CONTRATTO Champagne by jim goodyear
A Leonetto Cappiello Poster. 1922
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The mechanics of female wet dreams confuse me, by which I mean my own wet dreams confuse me. More and more frequently in my sleep, I’m desperate to come. The arousal is intense and I’m perpetually on the brink. In one dream, I masturbated standing up in an elevator, wearing a black bra and a voluminous black can can girl skirt. I spit viscous saliva down my navel to use as lube. In another, I was on my hands and knees and sliding my clit back and forth on my lover’s cock. I was so close, but I stopped him, and told him to watch as I came on another man’s erection. I never remember actually coming. Sometimes I wake up wet and sometimes I don’t. Does this happen regularly to other women? Part of me hopes it’s all in my head, because…how wonderful. I want to learn to conjure that degree of lustfulness at any moment: on the subway, in a bar, on a plane.
One of my best friends called me today and said “I’m 27 and I’m going to be on the cover of ‘Barely Legal.’ ” I know it’s an odd response, but I wonder how many angry women will erroneously use her image to fuel their outrage.