“Alexandra.”

The tip of her tongue, enticing and pink, moved from the roof of her mouth to her lower teeth. Her name dripped from her lips. Ukrainian beauty distilled by a generation, blended with California gold; fair skinned, unblemished by the hard sun of the Southern State. Alexandra was a creature of the North; kissed by fog and fern. A wood nymph from the Redwoods.

I met Alexandra, by chance, at her parents home in San Diego over a Fourth of July weekend. I was a friend to her older sister, Katarina.

But that’s a different story.

Katarina warned me in advance, “She’s an Earth Momma- a wild woman. I think she rarely bathes. She never shaves. She’s hot stuff at Humbolt University. I hate her.”

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Chapter I
Up and Coming

“Sandy Jamieson here.”

“Hi Mr. Jamieson. This is Curtis Green from Fairgreen Ford. I’ve good news. The car you’ve ordered- it’s just come in. Our man’s going over it. Can you…”

“I’ll leave the office in fifteen.”

“That’s great. But the car won’t…”

“Thanks Mr. Green. Bye.”

I pressed the com button. “Tina, can you come in here for a moment?”

She brought in her steno pad. “Mr. Jamieson?” She wagged her pencil.

“No memo. I just want to tell you how much I’ve appreciated your efforts over the past year. I wish you all the best on your new job.”

She lowered the pad. God I’ll miss her sweet face. Twenty-two and natural blonde. She reminds me of the front end of my brother’s ’58 Cad.

“Have a seat Tina.”

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Chapter 1
Laura

I am a product of the seventies, when erotic encounters consisted of stolen kisses in darkened rooms while the door remained opened. For me, sex was learned in lazy strokes and in the written word. Xavier Hollander and Penthouse Forum- these were my guidebooks into the world of perfumed mystery that haunted my waking and sleeping thoughts. Over desired and under loved, my right hand grip became a silent weapon.

This explains why I never once dropped a tennis racquet.

Those were the days of crocheted bikinis with bulging bottoms and quivering tops, when girls had long hair scented of musk and patchouli. Hip huggers truly hung on hips, belly buttons were bare and devoid of glitter and metallic bits and we took pleasure in spying the depths of a girls navel. The only women ever seen with tattoos were those who traveled with elephants and clowns. In those days women were not enhanced surgically, but rather with the skill of an airbrush.

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Chapter 3

I closed the bathroom door and flipped on the fan.

Her voice muted, “Sandy- where are you?”

Carly gave me her wicked smile and dropped to her knees. In one swell swoop, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. “Sweat mother of god.”

“Sandy are you in the bathroom?”

“Hi Stace. I’m on the pot. I’m sick. Had to be something I ate.”

Carly’s teeth- she could open a side business as the worlds first orally skilled Mohel.

“Sandy, do you need anything?”

I ran my fingers through Carly’s hair. Her hand crept along my ass. “I want to lie down.” Carly flicked her tongue over my knob in a series of pirouettes. God, if she ever took up yodeling…She lay back and pulled me towards her.

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I am a woman of silk. A woman of satin and pearl.

I surround myself with all that is female and soft and delicate and resides in the world of ethereal darkness. I am the lingering perfume that ravages you in your dreams, and later clings to your lips and tongue as you sit in your little work space and ponder the meaning of life. I am the mystery that haunts the minds of those I pass in street or shop. I am a wraith that walks in shadow, shrouded in black, panty-less. I delve into minds, producing images of silken tongues and ecstatic eyes, racing hearts and late night shouts to a deaf God. I am the reason the dead smile.

In my daily life, a manly man inevitably appears. But I have power. I see the look in his eyes. I hear the smile in the nights voice of his girlfriend or wife as he walks away. Even though I never speak, I know he will fuck her tonight. And the while, think of me.

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Chapter I
Up and Coming

“Sandy Jamieson here.”

“Hi Mr. Jamieson. This is Curtis Green from Fairgreen Ford. I’ve good news. The car you’ve ordered- it’s just come in. Our man’s going over it. Can you…”

“I’ll leave the office in fifteen.”

“That’s great. But the car won’t…”

“Thanks Mr. Green. Bye.”

I pressed the com button. “Tina, can you come in here for a moment?”

She brought in her steno pad. “Mr. Jamieson?” She wagged her pencil.

“No memo. I just want to tell you how much I’ve appreciated your efforts over the past year. I wish you all the best on your new job.”

She lowered the pad. God I’ll miss her sweet face. Twenty-two and natural blonde. She reminds me of the front end of my brother’s ’58 Cad.

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