Breathtaking Eros

I was reading one of my new books, “I’m No Saint” by Elizabeth Hayt. So far, she’s your average sexually promiscuous married (then not-married) woman. I downed a hundred pages of it last night, learning about her marriage to her Prince Charming Charlie, and more specifically their failed sex life. No sparks with them. It went back in the years to her school days, and told of losing her virginity by a form of rape by her boyfriend. Her first few partners were jackrabbits out for only their own good. The poor girl got no pleasure from them. Makes me sick with gladness that Ninja is a far throw from those assholes.

Her sex life looks up, though, as she finds her first partner that’s got brains and talent with his cock. She gets g-spot orgasms and then all of the sudden the story explodes with nonchalant mentionings of, “I gave the dentist head, and got my pussy eaten out behind the bleachers of a game by another random fellow…” and I’m left wondering how such standings occur. She has yet to have explained how she happened to find herself in those situations. That would be an interesting read. The only thing she explained was how she stripped, teased, and allowed a rich old man to masturbate while she did so in front of him. Not exactly my choice of recipiants, I suppose.

One point of interest, however, lies earlier in the book. A friend of hers would come to play at her house, but once the door was closed, she and her friend would masturbate together. What? I’m not the only one? That was quite interesting to read. According to her, she found out how to pleasure herself with a pencil eraser on her clit, through her underwear. The vagina itself was off-limits and uncharted, frightening territory. Right she was!

No, I didn’t honestly believe that I was the only straight girl to have masturbated in the presence of another. But it’s a hush-hush scenario. Ironically, said girl, Rufus, now has proclaimed lesbianism as well as an admitted masculinity. It doesn’t turn all of us into lesbians, however. It happened by accident, and it just continued because there was not much point in pretending it hadn’t happened. Actually, Rufus wanted me to teach her things. She’d never known the word “masturbation” and rarely did it (she didn’t know how, but somehow conquered the bath spout method) never really even looked at herself in the mirror. I was somewhat more exploratative than her and shared my knowledge. I don’t really like to talk about it, I suppose. Not even here, shrouded in anonymity… and here I am, wondering why it’s hush-hush, when I myself don’t elaborate on it.

It was a unique experience, that’s for sure. Perhaps less unique than it seems, and that’s something of a relief. Makes me realize how hazy one’s sex life is, or can be.

She just fucked her contractor. How crazy is that? I’ll go back to reading, now.

Damn, I just finished it. The ending was the most disappointing thing I’ve read in a long time. Ugh!