Villa del Eros
(A Carnal Idyll)
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
This is a tale about Providence or Kismet. A Divine Intervention in the life of an unsuspecting lady. It may sound like a fantasy since women do fantasize about sex. But this is a true story. A sensuous, evocative, unforgettably erotic treat. The protagonist is a 48 year old MILF, Ms. Medea Colchis, a celebrated journalist, writer, Feminist activist and social critic. She has appeared on many TV programs, espousing egalitarian socialist policies with zeal and passion.
"All I can say is that these strange encounters, these incongruous adventures narrated here, caused me no surprise whatsoever. I was destined to experience them by accident or by design." She informed the author.
At The Carnal Villa
I am Medea Colchis, family and close friends call me Beauty for being pleasant and attractive, especially to look at. I have a striking body which I keep in shape with regular workouts... An old Gypsy woman once told me rather reverentially, that I am a reincarnation of the great mythical Priestess of passion and sorcery, the enchantress Medea whose name I bear. But my sex life had been disastrous for some time, loneliness has been my bane. I kept thinking of ending the torment by taking some time off, go on a trip somewhere. Then my old buddy Annika Slutt, now 50 years old called out of the blue from Arizona, where she'd been hiding for many years. We had lost contact for over a year. She invited me to spend some time with her.
The midsummer heat wave was relentless, I was restless, horny much of the time, distracted from writing. I accepted her invitation. Annika is a very sophisticated worldly woman with a touch of haughtiness...A passionate, radical feminist, bisexual, tough, with good breeding, an admirable woman. She is a new woman, fervid, a little decadent but very happy. Everything about her is so poignant, down to her quaint, appealing European accent. Her lithe body is elegant, the ideal of American womanhood. We became very close friends in Santa Fe years back, when Annika published the now defunct Adult-oriented magazine "Slut Goddess" and featured many of my surreal writings.
Annika's house called Villa del Eros is a rambling spacious ranch-type set in idyllic surroundings, in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of Tucson. It is the sort of place I'd like to live in for the rest of my life I thought, as we sat naked by the small poolside in the fenced back garden. Reveling in the sultry heat of summer and I enjoyed a much needed respite from the stress of city life and from work. The chilled wine and weed had got us deliciously high while we caught up on things, events. We had a lot to talk and laugh about...Annika had not lost her robust fragrance, her primordial sensuality and her shameless ardor.
She laughed easily at my jokes while caressing, combing the tangled jungle of the thick black hair on her pussy. Annika opened up to me about her new lifestyle of ritualistic sex and erotic behavior. Constantly seeking out men and occasionally, women who fit her fantasies. She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored.
"I threw off the yoke of marriage to completely immerse myself in sexual freedom and the pursuit of lusty pleasures," she said solemnly. She told me briefly about the" Eros Group" that she had started, promising to give me details later and induct me into it.
After a luxuriating bath the next day, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and appraised my attractive face and body. My long prematurely gray hair gave me an elegant look, not to mention the lush black bush streaked with gray on my pussy. Hell, I considered myself rather good looking and fucking sexy for a writer. I could not believe I had just turned 48 the previous day (but looked and felt ten years younger)... I slipped two fingers into my cunt and stroked my big protruding clitoris, realizing that I have not had a really good fuck in a very long time. I needed to fuck and soon! My appetite for sex had become so gargantuan.
As we were getting ready to attend a matinee performance at the "Cauldron," the most artistic, women-oriented, underground club in town, where Art and porn blend very well, Annika got a phone call that her 80 year old mom was gravely ill in Phoenix. She had to leave right away but asked me to wait for her.
Filling My Void
Annika called the next day to say that she had to stay in Phoenix for a while. Meantime I should just have myself a vacation until her return...The house seemed empty with Annika gone. I padded around the house in a short tunic, with nothing underneath it, admiring and sampling the priceless collections of art, books, music, video, etc. when a younger man called Adonis came calling. Of course he was unaware of Annika's absence...He is athletic looking and moves like a big cat. He brought along food, booze and lots of pot. He is Creole and very friendly.
Adonis and I chatted over drinks, his lusty eyes roving over my tunic clad body, while he stroked his hardened cock thru his jeans. He said he had come over to fuck Annika, but would love to fuck me instead...I was astonished but excited at the same time, by the prospect of being finally fucked after a long hiatus. I could not ignore my aching cunt any longer. I let Adonis undress me then himself.