If you want to find out more about the steamy, salacious sex in 'Too Old to be a Hooker…Too Young to be a Madam' for your beach read, you'll have to buy my novel. These are just snippets to entice you! Elissa Eaton

A Sexual Tragedy, Lust
CHAPTER NINETEEN

Since earliest manhood the center of his life has been pleasure with women, the giving and taking of it, not with weak indulgence, dependently, but with the power and pride of a richly feathered male bird among the hens.
Tennessee Williams

Thanksgiving Day in the Canyon was a primitive festival of nature. Through my stained glass windows, rosy red-breasted sparrows and bluebirds chirped and splashed in their birdbath. I was sitting on my sky terrace at noon when Ginger's voice came shrieking through the service:
“Pick up! Pick up! I know you're hiding in there! I hope you're planning to show for my traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I have your present,” Ginger continued. “Remember when you were in London shopping at the Chelsea Antique Market and Lust, the actor bumped into you? He wants to meet you. He just broke up with his girlfriend. He got pissed off just because she was working at Whip City. He’s in a blue mood.”
“I'll cheer him up,” I said, knowing that my sexual fantasies were about to be fulfilled, choosing not to remember that I was living with someone.
“I tried to do that last night,” Ginger said, “he was so hard I nearly got shoved through my wrought iron headboard into the next door neighbor’s apartment. I can hardly walk today. He’s all yours,” she continued, “He'll pick you up about four.”
Ginger’s digs were at the Marina Del Rey. She was one of those Heidi Fleiss characters. They called her ‘Madame Marina’.
Lust was born a superstar; I was well bred. From 1969 to 1981 he had been one of the top international porno stars. When I lived in New York, I was a top model for Playboy Magazine and could be found on almost every cover at the newsstands on 42nd Street. When he was a cadet at West Point, I'd been sipping Mouton Cadet and eating Beluga caviar at ’21’.
Lust had flown into Rome to do a film. I was sitting on the Via Veneto, fanning myself with the menu, staring at cobblestones and out of work actors; the actors had named it the ‘Via Vomital’. A soft breeze through the overhanging trees kept the sun from being too hot on my back. Suddenly one of the cowboys started shrieking:
“That's Lance Lust, the infamous movie star.”
“I hear he has the biggest cock on the continent,” exclaimed one of the envious actors.
“I worked on one film where they flew him in especially just to fuck three chicks,”said another.
“I watched him get it up on cue all day long.”
The sun was forming a muted colored rainbow, melting into the Cinzano umbrellas. I watched him from afar, telling myself that one day I'd have a liaison with the great decadent Lust. I was sure that fate would intervene.

Chimes from the Swiss doorbell clanged at four o'clock. The big white 1955 Bentley had climbed to the top reaching Wonderland. When I came to the door I looked like a mixture of a ‘40s diva retro-romantic gypsy and a silent screen star. I was wearing a low black backless, silky, peasant dress, bare legs, spike heeled strappy sandals, and hoop earrings. My lips glowed with Siren Red shimmer gloss, and I reeked of Chanel No. 5. That's what Marilyn would have worn, wouldn't she? I was ready to explore my wilder side with this fine looking mysterious new man.
When first we met I knew that I'd found the wild sex I’d been looking for.
“Come on in,” I said, flashing him a self conscious smile. “Would you like a glass of wine? My housemate's out of town.”
“I brought my Lucky Light beer,” Lust smiled popping open a bottle.
Nothing existed but the two of us and the harvest moon against a wick colored sky in this liquid spill of night.
“I have an affinity for platinum blondes. You certainly are beautiful,” he said taking a long, lingering look at me. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what I’d been through to come this far. That night he asked no questions.
A bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut champagne was chilling in a sterling silver ice bucket.
“April, Ginger told me that you were very sexy but you exceed my wildest expectations. I love your big hair. You look like a dandelion ready to pollinate,” Lust said looking amused. I adored his charming persona.
“You're a wildly appealing man,” I found myself saying.
He pulled me closer to his well toned, tanned body,
“Baby cakes, let's take a passionate journey into the unknown together. I like you a lot. You’re an intriguing woman.”
I thought about my boyfriend, Patrick. Poor Patrick. I felt a twinge of guilt. My emotions were so confused. I thought about Patrick but not for too long. We kissed, he started stroking my hair, kissing my eyelids.
“I can't believe your boyfriend would leave town and trust you here alone. You look so intriguing with the candlelight silhouetting your face.” I couldn’t help wondering how many other women this flamboyant man had fed the same line to.
Lust started kissing my bare shoulders. I opened my lips, feeling the warmth of his tongue in my mouth as he ran his hands all over my body. I knew right then that my life would never be the same.

Everything was so glamorous and romantic that evening. The night was enhanced by sensual soft lighting. Slowly I wrapped my thighs around his shoulders. Then he pushed up my dress and started licking my honey pot. I never got to Ginger's house. We celebrated each other, filling the dusk with our desire.

When I enrolled in Finishing School in Pebble Beach one rainy morning, etherial trees were swaying in the soft wind. Lime, moss green feathery leaves on the branches were splashes with diamond shaped silver drops. I felt like the forest encircled me in her arms welcoming me home. After my first orgasm galloping bareback over the sand dunes in Carmel on my horse Moss, now sharing the pleasures of the flesh with Lance was just as intense as when I was a young, innocent girl.

“I'm afraid to close my eyes that I might lose consciousness. What if I wake up and you're gone and this was just a lucid dream.” he said sheepishly.
We fell asleep listening to the crickets bathed by the full moon. That night was the beginning of my downfall.

He stared at me intensely.
“What's wrong, honey?” he gulped.
“Reality. There are too many stone walls surrounding us, like your habit. One day I woke up and realized that the size of a man's cock isn't the barometer for love. I'm cutting you loose.

I'll never regret the sexual experience. It was the most volatile battlefield I've ever made love on. He gave a performance in the bedroom that will last a lifetime in my memories.

Later that night he returned, banging on my windows until dawn. Even the cotton that I'd stuffed into my ears couldn't drown out his frantic pleas of remorse. The coyotes howled their mournful cries in the wilderness, then the silence.
I fell back into a restless sleep. The next morning when I opened the shutters I found him lying lifeless on my doorstep. A shattered glass bottle of beer, and an empty vial in his hand, his bloodshot brown eyes staring into mine. I crouched down on my knees, grabbing his cold limp wrist, but he had no pulse.
Pushing up his sweaty blood soaked Gap T, I reached for his chest, but there was no heartbeat. For seconds I tried resuscitating him, pressing down hard with the palm of my hand, praying that his heart would start pumping.
Unfortunately he wasn't responding to all of my attempted rescue breaths. As I brushed a clump of streaked, matted hair over his face, I held his hand until I heard the sirens.
The police and paramedics arrived, swooping his corpse into a body bag. He'd overdosed, hitting his head, falling onto the scorching black concrete pavement. His dream unfulfilled, enshrouded by the smoggy skyline of Hollywood and its glamorous guns, drugs, booze and madness.


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