My Inkwell

My ink once freely flowed. Your cock burst the zipper to shower appreciation on  my stories. Now, worldly stresses spank my fantasies, shooing them to my mind's darkest corners.  I scribble a dribble. Then, a drabble. Alas, the well runs dry.  Time   passes .  I rest my pen against my parched lips. Then, push inside. My tongue flicks the tip. The plume swipes my nipple. 

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