Anonymous - Dreaming of Venus

of Life and Love

in Childhood and Youth

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CHAPTER 1

I have described my own sexualexperiences as I remember them. My account may surprise somepeople. Many people believe that sexual enlightenment does notnormally occur at a very young age. I can emphatically confirm thatin my own case it did, and for that I consider myself lucky. Farfrom having any sense of having been abused, my own experiencesfill me with nostalgia for times past.

I have made a point of trying to be asaccurate as possible in telling my story, as well as in recallingmy thoughts at the time and in hindsight. Most of my memories areextremely favorable and nostalgic. I certainly do not regard myselfas having been sexually abused. On the contrary, when writing thisbook, I have trem-endously enjoyed reliving the pleasures of myearly years.

The circumstances of mywriting this book actually occurred as I relate except for writingthe final chapter and editing, which I did at home. I have reportedas accurately as possible the contributions from other members ofour party. I can vouch for the truth of my own experiences, but nottheirs. However, they ring true to me. I know the people quitewell, and their stories fit with their personalities. Althoughtheir stories may seem far out to some readers, they do not gobeyond what I have heard about elsewhere. Its just that mostpeople dont talk about these things so openly

which is what makes this book unusual.I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writingit!

It is hard to imagine a more eroticstimulus than to dream of making love in forbidden ways in a hotcountry. Little did I know that my dreams were to come true, soextravagantly and with so much pleasure.

As a hardworking and sensuallyover stimulated professional male working through a New Yorkwinter, I was finding that my fantasies were making it difficult toconcentrate on my work. My mind was wandering, like a cloud. I wasrelentlessly dreaming of vacations and of creative love-making. Myimagination was constantly igniting irrepressible and insatiabledesires yearning to be gratified. Even with legs crossed to lessenthe flow of blood, a full fledged erection was almostimpossible to suppress. When this happens, I draw my upper lipbehind my front teeth and tease it, as I would the tip of an erectfemale nipple, or the welcoming, wet and writhing warmth of anappreciative clitoris. My pre-coital juices ooze all too copiously.Even with the inner protection of two layers of cotton,tell tale dribbles seep through my suit. When I wear mylight-gray pin-stripe, the obvious visibility of a wet stain is aproblem. Walking around requires special handling. I have to carrymagazines or papers, judiciously, to shield from view the evidenceof my erotic fantasies.

For several weeks I lived through atime of immensely exaggerated sensual stimulation. I was lookingwith special eagerness and directness into the eyes of attractivewomen. To them I was transmitting the sexual energy ofelectro chemical reactions fizzing inside my head. I wasbringing to life in my imagination what I envisioned behind theclothing that shielded every womans nakedness.

My imagination is the locomotive thatdrives my erotic thoughts. I find I am more stimulated when more ishidden. The inner eye of my imagination is more creative than theeye that sees reality. I am especially aroused when I see a womanwho appears to be wearing neither bra nor panties, but who isotherwise dressed in conventional outer clothing. I am deeply movedby the suggestive-ness of the judiciously half-open top that showsthe bra beneath, tantalizing, upholding, revealing and yet notrevealing treasure.

My imagination can also take off whenI think I am getting the point from a suggestive work of art, inany medium. Consider, for example, the frescoes on the ceiling ofthe Sistine Chapel at the Vatican in Rome, completed in 1512 andrecently restored. Pope Julius II commissioned Michelangelo topaint scenes from the Bible. Naturally enough, one of the firstscenes portrays Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. They are bothcompletely naked. Eve is turning her head toward the serpent totake the apple, the forbidden fruit. So far, so good. Look closely,however, and you see that Eve is turning her head away from anideal position for taking Adams penis in her mouth. The only thinklacking from the otherwise obvious blow-job scene is thatMichelangelo has refrained from giving Adam an erection. That wouldhave been rather far out for the interior of a church, howeverlibidinous the age when it was painted. It is enough to imagineAdam and Eve doing their oral sex in the heart of the Vatican, withthe Popes blessing, and to savor Michelangelos scurrilousjoke.

My lascivious speculations do notdetract from my marvelous marriage. On the contrary, I find thatall sexual stimulation enhances it. It makes me more responsive. Itmakes me want to fulfill to the maximum my wifes sensual desires.Mandys mind and mine meet, and so do our sexual desires andattitudes. Mandy also speculates about the attractive men she sees,and she does not begrudge me my speculations. She simply wants usto be sexually honest with each other, which we are. We share, ingeneral terms, the same interests in music, art and literature. Myinterest in music is more adventurous, while hers is more receptiveto innovation in the graphic arts. I work as a financialjournalist. Mandy runs the creative department of a small butsuccessful advertising agency. Her creativity draws and keeps aloyal clientele because her entertaining ads also sell the clientsgoods and services. We both play squash at about the same level. Inwinter we keep fit by playing two or three evenings each week, andsometimes on the weekend.

Mandy is about two inches shorter thanme, at five feet eight inches. She has reddish wavy brown hair downto the shoulders. Her complexion is fairer than mine, possibly aresult of ancient Viking ancestry that so often combines red hairand fair skin. I am darker, perhaps more Celtic or Iberian, and myhair, always trimmed each week to a discreet executive length thatis noticeably longer than West Point, is almost black. I dontthink of myself as particularly attractive or unattractive. Im fitand trim and I dont have any obvious defects. Nor do I have thephotogenic appearance that would put me naturally into showbusiness or politics.

Apart from the meshing of ourpersonalities, I have an insatiable physical adoration for Mandy.Her body, for me, is as near perfection as is achievable. Althougha wide spectrum of physical attributes appeals to me sexually, Ilove Mandys relatively small breasts.. She always says she wouldlike them to be bigger. However, I adore the fact that she has noneed for a bra, and practically never wears one. She also has atight and compact vagina, almost like a young girls.

I have had an active sex life, nowhappily but not restrictively constrained by marriage. I look backwith nostalgia at my experiences. I love almost all sex with almostall women. Physical appearance is extremely important to me, but sois a womans personality, and in many ways even more so. A powerfulpersonality can make up for much in the physical department, and socan sexual skills, as long as I dont have to cope with obesity.Like most men, I have dreams of an ideal womans body. However, Iam adult enough to know the difference between dreams and reality.I have a strong predilection for small breasts that are tight andfirm and make me think of a young girl just passing into puberty. Iam absolutely not a heavy duty breast person who goes forwatermelons. I feel much the same about a womans legs and thighs.I like well-made, slim legs, and I like a neat and compact vagina.Some women have flabby and extended labia. These are not positivefeatures, although they do not disgust me either. I have to confessthat smallness, slimness and youth-fulness are all an immenselypositive come-on. Mandy holds, in the physical department as wellas with her mind, a royal flush.