Page 22 of I’m Fine Save Me (The Spiral Duet #1)

Chapter sixteen

Morgan

One Month Later

I nsomnia is one of the worst curses to a human being. We were not meant to be awake at all hours of the night borrowing tomorrow’s problems or fixating on the mistakes of yesterday.

I’m lying here with my wife sleeping soundly beside me. I’m never a jealous man until I’m wishing for sleep and she’s out like a light. I can’t be mad at her about it, but dammit I can be mad that sleep eludes me.

Finally accepting defeat, I quietly climb out of bed and head downstairs to my home office. Maybe the creative juices will flow and quiet my brain enough for me to go back to bed and actually rest before work.

I joined a Discord server a few weeks ago that had a very enticing world description that instantly drew my attention.

As a guy who loves games like Elder Scrolls and Dungeons and Dragons, I was instantly drawn to the fantasy setting.

There was a character sheet supplied with the instruction to develop a character that was not overpowered.

They needed the ability to enter a world to either wreak havoc or instill balance in a place that was on the brink of war.

I read through the rules of the server and agreed, as they seemed pretty straight forward. I set into creating a character that I had written and played many times before in less structured settings.

While I’m not the type to sit down and write a book, I can certainly engage in an intriguing scene. When the rules stated that players could write sexual scenes in the open chat or take it to private messages, I was sold.

My wife and I have an open marriage. She’s not a very sexual person and I am. It’s about the only place in life where we aren’t very compatible. Some might say that’s a pretty good reason not to be married, but I like the balance of our partnership.

She is a great mother to our kids, and a great partner in every other area of life. We just don’t mesh well in the bedroom unless our timing clicks. That’s a rare occurrence and we both agreed that it was better to seek out satisfaction in that area outside of our marriage.

We have our boundaries, and we each respect them.

She would rather I keep my encounters to digital escapades until she’s comfortable with me doing more.

I’m happy to give her that concession, though I still encourage her to date.

She’s not a computer person and finds it fascinating that I’m able to connect with people through a digital medium to the point I can find sexual satisfaction.

I tried a few times to get her to be involved in these different forums and chats, but she just didn’t get it. To each their own, of course, but it was fun to at least get her to try.

Sitting here and booting up the server, I see one little green light lit up that makes me smile. The character’s name is Rissa and that’s what the user goes by for me. She’s never given me her real name, though I’ve tried chatting with her a few times on the side.

I like to get to know people who are very good with words, and fuck is she good with words.

The server owner likes to take up a lot of her time in the main chat, so it makes it difficult to set up stories or even personal chats with her.

She’s not as sloppily devoted to his attention as others he writes with though.

It’s an observation I’ve made over the last few weeks. While she’s quite the wordsmith, who writes some convincingly hot scenes, she’s not tripping all over his every word of praise like his co-owner’s characters seem to do.

The man seems to have built a harem around his one, quite powerful character; and I can tell that the writer of the sexy little winged elf with a sassy attitude doesn’t like how possessive he is.

He doesn’t like for his harem to give their attention to anyone else.

So either the writer herself is a brat who likes to test limits, or she’s still figuring out what the limits are and how far she can push.

Rissa never initiates sexual scenes with characters that aren’t the owner, but she does write flirty dialogue. She’s fast to quip back at an innuendo with one of her own, and it is entertaining as fuck to witness.

The one time I attempted an interaction with her, she popped up into a private message to warn me that we couldn’t cross the line past flirting.

She was so happy to banter with me and intertwine plot lines for the overarching story;, but was very clear that there would be no funny business between our characters.

I’ve respected that boundary, but fuck have I had fun testing the limits of flirting and banter. Tonight it seems that she’s in the room alone. Perhaps she’s a fellow insomniac and needs a distraction.

Demon

Good evening, Pretty Bird. How are you tonight?

Rissa

Oh hey, Demon. I’m doing alright, and yourself?

Demon

I’m alright as well. Are you up for a scene tonight?

Rissa

You know he’ll steal me away as soon as he logs on if he does…

I smile at that and shake my head. I know what she means.

