The following story is true, told to the best of my recollections. Ten years ago today I had one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. Here’s what happened.
I met Molly in the San Fernando Valley. I was working at an art supply store, this gigantic warehouse selling everything from spray paint and acrylics to canvas on the roll. Molly came in on a whim. She decided that morning she wanted to take up watercolor, and I spent an hour showing her various techniques and supplies that she might need.
To say that she was simply “pretty” would be unjust. Molly was stunning. She had a dancer’s body, long and lithe, with slender calves and petite ankles which she accented in Grecian sandals. She wore a sundress with a sweater over the top, pulled down off the shoulder at one side to bring the eye across the lines of her clavicle and neck. It was her face, however, that stopped the show.