Starving For Genius - Episode 16

Erotic Substance (Explicit)

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Upon drying off I hung up the towel and headed out of the bathroom, enjoying the cool air conditioning engulfing my body as I walked into the bedroom and went for my laptop which sat on a nearby table.

I then turned around towards the bed and once again found myself frozen in place by Gemma’s doing. This time by the image of her lying in the middle of my bed, covered up and asleep.

I was instantly hard again, but had no intention of taking advantage of someone who was unconscious.

Being careful not to wake her I slowly lifted the blankets and discovered she was also nude, my eyes spontaneously sending the message through my brain and to my blood-engorged cock, which twitched a couple of times in reaction.

I slid in beside Gemma, turned on my laptop, and tried to ignore the obvious.

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It had been forty-eight hours since I last checked my email, and although I had told everyone in my inner circle that my vacation was going to be an actual vacation, away from the around-the-clock hustle of film production, I still had over a hundred emails waiting for my attention,

As which was always the case, I sought out messages from my agent first, since he was the one who handled the day-to-day offerings of potential projects I might be interested in.

He had sent three urgent messages, one right after another to get my attention, all with the subject in bold caps reading, SOUNDTRACK.

One of the major film studios was offering me the opportunity to do my first musical feature film. They were well aware of past offers I had declined around town throughout the years, and were prepared to offer me the one thing I would never compromise. My artistic freedom of final draft for the script and final cut of the film, in addition to backend percentage of the film’s gross profits

The soundtrack was attached to the email, the majority of the songs by the artist who would also star in the film.

If I chose to accept this project I’d treat it like any other, combining muse, music, and mind for the visuals that would play out in my head.

The only thing different would be writing out the scenes that linked the musical numbers together, which I knew would organically come about as a result of that first stage of creating.

As I clicked download I couldn’t help but think that the muse was already in the palm of my hand, lying right beside me and waiting to become a woman.

My mind began to drift, thinking back on the vision I had had in the alley. Gemma picking the pearl from the open clam and placing it in the palm of my hand.

The distant foreign music that had been playing in the background, acting as a soundtrack to an introduction neither of us could have known the significance of.

Not that long after breaking into the industry I had developed some new habits, such as wearing headphones nearly everywhere I went to continuously listen to whatever song I was serving at any given time. To replay the video in my head over and over again so when shooting was underway it flowed with the precision of my direction. There were many things I utilized from my previous life as well, like listening to recordings while sleeping. Some involved factual content, while others were directly linked to projects I worked on.

Either way, it was always about following my gut, and right now my instinct was telling me to play the film soundtrack with Gemma in my arms

With download complete I hit continuous play, placed the open laptop on the nightstand, and turned off the light.

She roused a bit and looked up at me, her smile illuminated by the laptop’s LCD screen.

She nuzzled up against my chest, and in so doing I brought my arm up over her back. Within moments she had returned to unconscious breathing, and I closed my eyes as well, to the music playing us to sleep.

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I was dreaming of the pearl, its smoothness rolling around in tiny circles as it balanced atop the surface of