So, my dearest Clyde.. May 29. 2003
I might as well confess it to you toooooo. If Dia can handle it
you surely can. Remember I got all worked up with that nasty cyberwar
with Ben, That sure made my adrenaline jump up miles.
So while I was furiously hammering
away at the keyboard getting all worked up, the very sexy Ecuadorian
40 year old bricklayer/handyman Ricardo Cesar who is working away
at my roof keeps climbing up and down the stairs and fiddling around
with some bricks in front of my office room, dressed in nothing
more than his hairless bare suntan chest and a pair of sexy worn
out cut off jeans., he has a big black moustache, pitch black thick
curly hair and the whitest of teeth set between a mouth with lips
that are made to kiss and please many women. He is a cheerful young
man, who does not look a day over 30 and is always is singing or
whistling,... even in tune.. his flat ironing board belly starts
looking more delicious by the minute, I have had my eyes on him
for more than a week now...
We talk in quick Spanish and I notice
he has a cute Ecuadorian accent. It gives me a break from the nasty
cyberwar text I am composing as I look up from my keyboard every
once in a while to answer his questions. he found out from his boss
Ignatio that I was a writer of pornographic stories... Did I have
any books in Spanish maybe for him to read. "No... not here" "Could
you give me some advice maybe" "Sure.". "My problem is when I lived
in Ecuador I had many women and in fact I am the father of 4 beautiful
(out come the pics from the back of his pocket, crumpled up in his
old wallet) with 3 different women, but I was NEVER married to any
of them.... (smart guy at least) All kids are in Ecuador, except
his 18 year old son Juan Carlos and at the same time his eye apple
who came to live here in Spain for a while." He wants to bring him
along tomorrow to help him building a new roof., all in Ecuador
except a 17 year old boy he is bringing in tomorrow who came to
visit. He asks for my books in Spanish... "well. senora. my problem
is that I have a huge sexual appetite and No outlet. Since I am
in Spain I once almost made love to a woman, she was an "estrangera"
from Finland, but she got drunk so fast that I did not even want
to make love to her anymore.. My problems is what am I supposed
to do with this perpetual hard on?" "um..." I took another break
from my cyberwar typing... "how about if you took a dip in that
pool you have been looking at so eagerly each time i went in the
water... that'll cool you off"
He was all ears and eagerness, but
as it was still his working hour I said... :later when your companieros
( colleagues) take their midday break and go out to the road restaurant
Venta los Pacos for luncheon. I am sure Paloma ( who has been ogling
him as well) will fix you something to eat if you first come and
swim with me."
He immediately started to work in
twice the speed and took my hand.. as by this time i stood near
the window through which we spoke. "es una maravilla... que guapa
es, Xaviera" ( you are wonderful and how beautiful you are) he said
in a warm melodious voice , for the very first time ... remember
he is my personnel who is building my house..
"how old are you, " I asked him .
"40 anos" "y tu?" "ummmmm. I will be sixty in a couple of weeks"
"que va... non es possible." that cannot be true...
I decided to leave our talk to that
and gestured for him to continue working. I noticed a distinct bump
in his rather tied cutoffs.
A few hours later i was already installed
at the side of the pool and had followed James advice to get an
instant tan by rubbing some ghastly looking orange gook made of
carrots etc. on my face, my legs and shoulders and arms . It would
have to sink in for 10 minutes without going into the water, it
would burn stronger and quicker than anything else and had NO protector
either. In the meantime I had also applied a layer of shocking pink
zink oxyde on my lips so I would not burn my lips, which are the
most sensitive part of my face. All in all I did NOT look like an
oil painting.. but the rest of the body, now that I shed some weight
actually did not look too bad ... spread out all naked on my king
size beach couch. Now.. suddenly while I was half dozing off I hear
Ricardo whistling and there he is. by the side of the pool. as he
removes his t shirt which he had bound around his head like a bandana
against the sweat and then he takes off his slippers, and then..
now he sees that I am all eyes .... he gets down to his.... no not
nakedness, but a neat white bathing suit. clearly showing off his
contours as clearly as Liz Taylors contours were showing off in
the film "on the waterfront."
I tell him to remove all his clothes.
tu puedes desnudar te sin problemas " you may go naked, no problem
" I say, but he is shy and bashful and has good manners so he keeps
on his bathingsuit and starts swimming... a great body and super
good swimmer. I cannot resist all this temptation, and i half wipe
off the pink stuff from my lips.. still some remnants left... and
dive after him and we start racing. He wins, the he slows down and
offers to let me ride on his broad back.. So I do, I rub my naked
crotch against his bare shoulders... my legs around his waist, we
fool around, I swim away, he follows me, we laugh a lot. I always
make a lot of noise and shrieking sounds when I swim in that sublime
pool.. specially when the water is crystal clear.