The asshole will come in and piss all over the place like he’s marking his territory, derailing any hope we have of building something plotwise.

While I was looking for something full of smut and kink, being woven into her web of words is just as fulfilling as a scene induced orgasm.

Demon

If he interrupts, we can just continue in DMs and keep logging our time. You know I get a kick out of pressing his buttons anyway. *Smiles*

Rissa

*Chuckles* Yes, I know you enjoy whipping it out for the dick measuring contest, even though both you boys are pretty.

Her teasing is refreshing, even though we’re talking about just how leashed she is by the person who could ban us both from the forum. Rissa has put in even more time than I have, and built up a character that one could base an entire series on.

Demon

We both know I’d win that contest. *Winks*

Rissa

I know no such thing.

Demon

I’ll send you a totally solicited Dick Pic and you can be the official judge.

Rissa

*Cackles* Totally solicited? Shall I scroll back to find where exactly I solicited such a thing, Demon?

Demon

Oh it was all in the subtext, Pretty Bird. I’m fluent in subtext, didn’t I tell you?

Even out of character she banters like she was made for it. It all flows so easily and she just seems like a happy individual, who is totally within her element. It’s a joy to watch and participate in when we can be like this.

Rissa

You’re trouble. What shall we write tonight before we get interrupted?

And just like that, we’re off to tangling up a demon and elf in witty banter about the brewing war of the preset fantasy world.

With my character being the newcomer and hers having acclimated after being there for some time, it’s very easy to develop a scene of her educating him about the ins and outs of the world in which they’ve found themselves.

There’s innocent flirting, drinking, eating, and greeting lurkers who come into the chat but do not interact much before leaving again.

Before I know it, hours have passed and my insomnia is no longer the thing keeping me awake.

It’s interacting with her.

It’s watching her create paragraphs of colorful descriptions; and writing out a process of making a famous dessert that took her character several failed attempts to create perfection on a plate.

It’s all simple, nonsensical whimsy, but it lures me into the creative talent that the writer behind the screen has.

It makes me want to know the person weaving together sentences in such a way that I can taste this fictional dessert without even knowing half the ingredients she listed to put it all together.

I’m a thirty seven year old man who can’t sleep, and I’m being thoroughly seduced by a stranger on the internet.

A stranger who possesses the writing talent of my favorite fantasy author.

My biggest concern? What if this stranger on the internet isn’t a woman at all?

Fuck, that would thoroughly suck. While I’m not against writing and creating with a man writing a female character, I would be a bit less tempted and far less mesmerized.

Rissa definitely doesn’t give off that vibe in our private chats though.

By the time he enters the chat, we’re already winding down our scene anyway. She sends me a private message to let me know she’s getting tired and I can feel exhaustion creeping into my bones as well.

The only reason I had continued to fight the pull of sleep that had finally arrived, was because I was so caught up in writing with her.

Demon

Have a good night, Pretty Bird.

Rissa

You too, dear. Sleep sweet. 3

I leave the chat open but go invisible while logging my time on the experience log. The hours spent writing actually earned me a new level, so I spend some time upgrading my character while keeping an eye on the exchange in the main chat.

Of course, the owner went into immediate possessive mode. I watch their in character exchange where the dragon shifter commandeers his lovely elf to take her back to his home to ravish her.

They’re sliding into DMs or…

I smile a few minutes later when her username goes offline. He just had to do a few posts to show everyone that sees the chat history she’s still very much his; even if she has a perfectly innocent interaction with someone else.

I have to laugh, otherwise I would get angry for her.

She’s so far above his own literary capabilities. Hell… she surpasses my own creative talent, and he obviously knows that her talent is superior. He wouldn’t feel threatened by someone else giving her attention otherwise.

With that thought, I log out of everything on my laptop and lean back in my desk chair, reaching inside my sweatpants to squeeze my growing erection.

We might not have written a sexual scene, but I can easily fantasize about those keyboard welding fingers and sassy mouth doing so many other wicked things…