Erato is the closest muse, I'd say, to what I write. If not her, then Calliope. What is it about her that causes her to strike when you're busy with something else? Here I am at work, tired and ornery, when inspiration strikes. And boy, does she strike. I come up with some beautiful wording for a great short femdom story. Evocative. Emotionally intense. It gets my heart pumping at the thought of it! Alas, I have to mess around with fish all day (I know, ha ha. A cat that works with fish.) and I might just lose the perfect wording. I still have the idea, of course, but I need the words in their exact order! If it's lost to me, anything I type up when I get home will be inferior to this, I know.

But I met this muse's challenge and repeated the several paragraphs of wording in my head for several hours straight, which was maddening and made working difficult considering that it was, well, rather hot. But as soon as I'm on break, I get out my pencil and grab some paper and I write this down, not even caring that I'm technically writing porn in the workplace. I refused to let this be lost! I beat you, Erato, and now I have captured the wonderfully refined sadism of my feminine dom! You thought you could best me, but you didn't! At least not this time!

And that's the story of how I wrote porn at work.