He comes closer to me , I grab Him
by the hips, he lifts up my face and asks me if he can wipe off
the rest of the pink zinc oxide from my lips and what it is for
anyway ... Before I can say a word he kisses me very deep, his big
bushy moustache even tickles my face, I guide his timid big hands
towards the front of my body and make him cup my tits that look
twice the size in the clear water. Then he bends forward and kisses
each nipple one by one, his face is now wet from the water and our
saliva. My nipples start looking like cherry pips so erect, and
super large . I can feel how wet i am getting and not just from
the pool water . Now I remove the top of his bathing suit and start
kneading his balls and cock with both hands. Lovely comfortable
size prick this man has.. neatly clipped and with a terrific dark
head, eager to be looked after
He is a bit shy, we are still in
the pool for anyone to see us.. When he is about to burst in my
hands or against my legs I take his hand and guide him towards the
staircase of the pool, that leads to some shadowy bit covered by
palm trees that give us cover from the outsiders. "sit there..."
I point him out to sit at the one before last highest step.. and
move closer." He obediently listens and looks like a kid in a candy
store, "Now let me chupar te" ( suck you) I say in a soft voice
as he tries to kiss me again and again.. "But... Nobody has ever
taken that stick of mine in their mouth" he sputters... He sure
never read a penthouse letter I guessed. "and... I add to that..
:" nobody has probably ever swallowed your come either..." I grumble
as I start putting my eager mouth around the tip of his throbbing
cock... which is half in the water and half outside. "i told you
senora...( he must have forgotten my name so mesmerized is the look
in his stunned face) I have not had a woman in three years... it
has been tooooo long. por favor... do with me what you want, I am
your willing victima." et voila... within seconds after devouring
his erect member I could feel his big balls get harder and harder
and the orgasm came spurting out of his cock all over my face and
partially in my mouth. It had been ages since I last tasted come
... kind of bitter and so much I was not prepared for that... So
I, smilingly with my mouth closed however, swam away from him to
then discretely let the rest of his come disappear in the pool.
He quickly got dressed and a few moments later I saw him sitting
down at the terrace of John and Paloma devouring a big steak she
had just fried for him. He sure could use a bit of extra energy.
Seldom have I seen a bricklayer work so hard afterwards ... on the
house that is.
Question to Penthouse..
1. Should I have swallowed his come or does the pool water not really
2, What do I tell my lovely American man whom I adore, but who lives
miles, what.. countries away.. and who, because of distance between
us, and his work, I don't see often enough to stay well serviced...
You see I have at one point even been totally faithful to him for
months... I used to be in a lesbian relationship even for 6 years
before I met this man, but gave that up for him.. though he claims
he does not mind if I continued with her.. but I don't think He
would approve of what I did this afternoon. with another MAN.. as
that to other men obviously represents real competition, Little
does he know that I am in no way intellectually nor emotionally
involved with this Latin lover and as he works for me will probably
leave it at this one time blowjob. 3. I don't consider this real
cheating.. Do YOU??? after all the Ecuadorian bricklayer never penetrated
me though he tried to finger me in the water but his hands were
a bit too rough for my taste... so what did I do for my own relief.??..
I forgot to tell you I rushed inside to the bathroom where I took
my electric toothbrush and used the backside of the brush to masturbate
me.. sure had enough fantasies for days. I think I came as fast
as my latin almost lover. Mind you I did rinse the entire toothbrush
Here is what Clyde's final answer is to all of us.. our audience
on the net.. By the way, I have never had more fun with one silly
email and world wide reactions. this could never have happened ten
years ago before emails existed.. I also had to work hard to regain
Clydes confidence and now realize he is so much more conservative
than you, me or romke or even john... but he is worth holding on
to, and respecting his wishes as he is just a good and honest human
being who wants to keep his new old lady for a very long time ,
all for himself. And.. if you ask me, would I like him to be faithful
to me? Of course I would instantly admit YESSSSSS and in case he
fails I however would rather find out from HIM than through the
grapevine, but even then maybe I too would get very hurt from such
a vivid description.
And here is his final answer, I guess:
Now you silly goose. I am a prize
that has not been taken by any woman. So, you are still in the running.
I will give you a simple test for your actions in the future. If
you are tempted to do something that might cause a problem in our
relationship, ask yourself a simple question, "What would I want
Clyde to do if he were in this situation?" Then, proceed on the
basis of the answer.
The story I told (which, alas, was
not true) followed on the heels of a series of revelations by you
of your fling with Lawrence, an endless series of tails about your
various confidants and admirers giving you massages while displaying
their enormous cocks, and a general hint that you could indulge
all of these people whenever you wanted, and maybe you would if
the mood struck you. I felt the need to give you a taste of how
it felt to receive all of this information, and apparently, it felt
the same way to you as your stories felt to me. My point about all
this is that I do not need to puff up my desirability in order to
make you pay attention to me. And, in case you haven't figured it
out, neither do you.
I found it interesting to see how
many people had such opinionated opinions about our scuffle. What
it all boils down to is that we are all different and we need to
respect that difference and adjust according to our own needs and
desires. I will be happy to embrace all of those people who call
you their friend and even those who are your EX lovers.
If anyone out there knows of an outlet where I can publish the entire
caboodle of all the various emails i have received on this subject
of guilt and fidelity please let me know. There are some great little
answers and suggestions I would like to share with many more than
just you all.
