Confessions of the Dyslexic Virgin

I felt my hand been taken and kissed, a thrill shot through my body at the touch of a stranger. The temptation to look at him and dissect his features in the dark was high, but I cautioned my self to be careful, what if Glen turned out to be the nightmare from Elm Street and spoil my fantasy.  My eyes stayed glued to the screen, not hearing or seeing anything, my own visions stealing the perfection of the movie.

 

Glen’s hand was caressing mine, which I knew was getting sweaty with fear and anticipation, I tried to pry it out of his, but he was not allowing it, gently applying the pressure, holding fast. I glanced at Glen and almost died of a heart attack!

 

Sitting next to me was Matthew Mc Conaughey - I stopped breathing. I knew it was my imagination and looked away only to look back again, Glen turned my face towards him and I could see clearly, yes, this was Matthew, he kissed me then, not a long erotic kiss, a gentle kiss almost too gentle.

 

Unexpectedly he laughed, such a beautiful laugh that I knew I was lost in love, Matthew Mc Conaughey is my all time favourite actor, he is so beautiful when I see him I know he must be God. The thought that I had died and gone to heaven crossed my mind. How else would I be in the presence of God?

 

At that precise moment I knew he could do anything to me and I would love it. Glen created sensual havoc throughout my body, he put his arm around me and started kissing me again, not my mouth but my hair, my neck, my throat, my nose, Oh God, I was dying more and more. My legs were bubblegum and there was not enough space below my intestines for the havoc my ovaries, cervix and uterus were creating! My mouth started making soft noises; my hands were exploring his face as for the first time ever. The world seemed to be filled with true passion. I wanted Glen all over me.

 

Suddenly the sun came out and I was jerked back from the lingering loving. The movie was too short and I missed almost all of it! In the harsh lights of the theatre Glen looked even more like Matthew. He took my arm and guided me outside to a coffee shop and ordered the coffee, my mouth was somewhere else, not responding at all.

 

He took my hand and started talking, soothing and loving me with tender words.  Still my mouth would not respond. The desire to forget the coffee and just take him to bed was so high I had lost all meaning of the world.

 

Then he spoiled it all by starting to invite me to a group sex party, my tongue although still dry had suddenly dislodged from my ovaries and said “no thank you”. He directed me to my behaviour in the movie, allowing a complete stranger the right of passage, he rightly pointed out that he could have done to me what he wanted had he been so inclined.  Harsh reality was giving me indigestion.