Susan was a woman who did everything right.Susan was a woman who did everything right. She went to the right school, got the right job, owned the right car, and had the right friends. That last part was her downfall. All of her life she was very careful that everyone she associated with was a perfect as she was. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, a perfect wardrobe shown off by a perfect figure, size 6. She had no use for, nor room in her life for, people who weren't perfect, or could help her. As a result of this, she did well in a material sense, but she had no real friends or lovers. "You use me, and I'll use you," was the creed of her associates. She was vacationing in Cancun when she first saw Mark. He was perfect. Wavy black hair, classic face, and an atheletes body. They talked for a while and she discovered that he was well-read, sensitive and funny. Yet, there was a sadness about him, as if he had had a great tragedy in his life. Susan found him irresistible. They danced and then went back to his room and made love. It was heaven! He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, to caress her. His kisses made her swoon and she squealed like a giddy teenager when he entered her. The next morning they made love again. After breakfast, they went to a remote beach and swam in the nude. She had never made love outdoors before. The possibility of imminent discovery was very erotic. They swam some more and then made love on the steps of a Mayan ruin. As he thrust wildly into her, she swore she heard drums and felt hundreds of unseen eyes watching them as they writhed in primeval lust. Each orgasm was more intense and intoxicating than the last. She felt like a primitive, sacrificing her purity to appease and entertain the gods. |