like you to know that the book was one of the most informative and interesting ones I've ever read, and believe me, I read a lot.
I work in a bookstore here in Philadelphia. Your book arrived last week. Our manager, who was very staunchly and religiously brought up, was on vacation, so we all took turns leafing through the book. Our assistant manager (who incidentally is homosexual) told me the book was filthy. I'm seventeen; he's thirty-three. I picked the book up occasionally, halfway on the sly for a few, days, and then last week, I bought it from a “rival” store, because I was too embarrassed to ask if it could be “stripped,” or to write up the sale in the employee discount tablet.
What follows now is a conversation that took place between myself and the other salesperson, Tina, who is twenty-three, married, no kiddies. It took place when we were sort of slow and didn't have anything better to do than stand around and B.S.
Tina : Have we sold any M.S.G. yet?
Me : Yeah, a few, considering we just put them out.
Tina : Hmmm….
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Me : I bought a copy today downtown, 'cause I was a little nervous about buying it here.
Tina : Really? I'd love to read it when you're through. I said it was filthy because Jim [Asst. Mgr.] was there; and I figured he might get upset if I showed an interest…. I was also afraid Mary [Mgr.] might walk in, and I'd REALLY be embarrassed.
So you see, it's something that just about every woman is interested in, although it's probably considered more socially acceptable not to be.
The sexual fantasies I have now occur usually at night when it's quiet, and I have time to elaborate without being interrupted. I'm still a virgin, although I'm not so sure I want to be one that much longer. Just reading your book and thinking about the guy I'm in love with have made me think twice about resisting his advances. He's twenty-five, and really supernice, although I'm not sure if he'll be around much longer, and I'd kind of like my first sexual encounter to be with someone I truly love.
The funny thing is, when I'm dating someone I really care for, I never fantasize about them. It seems rather unfair to fantasize about them when I don't even know if they could live up to my fantasies in real life. I think I’d like to be surprised.
Usually, my thoughts center around a man I find fantastically attractive and very nice, i.e., a customer, a stranger on the street, someone I don't know too well. I can imagine him doing all sorts of things to me, all the things I've ever read about.
And I can respond to him wholeheartedly, because there's no problem about what will happen afterward (he'll probably go away and just leave me totally satisfied). But, of course, what I really want is that these fantasies happen with a man I love.
Boy, when it does happen, I'll be really ready after all these rehearsals in my head! When I meet that man, I can be drunk, stoned, angry, or happy, and so can he but as long as we love each other it will be all right. I suppose this is all because I am a basically insecure person and need to be assured of my attractiveness frequently.
All luck in your next book. We need it! Take care. Peace.
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Penelope
At the end of your book, My Secret Garden , you ask for suggestions, comments, or more fantasies. I'd like to share some of my garden with you.
My earliest memory is when I was probably ten, or eleven.
A friend and I had somehow discovered that her family's electric toothbrush when placed on a certain area, caused mysterious sensations. I didn't know what I was feeling, but I remember always taking the device off me when the extreme tense-ness began. I never continued to what I know now as an orgasm.
Aside from the few weeks my friend and I escaped into the bathroom, I remember nothing sexual until I was fifteen. I was attempting to read Masters and Johnson's Human Sexual Response and asked my mother how to masturbate. She told me, and ever since then, I've enjoyed
I work in a bookstore here in Philadelphia. Your book arrived last week. Our manager, who was very staunchly and religiously brought up, was on vacation, so we all took turns leafing through the book. Our assistant manager (who incidentally is homosexual) told me the book was filthy. I'm seventeen; he's thirty-three. I picked the book up occasionally, halfway on the sly for a few, days, and then last week, I bought it from a “rival” store, because I was too embarrassed to ask if it could be “stripped,” or to write up the sale in the employee discount tablet.
What follows now is a conversation that took place between myself and the other salesperson, Tina, who is twenty-three, married, no kiddies. It took place when we were sort of slow and didn't have anything better to do than stand around and B.S.
Tina : Have we sold any M.S.G. yet?
Me : Yeah, a few, considering we just put them out.
Tina : Hmmm….
70
Me : I bought a copy today downtown, 'cause I was a little nervous about buying it here.
Tina : Really? I'd love to read it when you're through. I said it was filthy because Jim [Asst. Mgr.] was there; and I figured he might get upset if I showed an interest…. I was also afraid Mary [Mgr.] might walk in, and I'd REALLY be embarrassed.
So you see, it's something that just about every woman is interested in, although it's probably considered more socially acceptable not to be.
The sexual fantasies I have now occur usually at night when it's quiet, and I have time to elaborate without being interrupted. I'm still a virgin, although I'm not so sure I want to be one that much longer. Just reading your book and thinking about the guy I'm in love with have made me think twice about resisting his advances. He's twenty-five, and really supernice, although I'm not sure if he'll be around much longer, and I'd kind of like my first sexual encounter to be with someone I truly love.
The funny thing is, when I'm dating someone I really care for, I never fantasize about them. It seems rather unfair to fantasize about them when I don't even know if they could live up to my fantasies in real life. I think I’d like to be surprised.
Usually, my thoughts center around a man I find fantastically attractive and very nice, i.e., a customer, a stranger on the street, someone I don't know too well. I can imagine him doing all sorts of things to me, all the things I've ever read about.
And I can respond to him wholeheartedly, because there's no problem about what will happen afterward (he'll probably go away and just leave me totally satisfied). But, of course, what I really want is that these fantasies happen with a man I love.
Boy, when it does happen, I'll be really ready after all these rehearsals in my head! When I meet that man, I can be drunk, stoned, angry, or happy, and so can he but as long as we love each other it will be all right. I suppose this is all because I am a basically insecure person and need to be assured of my attractiveness frequently.
All luck in your next book. We need it! Take care. Peace.
71
Penelope
At the end of your book, My Secret Garden , you ask for suggestions, comments, or more fantasies. I'd like to share some of my garden with you.
My earliest memory is when I was probably ten, or eleven.
A friend and I had somehow discovered that her family's electric toothbrush when placed on a certain area, caused mysterious sensations. I didn't know what I was feeling, but I remember always taking the device off me when the extreme tense-ness began. I never continued to what I know now as an orgasm.
Aside from the few weeks my friend and I escaped into the bathroom, I remember nothing sexual until I was fifteen. I was attempting to read Masters and Johnson's Human Sexual Response and asked my mother how to masturbate. She told me, and ever since then, I've enjoyed
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