The Pleasure of M (25 page)

Yours
 always,
 
Michel”
 
“Good
 morning,
 dearest.
 

Thank
 you
 for
 affirming
 that
 my
 stories
 continue
 to
 have
 my
 desired
 effect.
 And
 just
 
as
 you
 are
 turned
 on
 by
 those
 sexual
 situations,
 I
 too
 am
 very
 aroused
 by
 thoughts
 
of
 you
 taking
 your
 cock
 into
 your
 hand
 and
 bringing
 yourself
 to
 orgasm.
 I
 might
 like
 
to
 have
 further
 details.
 For
 instance,
 are
 you
 standing,
 sitting,
 reclining?
 Where
 are
 
you
  when
  you
  take
  your
  cock
  out
  of
  your
  pants
  to
  reveal
 your
 hot
  erection?
  What
 
specifically
  did
  you
  think
  about
  the
  other
  morning
  when
  you
  sought
  to
  ease
  the
 
hardness
 of
 your
 phallus?
 Was
 it
 thoughts
 of
 my
 fingers
 probing
 my
 cunt...
 or
 was
 it
 
the
  vision
  of
  how
  you
  would
  plunge
  your
  erect
  member
  into
  the
  warm
  and
  wet
 
chamber
 which
 awaits
 you?
 

Yours
 in
 lust,
 
Catherine”
 
When
 they
 next
 spoke,
 Michel
 tried
 once
 again
 to
 assuage
 Catherine’s
 curiosity.
 

“I
 generally
 masturbate
 while
 sitting,
 and
 will
 only
 do
 so
 lying
 down
 if
 I
 am
 already
 
in
 bed
 before
 the
 need
 takes
 over”
 

 

“Do
 you
 think
 of
 it
 as
 a
 need?”
 she
 asked
 a
 tad
 hesitantly.
 

“Actually
  no,
  not
  at
  all.
  I
  try
  very
  hard
  not
  to
  confuse
  desire
  and
  need.
  One
  needs
 
only
 shelter
 and
 food,
 to
 a
 large
 extent.
 The
 rest
 is
 creature
 comforts
 that
 I
 feel
 are
 
so
 important
 that
 I
 tend
 to
 think
 of
 them
 as
 required,
 but
 truly
 it
 is
 a
 luxury
 to
 think
 
in
 such
 a
 way.
 I
 believe
 that
 men
 who
 speak
 of
 ‘need’
 in
 the
 sexual
 realm
 are
 liars,
 
though
  there
  are
  admittedly
  a
  couple
  of
  medical
  conditions
  that
  can
  have
  some
 
strange
 symptoms,
 but
 they
 are
 extremely
 rare.”
 

“That
 was
 a
 mouthful!”
 

“It’s
 just
 that
 I
 feel
 nauseated
 when
 I
 hear
 a
 guy
 say
 that
 ‘a
 man
 has
 needs’.
 A
 man
 
has
  desires
  and
  it
  would
  be
  foolish
  not
  to
  understand
  that.
  But
  a
  man’s
  desires
 
should
  never
  trump
  a
  woman’s
  welfare.
  But
  back
  to
  the
  topic
  at
  hand:
 
masturbation.”
 

“Yes!
 
 So
 where
 do
 you
 do
 it?”
 
“Most
 often
 at
 my
 desk,
 at
 home,
 usually
 late,
 when
 everyone
 in
 the
 house
 is
 asleep.”
 
“At
 your
 desk?
 Is
 that
 comfortable?”
 

“Oh
 yes,
 really.
 I
 have
 one
 of
 the
 fancy
 office
 chairs,
 so
 I
 can
 recline
 the
 seat
 back,
 tilt
 
the
  sitting
  plane,
  stick
  my
  feet
  on
  the
  desk
  and
  go
  for
  it.
  Plus,
  the
  internet
  is
  an
 
appropriate
 aid,
 and
 my
 computer
 is
 on
 my
 desk.”
 

“Oh,
 the
 internet…”
 
“…
 said
 she
 with
 the
 vibrator
 and
 Astro-‐glide…”
 
“What
 does
 that
 have
 to
 do
 with
 the
 internet?”
 

“We
 all
 find
 our
 stimulations
 where
 we
 can,
 I
 don’t
 see
 why
 one
 method
 would
 be
 
superior
 to
 the
 other.”
 

