Sugar in My Bowl by Erica Jong

Author:Erica Jong [Jong, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Health & Fitness, Sexuality, Literary Collections, Essays
ISBN: 9780061875762
Publisher: Ecco
Published: 2011-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Miss Honeypot Marries

A Short Story

Barbara Victor

From the time she was aware of sex in her imagination, each act in her fantasy was perfect, the best sex she ever had, the next time always more incredibly delicious than the time before. All the dashing men who were friends of her father’s, husbands and lovers of the women who were close to her mother, taught her about seduction. The moguls, actors, writers, doctors, lawyers, painters, diplomats, the men who came to swim and play tennis in the country or who sipped cocktails at parties in the city, made her aware of the “it” her friends giggled and whispered about. “Did she do it?” “I heard she did it.” “Did he try to do it?”

By the time her teenage years were winding down, she was way beyond the “it.” She understood the subtle glances of the sophisticated and suave older men, the light touch on her arm to help her on with a coat, the words that held double meanings to camouflage the message, the embarrassed glances when she dared to look them in the eye, the flicker of hope when she hugged them too close. Because she understood their silent language, she knew why Eddie left Debbie for Liz and Frank left Nancy for Ava, and Archie secretly preferred Veronica though he always stayed safely with Betty. At sixteen and seventeen, she even understood what Hammett saw in Hellman, how Monroe desired Miller, and Bogart and Bacall exploded on the screen.

The “it” had no form or memory, no aftermath of regret or embarrassment, as it remained elusive and intangible, created and orchestrated by her alone—masturbation with a willing partner who was under her control and direction. Miss Honeypot was the Alexander Haig of sexual fantasy. “I am in charge here” was her mantra. Those older men were all Cary Grant, obliged to recite words written for them by her, succumb when the script called for surrender, retreat when the director, her again, needed sexual tension.

She had sex before she had sex. She had great sex before she ever had bad sex.

Miss Honeypot’s abstinence was never based on lack of daring or fear of reprisal but rather on a dread of disappointment that would contradict the perfection of making love that went beyond her brain. There were good girls and bad girls and somewhere in her mind, until she could come out and be both, the bad girl hidden within the good girl, until she could find someone who would understand that fantasy was her game, she was out of the running. Her desire was the chase that ended in half-finished acts which always promised more and better and best. Hunting for the drama that would turn into ecstasy impelled her to seek out the perfect candidates to share an actual foray into bed. The “it” became the “what if” when the first kiss at sixteen with a brooding, tragic boy who died two years later by his own hand, kept her going

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