I first met Miki OâMalley in a creative writing course my junior year of college. She was everything I wasnât. I was a quiet average looking female student who was not involved in any activities other than getting a degree. Miki was strikingly beautiful. She told me her name meant flower stalk in Japanese. Mikiâs father was Irish and her mother Japanese. The combination had resulted in a raven haired green eyed beauty full of mischievousness and Irish laughter and wit. Whenever you were with Miki between classes you could not be unaware of the many admiring glances and stares she received from the males. Miki was active in her sorority, a member of the swim team, had a high grade point average and was the girl friend of the president of the most prestigious fraternity on campus. The only thing we had in common was a love of literature and creative writing. The day we met she came into our creative writing class and sat down next to me and said, âI hear the professor of this class is a hunk, I canât wait to share my sexual fantasies and escapades with himâ and laughed infectiously.
Miki and I became close friends that year. Her sense of humor and sense of ridiculousness allowed me to develop a less serious and more fun loving attitude. She wanted to write âThe great American dirty novelâ, and live a life of hedonistic pleasure somewhere in Europe until her genius was recognized with a Nobel Prize. âI would prefer literature, but Iâll take peaceâ she would giggle.
We have now corresponded for ten years. Miki lives in Maastricht, The Netherlands with her husband who is an international businessman and I live in Anaheim, California and my husband works at our famous amusement park as a rides mechanic.
A year ago I got a letter from Miki telling me that she finally had found an audience for her sexual fantasies and escapades and referred me to Literotica where she was writing under the pen name âMoon Gladeâ.
I started reading her stories and they and the below correspondence have changed my life.
Dear Miki,
I read your first story âTemptressâ and I have to ask, is that autobiographical? I remember that during college you worked as a temp and a few times I meant you after work and thought that your work outfits were over the top.
Your fan,
Debre
Dear Debre,
The story did actually happen and I was very very naughty! It was the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college. In fact that escapade happened only about three weeks before we first met. It took place in a town about forty miles from my folks and none of the guys really knew where I was going to college so when I was presented with the chance âto be that kind of girlâ I did say yes! It was quite a night. I could hardly walk for a week afterwards, but I did relish the swollen and irritated feeling.
Your naughty friend,
Miki
Dear Miki,
I just finished reading your second story, âMath Slutâ and I remember that you were a whiz with math and that you did tutor your boyfriend the BMOC fraternity president to help him get through quantitative methods. Did you actually do that!!
Your shocked friend,
Debre
Dear Debre,
That story was fantasy and not escapade, but it was based on Mary Laventure. I am not sure if you remember her or not. She was big in one of the other sororities on campus and she did pull a train for my boyfriendâs fraternity. She never did finish her senior year and moved up to Reno. That incident resulted in Brad and me breaking up. He went on about what kind of a girl would do such a thing and he really pissed me off in his judgmental righteousness. I decided then to break off our engagement. After all I was that kind of girl! I was tempted to tell him of my adventure when I was a temp, but I did not want to bring down the kind of troubles on myself that Mary had inherited after her adventure so I kept quiet. Just before graduation I was tempted to go over to the fraternity house and pull a train consisting of everyone in the fraternity except Brad.
Still wished I had,
Miki
Dear Debre,
Have you seen my latest story? Itâs called âDance of Lifeâ and now you know what Tom and I did on our honeymoon! Yes it actually did happen, although not quite in the same way. I knew the club was a partouze and I wanted to get Tom to loosen up about sex. I did arrange for Tom to be seduced and for me to âcatchâ him with his pants around his ankles. I did not confess to him for months that I had set the whole thing up. I knew that he was a little in awe of some of the things I had done before we met and I wanted him to not feel that he had just married a woman who was once rather wild, but that he was married to a wild woman. It worked because since then we have had a few real adventures together and adventures together is my idea of what a good marriage should be.
Your naughty (but nice) friend,
Miki
Dear Miki,
I read your story and could not believe that you actually had the nerve to set something so audacious up. Your description of marriage as a shared adventure certainly is not what my marriage is to Charlie thatâs for sure. Your stories make me even more aware of how boring our lives are. Charlie wants to start a family, but I am not ready to settle down that much yet. God, I am just barely thirty and cannot bear the thought of another twenty or so years like this and that is what having kids would mean.
Have you and Tom discussed starting a family or are you two still too busy enjoying your youth?
Your friend the suburban house frau of Anaheim,
Debre
Dear Debre,
Tom and I donât want to start a family for years, if ever.
If you take a look on Literotica you will find my newest story and will know what I have been up to. The story is based on fact. There is a club like that not far from Maastricht. I found out about it and when Tom and I were there a girl was being glazed and Tom said that it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. I took that as a challenge and I arranged to meet him after work there one evening when I was well into being glazed. I will never forget the look on his face when he saw who the center of all the attention was! He joined in and since then likes to walk behind me a few paces when ever we go into town and I wear âThe Tee Shirtâ so that he can watch the looks of admiration the men on the street give me (at least the ones who know the significance of the tee shirt).