Excerpt
Im writing my diary with no intention of revealing my sexual experiences. But, sex is the driving force in life. To write a sexless diary leaves shopping trips. The highest dignitaries governing countries and the ignorant savages are motivated by sexual desire. One Englishman gave up the throne for a woman. My fetish was caused by a porn bondage film. Bill and Gladys thought they had it hidden; I was nearly fifteen. It was about a breathtaking handsome pirate who tied a girl in his cabin. He made love to her tied all kinds of exciting ways. I wished I was his girl.
Seducing a man in New York instead of California has less risk of him learning my identity. They all try to find me, but so far my ruse has kept my identity secret.
I stroll beaches or parks to find an eligible man sitting on a bench deep in thought. Usually they have a dilemma theyll share if I act sympathetic and get them talking. Reclusive people really want to tell someone their troubles. It takes a special demeanor to gain their confidence. It is usually successful to bemoan an imaginary problem first. If they dont rise to the bait they are so self centered theyd be lousy lovers. I take off and look for someone else.
I dress in my short red velvet muu muu that is thin enough to be slinky and I wander the park for an hour. Friday evidently isnt a good day for everyone is hustling to get away for the weekend. I am walking to leave the park when I see him. He is seated on a bench with his hands clasped behind his head and staring up at the clouds or maybe the seagulls. I sit beside him and he doesnt look over.
I say, I wish I could enjoy this nice day.
He turns, quickly appraises Im a fat woman in a muu muu and asks, Why not?
Decent men dont find me attractive. Never ask for a date and Im lonesome.
You have an extraordinarily beautiful face.
Thank you. Im really disillusioned right now. A man I liked invited me out to dinner and I thought he was going to court me. Hed be my first date. But he cut me off. He was married and his wife learned he had made a date with me.
Youre lucky. He was a no good bastard and youre well rid of him.
Are you married? I dont wish to pry. Youre friendly and so good looking.
He laughs. Thank you. No, Im not married. I was to be married. Bluntly, I caught the girl I was to marry in my bed with an Atlas. In my house. Jesus, our wedding invitations had been mailed. I couldnt forgive her and we broke off amiably.
How long ago?
Coming up five months.
Havent you a new girlfriend?
He smiles. No, Ive just thawed out. Ill start dating again. Im Brad Gordan . Im an investigator for Faithbond, a New York Insurance Corporation. I live in an apartment here, but own a home is in California.
I lie, Im Doris Thompson. He appears to be the perfect male I need for a one night affair. Good looking and hadnt slept around. I look at his smiling blue eyes and trim-cut wavy black hair and I flip. Hes the pirate of my fantasy. Hes the man I wish to marry. Bill said if I find a man who measures up go after him: be sexually attractive.
I boldly ask, You ever have sex with a fat girl?
The surprise on his face evaporates into a grin. No, Doris, I havent. Are you propositioning me?
For two hours of sex youll never forget.
I have to say, no. I just wouldnt be, uh, you know, capable of performing.
I understand. Brad, Im embarrassed to ask I havent anyone to ask. I have a bee stinger in my butt and I hate to go to Emergency to have it removed. Would you pull it out? It keeps paining me. We can go behind the bushes.
Sure. Best to get it out. Stingers do keep stinging.
We go behind the bushes where we cant be seen. I never wear anything under my muu muus when Im out to seduce a man. I pull the muu muu off over my head and stand naked, bent over with my back to him.
He knows a bee hasnt stung me. He says, Holy shit! Turn around.
I turn around and he ogles me not sure what to do. I like he respects me, though Ive given him an erection. He needs encouragement so I wink. He springs to action. I dont know hes especially excited as he thinks Im a virgin. Im grabbed, hugged and kissed and pushed away to be admired and pulled back for kisses. He gets up the nerve to fondle me and after a minute I stop him. Im turned on, but dont wish to have sex in the park. I push him away and say, Not here.
He asks, Why do you wear a muu muu? Doris, you have the most breathtaking figure Ive ever fantasized. I cant believe youre real.
I explain how muu muus keep the undesirable from hitting on me. But I like to be kissed.
My God! Just kissed? I want you. Im in love with you.
Im excited. I ask Brad, How about two hours of sex in the hotel? Im hoping hell want to marry me right after.
Two hours? I seriously want a hundred years.
My heart beats faster. Hes talking of marrying me and I strongly hope it occurs. Right now he doesnt care if Ive been a call girl. Im naked, desirable beyond his dreams and available. I worry that after sex more sober thoughts of marriage will have to be considered.
He stuns me. Says, Lets fly to Las Vegas right now and get married.
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