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all of hers as well.

From the simple to the more complex, we have been relating to

each other in ways that I never thought a woman would ever take me

up on.

For example, after we’d made love in a passionate but fairly

ordinary fashion when she arrived on Friday, Megan and I played

dress up here in the apartment. There is this huge full length mirror in

the main room, which faces the vanity mirror on the opposite wall.

We can look at ourselves in both mirrors and likewise take pictures.

Once, after we had smoked some dope, Megan had me put on her

bra and panties, and she wore my briefs. The pictures we took that

night are really wild.

Viewed from behind, except for the hair on my legs, you wouldn’t

know which one of us is the girl.

With mine and Megan’s 35MM SLR cameras with the self timer,

there is no pose we cannot photograph. And, although Megan is

skittish about taking super-explicit pictures, she has no qualms about

ordinary nudity or the two of us wearing racy costumes.

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Megan let me take this whole black and white series while she

bathed in the claw foot tub in the bathroom. Even though we use

mailers to have our pictures developed anonymously in Minnesota,

Megan prefers to be careful about what we shoot. I sure wish there

was some form of photography better than a Polaroid that solves the

problem of development and give you instant results. Unfortunately,

unless you want to spend years figuring out that whole darkroom

business, you are stuck with only mildly explicit poses.

I know if we had the ability to shoot our own pictures without some

third party being involved, Megan would be happy to let me take

some really exotic shots, pictures we could look at in our declining

years, remember, and say: Ooooohhh. Yeah.

The thing is, I can’t take enough pictures of Megan, she is so

gorgeous. My own perfect blond Barbie doll, except that she has a

mind and personality to belie the looks. Not to mention that she is as

sexy as hell, sleek and slender, my true love.

Last month while we visited Ashland to see the Shakespeare play
A

Midsummer Night’s Dream
, we stopped at McCarley’s Books. It is

on Main Street, between First and Second.

Thousands of paperbacks and hardcover books, many of them

rather unusual. I just had to spring for this one, Tantric Sex

Techniques. A whole set of drawings of couples in various sex

positions were accompanied by a very well written text.

The most interesting were the ones showing Tantric oral sex,

especially the Tantric 69 position. I showed it to Megan and she said

I should buy it, which I did.

Since, then, we’ve been experimenting with Tantric 69ing, a

practice both Megan and I find endlessly amusing. When we do it, we

try to follow the instructions as exactly as possible:

The couple must lie prone, side-by-side, each facing the other’s

genitals, heads resting on pillows for comfort. To do it properly, the

couple in question must be fit and slender.

Using both hands, the woman guides the man’s penis into her

mouth, and gives it a brief sucking, to ensure that the man is at

maximum erection. When this is achieved, she encloses the head of

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his penis loosely between her lips. She is not to move anything except

her tongue, which may continue to caress the head from within.

The man responds by placing his mouth at the entrance of the

woman’s vagina, his nose touching her clitoris, his tongue inside her

opening. He too, should not move his head or mouth, although his

tongue may continue to caress her from within.

The main purpose, the book explains, is to remain in this position

as long as possible without movement other than the tongue caresses.

As the minutes stretch, the couple is supposed to fuse in spirit, each

one becoming the other, experiencing a form of nirvana.

There were testimonials from couples who had tried Tantric 69ing,

with one woman saying:

"Being together like that makes for such an intimate moment,

which you relish even more by becoming one. The next thing you

know, it’s like a thunderbolt."

She’s right, too.

The first time we tried Tantric 69ing, however, we had a minor

"accident."

Megan had my cock in her mouth just like the description says,

using her tongue to tickle the head. My face was lodged in her pussy

at the same time. As the minutes wore on, we became progressively

more excited.

I suddenly realized that I was about to cum. I pulled out of

Megan’s mouth in an attempt to hold off but did so too late.

Before Megan could get the head back in her mouth, I spurted two

or three shots of cum across her cheeks, on her nose, in her hair. She

tried to get me back in her mouth as usual but she was laughing too

hard.

"You spurted all over my face," she said.

"I’m sorry. It kind of got away from me."

We sat up and some dribbled down Megan’s nose.

"Open your mouth," I told her.

Megan opened wide and stuck out her tongue. I wiped the drips

from the tip of her nose and placed them on her tongue like a

communion wafer. Closing her eyes, Megan swallowed.

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When she opened her eyes again, it was with a heavy-lidded, come-

hither look of pure passion.

"Now your turn to swallow," she said.

I stuck out my tongue but kept my eyes open, accepting a string of

cum Megan pulled from her hair, again like a communion wafer. I

swallowed it and we laughed and laughed.

Is she ever wonderful.

When we go out for drinks and dinner, she dresses in these

exceptionally attractive outfits. My personal favorite is this form-

fitting black top she wears with a floral print skirt that features a

scarlet-purple and black pattern. She is just riveting to look at in it,

what with her contrasting golden-blond hair.

She looks like a fucking model.

Fuck. She is a fucking model. But more than that, she’s smart and

has that rarest of feminine qualities, good sense.