“But
 mine
 does
 not
 involve
 looking
 at
 other
 men.”
 
“So
  you
  don’t
  need
  visual
  aids,
  but
  you’re
  not
  going
  to
  tell
  me
  that
  you
  fantasize
 
about
 your
 husband
 when
 you
 masturbate.”
 

“I
 think
 about
 you.”
 

“Ah,
  I’m
  at
  a
  slight
  disadvantage
  here.
  I
  don’t
  want
  to
  be
  sounding
  untoward,
  but
 
surely
  there
  have
  been
  times
  that
  you
  masturbated
  while
  you
  were
  not
  having
  an
 
affair,
 or
 before
 that
 ever,
 uh,
 happened.”
 

Catherine
 let
 the
 silence
 hang
 in
 the
 air
 a
 little
 bit
 before
 she
 replied.
 
“You’re
 right,
 you
 are
 at
 a
 slight
 disadvantage…”
 

She
 then
 gracefully
 allowed
 him
 to
 tactfully
 shift
 the
 topic
 of
 discussion
 which
 in
 fact
 
quickly
  whimpered
  out,
  and
  the
  exchange
  lingered
  with
  her
  all
  day.
  At
  first
  she
 
thought
 that
 she
 was
 upset
 because
 she
 had
 been
 pushed
 a
 little
 too
 far
 by
 Michel
 
and
  his
  fabled
  honesty.
  As
  the
  hours
  went
  by
  she
  realized
  that
  there
  was
  another
 
reason
 and
 that
 she
 in
 fact
 felt
 bad
 about
 how
 she
 had
 handled
 the
 topic.
 After
 all,
 
she
  had
  initiated
  the
  conversation
  and
  there
  was
  no
  reason
  that
  she
  should
  have
 
gotten
 testy
 as
 she
 had
 with
 Michel.
 That
 evening,
 after
 thinking
 for
 the
 flash
 of
 an
 
instant
 that
 she
 had
 just
 seen
 Michel
 in
 the
 tavern
 where
 she
 was
 having
 an
 after-‐
work
  drink
  with
  friends
  even
  though
  he
  was
  thousands
  of
  miles
  away,
  she
  found
 
herself
 staring
 at
 the
 mirror
 behind
 the
 bar
 and
 asking
 herself
 “What
 would
 Michel
 
do”
 and
 this
 made
 her
 smile
 broadly
 at
 the
 notion
 that
 he
 would
 enjoy
 the
 irony
 of
 
her
 thought.
 And
 so
 she
 pondered
 at
 length
 the
 discomfort
 she
 had
 felt
 at
 him
 asking
 
about
 whom
 she
 thought
 of
 when
 she
 masturbated
 and
 slowly
 came
 to
 understand
 
that
  what
  truly
  bothered
  her
  was
  not
  the
  answer
  to
  his
  question
  but
  rather
  the
 
immediate
 implication
 that
 her
 answer
 would
 have
 had.
 But
 this
 was
 silly,
 drenched
 
in
  prejudice
  and
  guilt
  of
  a
  type
  that
  her
  relationship
  with
  Michel
  was
  supposed
  to
 
have
 cast
 away,
 so
 she
 wrote
 to
 him
 the
 following
 morning.
 

“Dear
 Michel,
 

 

 It
 was
 wonderful
 to
 speak
 to
 you
 yesterday,
 although
 the
 time
 does
 just
 fly
 by.
 So
 
much
 to
 say
 and
 so
 little
 time
 to
 say
 it!
 

 My
  husband
  and
  I
  did
 manage
  time
  for
  lovemaking
  last
  night
  after
  a
  fabulous
 
concert
 (Jazz
 Impressions
 of
 the
 Beatles).
 You
 were,
 of
 course,
 on/in
 my
 mind
 as
 I
 
came.
  As
  he
  drifted
  off
  to
  sleep,
  I
  thought
  more
  about
  our
  conversation,
  about
 
masturbation
  but
  more
  importantly
  about
  male
  versus
  female
  perspective
  on
  the
 
sexual
 act.
 For
 men
 it
 is
 often
 SEX,
 pure
 and
 simple.
 You
 are
 driven
 by
 your
 cock
 to
 a
 
most
  natural
 and
  assured
  conclusion.
  (OK,
  maybe
  not
  always
  a
  'given'.)
 If
 