And here at last some frivolous text
by Clyde just received:
I miss you. I am looking forward to singing "Happy Birthday" to
you. I also thought your story was well written. A male writer would
have been even more graphic, I think. Writing excites me because
of its intellectual ingredients as much as what it says. I would
enjoy working up the whole exchange for a magazine.
Watch out for angry cupboards and
attack Yucca plants.
And; here last but not least is the poem Clyde wrote about this
incident and which we use at our lectures, like in Irelan last summer; where I relate this story to the public and then introduce him to
the audience as well:
Green-eyed Monster August 2003
You said, "I spit him out!"
and therefore, you were absolved
as his milky seed
trailed from your lips
into the blue water of your pool.
What you did not see
was the slow swirl of nutrients
growing into the green-eyed monster
coiled to make its quantum leap, 3000 miles,
through the wires of the story that you told.
Up and down the ladder
to your broken roof
in the Spanish sun
the mustachioed man
glistened with sweat
that ran down his body
into the art of your desire
where you had ready
bushel upon bushel
of the forbidden fruit.
And so, you offered it to him
and the old story was told again,
"Eat and die!"
You took his stiffened cock
into your mouth
and told me every detail.
We are gathered here
to test your seduction
against the monster's strength.
Beware! It can transform itself
into a woman or a man.
A quick set of contacts--brown eyes,
shrieking voice--mellow and deep.
The sharp claws
you will not see
until your dripping heart
is speared and raised triumphant
into the smoking air.
Thursday, May 29, 2003, 11:44:18 AM, you wrote:
C> 1. Your story has the ring of a story.
X:what do you mean... it is a fictitious
fantasy ( double I guess) made into a penthouse letter. Of course
I shall in reality put a different name underneath the letter, otherwise
it sounds unreal.
C> 2. Did your fling with Lawrence
have anything to do with my story?
X:I did NOT have a fling with lawrence
this year, remember his mother ha a birthday, he was far away and
had no wheels nor time to come and see me. I cannot call a lifelong
(sine he is 17) once a year Schtumpf (less emotional even than the
ones I have had with Roberto schlosser in Mexico.. as that is a
lifelong Love affair) a fling.. even if it is not emotional.. The
bricklayer... if it had happened would have been a fling or a thing
or a swing...
C> 3. A peccadillo is a peccadillo.
X: explain what exactly is a peccadillo.
Have not got a dictionary at hand.. a lightweight non important
sexual relief thing I guess.. without taking any feelings of love
or passion away for someone like you and me.. Yes.. in that case
I would call this fantasy come true or not a peccadillo.
C> 4. You are a porn star.
X: Never appeared in a movie.. oh yes my
pleasure is my business. Oh I want to hear your voice... right now..
or are you off to school. email me till what time I can call. No..
it is not guilty feelings just somehow arguments get me enormously
horny... John was my master there
C> 5. I am a school teacher.
X: John used to be my master in nastiness..
I don't want that between us, but a bit of jealousy makes me feel
reallllllly gooooood. shows you are also a bit of a protecting mother
goose,. wants all her eggs in her own basket. YOURS.
C> 6. I am not Dia or Romke or any of your
X: Sure know that.. but you are not very
flexible like they have been.. so how about that NEW MAN, and sexual
C> 7. What was your purpose?
X: Is this a questionnaire for some kind
of newspaper publication in Scarsdale. I wanted to provoke and at
the same time make up a great and horny letter as I felt damned
horny. I DID masturbate.. May I please and if you don't mind yes..
there was a fantasy in there about the Ecuadorian but at the same
time I thought strongly of you and me being the naughty girl who
deserves a spanking. You owe me a spanking. O.K.
C> 8. I shall have to think about
X: WHAT.... what is there to think about
for heavens sake. how many hits I get on my bum... come one. Clyde..
I am an almost 60 year old woman, neither you nor I will get that
many opportunities at our age to be flattered by someone so much
younger and sexy.. Unless there are dozens of Lolitas looking for
a father figure where you live.
C> 9. Dinner is not a blowjob.
X: No.. certainly not a blowjob that was
not totally consumed but supposedly is still floating in an imaginary
swimming pool somewhere in fantasy land. wouldn't mind an after
dinner blowjob instead of a mint. with YOU
C> 10. Ha! Ha!
X: Now what is that all about :>
Can you forgive me Master.. for once in a year having had naughty
thoughts.. and written about it. It pays my bills you know. Penthouse
will be delighted with this letter Just dont know how to answer
it. Do you still love me. .. if only a leeeeetle bit.... I certainly
Do.. but by God I better not cheat on you in real life.. and as
I am always dead honest I sure want to know when I step out of the
boundaries of your tolerance. We simply MUST try to be together
more often..I am going NUTS and getting totally sexually frustrated
with this heat on my naked body every day and nobody to DO SOMETHING
ABOUT IT. If only I can get back to the USA and come and be with
YOU on your own ground some more. Blame it on the law and your work
Your humble slave that stepped almost out of line.