Portrait of a Lesbian

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Two hundred and forty days.

That's how long my publisher had

been waiting for my next novel.

I'd been given an unexpected celebrity status

early last year when my novel...

..."A Carnal Mind" won a myriad of

meaningless literary awards.

But wasn't in the mindset to enjoy it.

I'd struggled with the book, and its provocative

content had subverted my mind.

I found myself thinking more perversely now,

my new novel was about a woman who

had always been unresponsive to sex.

She had never fantasised,

she had never enjoyed it,

and all experiences of sexual relations

had left her feeling empty,

as a result she'd become sexually

and emotionally numb.

But strangely I was feeling more and more

like I was writing about myself.

I didn't want to be around Annabel

to finish this thing.

We'd got married the previous

summer in Amsterdam...

...and although we had an intensely

sexual relationship...

...I didn't want her to be with me...

...as I delved into the deviant

recesses of my mind.

Santa Lucia was a 300 km drive from the city.

My ex-girlfriend owned a cabin there...

...and I knew I'd have peace and quiet

to finish my work.

Kyla was lying on the bed, talking

to her friend Rachel on the phone...

...she was confiding in the woman,

perhaps more than she should've been.

- It's a much bigger problem

than I thought...

- ...I don't know what to do about it.

- Whenever a guy gets

sexually intimate I just freeze.

- I don't know how to relax.

- You can't be serious!

- Do you think I'm frigid?

- You're not sixteen anymore!

You need to put out...

- No, it's not that simple...

- ... and it's not that I don't want it.

- I do. I play with myself sometimes, I just...

I don't know, I can't let a guy do it to me.

- Ahh, I don't know! And I'm thinking about

sex all the time, I'm so frustrated!

- Listen, why don't I come around

tomorrow and we can talk about all this.

- Okay, cool, I'll see you here.

But make it very early afternoon.

- I have a student at 4 o' clock.

Another brat needs to learn arithmetic.

- We'll be finished by then baby,

don't worry.

- Cool. Bye bye!

the next day...

- Coffee?

- You got anything stronger?

- Stronger?

- That's a good idea.

- So how's the teaching?

- Good, but some of the girls are spoiled.

It's stressing me out.

- Yeah, I went to see a doctor...

...they gave me these pills for stress,

anxiety, they help me relax.

- Here's to stress!

- Cheers!

- Well, here's to your health!

- Are you sure it's okay

to take these with vodka?

- Why not?

- It can't be good for you!

- It's fine. They'll work better. The doctor

said to keep doing things that relax me.

- Ah! So they prescribed vodka?

- Last time I mixed pills and booze

I almost passed out!

- You should be careful!

- Whatever.

- Good stuff, huh?

- Yeah, it loosens you up!

- That's what I was telling you,

a few drinks and you'll want...

- ...any guy to wriggle around

and cum on you!

- Isn't that what you want?

- No, me! I want to come.

- Oh, that's easy.

- Is it?

- You play with yourself yeah?

- I do. But I'd rather someone else do it.

I just want a hard f***!

- I feel like a horny teenager.

As she began telling her story, a warm

blanket of sleep closed in.

Kyla felt it consume her,

so she emraced it.

Rachel's voice was soft and comforting...

...no longer did she feel

the intoxication of pills and booze...

...something new was running

through her veins.

- What?

- Have you even listened to

a word I've told you?

- A single word?

- Which words?

- What did I say?

- You said... that my p*ssy is so...

delicious...like ice cream.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Rise and shine baby.

Time for your orgasm.

- What...are you talking about?

- Your p*ssy was oozing when

I was eating it...

- ...I'm going to give you that f***ing

you've been waiting for.

- Have you gone crazy?

- You've so ready.

- I am?

- I'm not sure this is a good idea.

- Come on, why are you doing this?

- This...

- This is weird...

- This is what you want isn't it?

- You want me to be your lover.

- I...but...no, I...

- Mmm. Your b*obs are warm.

- I love your body! Do you know...

- ...this is my fantasy.

- Stop teasing me.

- Please be gentle.

- You can trust me.

- I trust you, just go slow.

- Don't stop.

- Make me come.

- I can feel it happening. I'm going to come.

- There you go...

- ...that wasn't so hard.

- Do you want me to untie you?

- No, I want you to do it again.

- No, not now. I'm going to leave you here.

- You smell so nice and freshly f***ed.

- I'll untie your arms but you

have to stay on the bed.

- Okay.

- Right.

- You want me.

- No baby. You stay there.

- There's a good girl.

- I'll be back soon.

- You're not really going are you?

- But I want more. Please.

- No, you have to wait.

- Give me more.

- Wait.

- Save that body for me.

- So, goodbye! I have the key.

- I'll keep hold of this!

See you tomorrow.

- I'm still trembling.

- I've never come like that before.

Rachel had awoken a dormant desire,

leaving Kyla aching...

Kyla had been there all night...

...the bed, still soaked in her sex sweat.

Touching herself constantly, all she could think

about was Rachel's return and further pleasures.

- God, I'm so horny.

- I've been waiting so long!

- I can't believe you left me chained here.

- Look at you, you're all wet.

- You've been playing all night?

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