circumstances
 are
 right,
 you
 
will
 
climax.
 A
 big
 part
 of
 my
 arousal
 takes
 place
 in
 my
 
mind.
 Let's
 face
 it
 -‐
 I
 have
 made
 love
 with
 my
 husband
 hundreds
 of
 times
 and
 there
 
is
  little,
  if
  any,
  mystery,
  remaining.
  Lovemaking
  has
  fallen
  into
  a
  fairly
  predictable
 
routine
 as
 to
 how
 it
 progresses.
 I
 just
 realized
 that
 I
 often
 have
 my
 eyes
 closed.
 Do
 I
 
do
 that
 in
 order
 to
 enhance
 my
 fantasizing?
 This
 is
 why
 fantasy
 plays
 such
 a
 huge
 
role
 in
 sexual
 satisfaction
 for
 me.
 I
 know
 my
 husband's
 body
 way
 too
 well
 and
 I
 can't
 
say
 there
 is
 much
 about
 it
 that
 really
 turns
 me
 on
 anymore.
 
But
  you,
  on
  the
  other
  hand,
  fascinate
  me.
  I
  imagine
  asking
  you
  to
  show
  me
  your
 
cock,
 asking
 your
 permission
 to
 touch
 it
 and
 explore
 its
 contours.
 I
 want
 to
 see
 how
 
it
 reacts
 to
 the
 feel
 of
 my
 breath,
 my
 hair,
 my
 breasts,
 my
 tongue.
 How
 long
 will
 it
 
take
  for
  you
  to
  grow
  to
  your
  full
  length?
  I
  want
  you
  to
  retract
  your
  foreskin
  and
 
display
 for
 me
 the
 quivering
 tip.
 That,
 my
 dear,
 will
 be
 a
 moment
 that
 will
 carry
 me
 
through
 many
 a
 cold
 winter
 night!
 

Enough
 musing
 for
 one
 night.
 Since
 I
 am
 home
 alone
 tonight,
 I
 stopped
 at
 the
 library
 
and
 borrowed
 'Dangerous
 Liaisons’.
 Another
 topic
 for
 future
 conversation.
 

Fondly,
 
Catherine”
 

Michel
  rightly
  perceived
  from
  her
  message
  that
  she
  was
  open
  to
  having
  the
  topic
 
brought
 up
 again
 but
 that
 it
 would
 not
 be
 easy
 for
 her
 and
 that
 she
 left
 it
 up
 to
 him.
 
He
 did
 not
 hesitate
 long.
 

“Dear
 Catherine,
 

hard
  to
  think
  somehow
  that
  it
  is
  already
  coming
  on
  December.
  The
  month
  for
 
obvious
  reasons
  has
  strong
  resonance
  for
  me.
  It
  is
  a
  melancholy
  time,
  though
  that
 
has
 been
 attenuated
 in
 recent
 years
 by
 the
 presence
 of
 my
 son.
 We
 went
 on
 a
 little
 
hike
 today,
 on
 a
 trail
 overlooking
 the
 Santa
 Monica
 bay
 from
 1200
 feet
 and
 we
 dug
 
some
  fossils
  out
  from
  the
  hillsides
  as
  the
  sun
  gleamed
  on
  the
  ocean
  with
  blinding
 
force.
 

Sincerely,
 
Michel
 

PS:
 if
 there
 are
 still
 questions
 to
 which
 I
 owe
 answers,
 would
 you
 be
 kind
 enough
 as
 
to
  refresh
  my
  memory,
  and
  if
  not
  perhaps
  find
  some
  more.
  We
  need
  to
  discuss
  at
 
greater
 length
 I
 think
 the
 theme
 of
 fantasy.”
 

There
  was
  an
  unmistakable
  resolve
  to
  his
  tone
  but
  she
  knew
  also
  that
  he
  would
 
tolerate
 an
 easing
 into
 things,
 and
 she
 opened
 the
 door
 a
 bit
 ajar
 at
 first.
 While
 their
 
next
  conversation
  held
  little
  on
  the
  topic
  of
  fantasy,
  she
  wrote
  that
  same
  evening.
 
She
 had
 a
 few
 days
 earlier
 told
 him
 that
 his
 finding
 porno
 magazines
 in
 his
 father’s
 
nightstand
  as
  a
  kid
  was
  a
  powerful
  image
  and
  decided
  to
  give
  a
  response
  to
  him
 
mentioning
 that
 there
 was
 nothing
 in
 his
 nightstand.