair, deep brown eyes, deeply tanned skin and legs for days. She likes stroking my calves and playing with my legs while I create scenes of utter hedonism that would make my mother disown me.

She looks up at me sometimes, tells me I'm doing a good job, and goes back to stroking my skin. She's always smiling.

 

[StillStunned]

My muse constantly whispers in my ear, "Tell me a story! What happened next? More, more more!"

When I ask her for ideas, she goes silent. Right until I'm up to my eyeballs in another story, or racing to meet a work deadline, or fast asleep in the middle of the night. And then she can't shut up.

 

[MiaBabe23]

I have a team of them. One is extremely elegant and self-possessed, always has the right words or retort on her lips, but never shares them, instead making occasional comments about how I wouldn't want her to do the work for me. She inspires me with hints of how amazing my writing would be, if I decided to write like her
So she’s a bitch, really

 

[Kraken_96]

My muse makes their bed
On captured thoughts, plans not left for dead.

For my mind fleets, and struggles to realise
All the possible creations, that it may theorise.

My muse is the stage herself, used and learned.
Of every step, every coreographed moment, prints on her surface burned.

To talk of our tales, to craft many more too.
Finding ways to make one another, feel something anew.

 

[lovecraft68]

My muse is named Julie.

Julie was a dark and tortured soul who suffered during life, found happiness and was then murdered by said happiness.

Julie is a scorned hell hath no fury woman and always angry.

Julie does not inspire all my stories, she doesn't push much for fun sexy tales, Julie rises up for erotic horror, or any story that features some angst and a dark or sorrowful back story. Julie is my black flame and will never allow herself to be extinguished.

We met 15 years ago when I visited an online estate sale and bought an odd celtic style (I believe) cross rumored to be haunted. I put my bid in and went to bed. At 12:01 am my cell rang and when I answered it, all I heard was a lot of static and a woman's voice saying something about coming home. I hung up, waited, no call back and it was an unlisted number. Got up the next morning to an e-mail sent at 12:01am saying I won the pendent and they'd be shipping it out that day, with the advice to never wear it. Haha....spooooky, bet they even made the crank call.

Got it, took it from the box, felt kind of tingly, so, being me I put it on. Nightmares that night, and the next. I kept it on. Two weeks later, out of the blue I began writing. Fun role play stuff first, then more, then I get to the back story of the character and shit went seriously dark. Being I'm into the occult, I reached out to try and get some back story on where the pendent came from. Was put in touch with the woman who had inherited the estate and she was nice enough to return my e-mail, then called me.

The woman's name was Julie, the daughter of a women reputed to be a witch who was murdered because some nutjob thought she' cursed him. Julie struggled with drug addiction, multiple suicide attempts, was sexually assaulted while in a mental ward, then eventually got off the drugs found what she thought was a good man who then shot her in a drunken rage because he thought she'd cheated on him because a male friend had come by while he wasn't home and had a cup of coffee with her.

Julie claimed her mother's spirit was in the pendent, which she wore all the time which meant it was imbued with all her pain and anger. It had been in a jewelry box with some other things for twenty years before the woman found it in an attic and put it up for sale.

I stopped wearing it after a few months because I kept getting migraines and always after I wrote. But it hangs from the edge of my PC and has for years and I always hold it for a few minutes before I start a piece that I know isn't going to be just smutty fun.

This is a true story for anyone who cares to believe it.

 

[Erozetta]

Traumatized adrenaline junkie who likes violence and sex equally and can't separate love from pain. Much like a cat, she only wants my attention when I don't have time to give it.

 

[Plathfan]

A deck chair and a plastic crown on a mountaintop, overlooking an ethereal vista, reigning over my universe, enjoying the silence...

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms

 

[SimonDoom]

I'm still in search of my muse. I write in hope of finding her one day.

 

[Darkweather]

A witch, a nymph, a goddess.
She is all of them with a wicked sense of humour.

She is the Moon.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Tormented by My Muse (750 words)
She encourages and inspires a struggling Literotica author

 

[soflabbwlvr]

My muse is a glamorous temptress who arrives at odd times and departs without a hint of notice. When she is present I have to give her my complete attention, and when she is absent nothing I do can compel her to even return my calls.

 

[yowser]

No muse is not good news.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Debbie always has been and always will be my muse. I hate to throw a 'you need to read this to understand' at you, but there it is.

https://literotica.com/s/my-beautiful-debbie

 

[Lifestyle66]

My muse is very real.

She pauses as she bends over to look in the bottom freezer drawer at our refrigerator, giving me the opportunity to admire her ass. Or when she comes from the bedroom first thing in the morning, she deliberately rises on her toes, shaping her calves and legs, and stops to contemplate which coffee cup to select from a higher shelf (note all the cups are the same, and I always ensure the coffee is ready for her show). She shamelessly talks to anyone and everyone about sex, even explaining the advantages I get for my efforts of "manscaping". "Oh, yeah. He knows I don't like picking hair out of my teeth." And when she's bored with watching TV, she'll even create her own entertainment by dropping to her knees and crawling over to my chair in front of me. And with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she'll begin catching my attention.

Some of what I consider my best scenes and lines in my stories come directly from my real-life muse! I envisioned my story "The Maneater" from listening to and watching her.

 

[Dearelliot]

My character Liz, wakes me around six am, every morning, she is downstairs waiting. I try to sneak out of bed so my wife will sleep longer. I cherish my morning hour or two with the strict Elizabeth, standing behind me, looking over my shoulder, while she guides my hands to create her thoughts and life.

 

[burgwad]

She is mute, self-obsessed, and an insufferable perfectionist whose fickle laws I have spent my life deciphering. She is the oldest, dearest part of me, but also the most enigmatic, the most hidden, the least intelligible. I regress to her in times of overwhelming stress. I regress to her in times of deepest relaxation. She has no name. She scarcely deigns to look at me. I do everything I do for her.

 

[gunhilltrain]

She doesn't like roller coasters. She once turned down a ride on one like this. Instead, her on-the-way-out boyfriend went on it and he didn't like it either.

https://seeoldnyc.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/Coney_Island_1970s_20.jpg

 

[Tio_Narratore]

My muse is a shimmering Scheherazade of words and deeds, with a thousand-and-one eternities of tales to live and to imagine, and so I write, and draw, and dream again and ever again in hope of finding her.

 

[onehitwanda]

https://media.oglaf.com/comic/blankpage.jpg

 

[StillStunned]

An Oglaf for every occasion!

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Scheherazade

Scheherazade, weave your story
tell your tale to live
Scheherazade, wrapped in glory
live to tell the tale

 

[MyBareTorso]

My muse is a beautiful, very large breasted woman in her forties at a male strip show wildly screaming out "Take it off! Take it off!"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

I've been working sporadically on a story of a blocked writer in need of a muse. Clio is all booked up, as are her sisters. Terpsichore is the only muse with an opening in her appointment book, so she's sent to help him. She takes him to ballets and other dances, but it's an art form he never appreciated, so communication and inspiration become quite disjoint. Hopefully someone will inspire me on how to work it all out.

 

[sister jenny]

A female Jerry Garcia.
Don’t be so uptight Jenny! Get stoned and cross some lines. Come on, another hit and get rougher!