The truth is, I’m cockeyed in love with her, and, from the moment I

first put my penis in her last September 8th, I have been in love with

her, despite my outbursts to the contrary during several uncertain

times.

The other guy, her husband. What a fucking dolt. He never had a

clue about what he had. Not enough imagination, I guess, a quality I

possess in abundance.

Megan confessed to me that he would never eat her pussy, and was

kind of lukewarm about sex anyhow. I have no regrets about stealing

her away from him.

She is the love of my life.

We are two slender, slinky blond kit-kats, making love every

chance we get. No part of her body (and I mean that literally) have I

left unexplored with fingers, cock, or tongue.

I am the Magellan, the Captain Cook, the intrepid explorer of

Megan’s body. Everything about her I love, desire, and literally

adore. We need no one else. The world is simply a backdrop to our

love. The restaurants, dance clubs, museums, parks, stores, and

theaters we haunt exist in the temporal world solely for us.

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The city of Portland is our playground, something occupy us when

we are not making love. Nothing exists save to reflect ourselves in

the world.

Although Tantric 69ing and various other exotic sex positions

supply us with gourmet delights, Megan’s favorite sex position, by

far, is the one we usually indulge in before we go to sleep. It consists

of us lying on our sides, me behind Megan, my cock way up inside

her. My right arm slips underneath, in the hollow of her waist, my

finger on her button.

My left hand is free to play with her nipples. It’s a fairly

comfortable position too, because she weighs hardly anything.

We can go a really long time if we want to, Megan having what

seems like a million orgasms, but is probably one long continuous

climax, with a few breathers in between.

And I know at the same time that this wouldn’t be anywhere near as

fun for me if I didn’t love this woman with all my heart. Megan is a

gift for which I am eternally thankful.

Ever since we agreed to begin living together as soon as practically

possible, I’ve also been going down on Megan every chance I get.

She spreads her legs and opens herself to my tongue like a little

flower.

Then tenderly, patiently, I attend her, tongue and lips ever busy at

her cute little nest. As soon as we start living together, I intend to go

down on Megan at least every day, and probably twice on Sundays,

when we are more relaxed and have leisure time. There is no man

more thrilled than yours truly to kiss, lap, lick, and suck a woman’s

sweet pussy as I am Megan’s. I love applying my tongue to her soft

lips.

Along with our experiments in Tantric oral sex, we’ve moved into

more familiar but no less pleasurable territory. When we 69, I also

like to have Megan on top, so she can comfortably sit on my face

while I recline with my tongue way up inside her.

This morning, Megan checked around for her diaphragm and

discovered she had forgotten to put it in last night. I know we did it

once before we slept and again first thing this morning. It may be that

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we also did it around 3:00 AM. (I’m not sure but it would be in

keeping with our habits.)

But never mind. Megan was surprised when I expressed no

concern about her becoming pregnant. I told her if it happens it

happens and that I am prepared in any case. I told her that I hoped

that she would want to have our baby.

We can get married as soon as her divorce clears the court or

whenever she thinks proper. I told her that I am at her disposal in all

circumstances and that I love her unconditionally.

She said that is exactly what she wanted to hear because having a

baby is what she wants to do. I said that since we are both nearing

thirty, now is probably as good a time as any to have one. If she gets

pregnant we will marry and go forward.

I see no other way.

* * * *

November 16, 1979 Friday

Well, I should be pushing paper but I just saw Christina Villines at

Maryhill Commons during lunch.

Quite the blast from the past. Christina was Leanne’s best friend in

high school, along with Shellie Schrafton.

Christina was supposed to be my date for that fateful January 17,

1970 Grateful Dead concert. Instead, I ended up with Leanne when

the after concert moment came.

Get this: Christina’s a VISTA supervisor in Ashland now, here with

her charges at an official training. We talked for nearly an hour,

catching up on various things. I was completely taken aback at first

and didn’t know what to say when I first saw her. But I recognized

her immediately. She recognized me right away, too. I think she was

almost as surprised as I was.

I must say Christina looks great, slender and lovely. She has two

kids now and a worthless former husband down in Florida. An

alcoholic, she says. She divorced him.

Christina was extremely friendly and teased me some, telling me

that I was prettier than ever. I’d forgotten how tall she is at nearly six

feet, just a couple inches shorter than I am. We talked about Leanne’s

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wedding, which Christina did not attend. She knew all about it,

though, and has the same low opinion of Ricky Fairlane that

everybody else has. In a word, a prick.

After I got back from lunch, I thought for a long time about what

happened on that night so long ago. My memory of it is still razor

sharp. What happened was that Christina was originally supposed to

be my date for the concert because Leanne was going to meet Rodney

James Goldbond there.

But that little jerk Rodney never showed up. So when Christina

went to get drinks for us, Leanne moved in on me.

Though not as attractive, Leanne was much more aggressive than

Christina and I just sort of fell into her lap.

Too bad I didn’t hang with her instead of switching to Leanne that

night. My fickle nature really blew me up but good.

* * * *

November 18, 1979

Geez. One wedding after another this season. This time it is Lloyd

Schenzler tying the knot with Jean. I took Megan as my official date