Chapter 8
ELAINE AND HELEN A BEHAVIORAL STUDY
"It's a nightmare now, Doctor! Why did I ever write to that woman! It was so...so weird and fascinating....I saw this magazine my husband had slipped under his pile of ironed shirts in the dresser. I was curious. I always wondered what it would be like to have another naked woman with me and to kiss her as a lover...not like I kiss my mother or aunt. I wanted to feel the sensation of kissing and making love with another woman...and I wanted her to be just like Helen....I'm so scared of her now. She really means it! She's getting me hooked. I masturbate every time I see her photos so naked and inviting. . . . "
Elaine is a housewife and mother with latent Lesbian desires who consulted me recently. This twenty-nine-year-old woman, "out of curiosity" had replied to an ad in the swinger magazine placed by a Chicago Lesbian. Elaine's letter of reply to the woman's ad had been rather tame, expressing no more than a general interest in "intimate" correspondence with another "highly sexed female with great imagination".
Her immediate answer from Helen (whose name and address have been verified) both shocked and fascinated her. I will reproduce most of that first letter here:
Dear Elaine, Thanks for your letter and picture. It was so sweet of you to reply to my ad and I'm sending you a picture of me, too. I have some better ones that one of my girlfriends took here at my place and they are very sexy. Let me know if you want to see them.
I'm corresponding with a man in your town who sent me some very arousing pictures of his girlfriend and him together. She is holding his hard penis in her hand, and I think he must have shot off right after the picture was taken. If men are nice and respectful, I can go with one. He has to be generous too, or have a bi-minded wife or girlfriend.
I like to take pictures and I like to look at them too, and I love hot and interesting letters. Please write me about some of your sexual experiences and tell me how long the idea of meeting a Lesbian has been on your mind. Do you have a girlfriend there at all?
I'm very much in favor of parties with no men, but I can go the regular swinging road, too. I am very versatile and like to experience anything with a woman or a man that will give me a good climax. I do also love to play with my clit when I'm in bed alone reading hot letters and looking at pictures. I like the wide-open pussy pictures in the girlie magazines today. I love to suck them, and I can use my imagination or think of the last good one I had to suck.
Of course, I love to be made love to by another girl too, and feel the warmth of her tongue inside my wet cunny. I hope to see yours and to show you mine with both hands holding the lips way apart. Do you like to see open cunnies, too?
I have some more questions and I hope you don't mind. What size brassiere and cup do you wear. Do you think you would like to lick my cunny if I were holding it open for you? Have you ever been licked by other girls? Have you any vibrator to use on your clit to have good orgasms? If you like these things, then I know we'll like writing to each other and bring happiness in sex to each other. I took some pictures of a fifteen-year-old Chinese girl holding open her clit and playing with herself when I was vacationing in Hong Kong last year. I also have some pictures of a girl I write to in Indiana who has a forty-two-inch bust, D cup.
Sincerely, your new friend, Helen
Elaine found that the letter from Helen was very intriguing. She stated that it was "such a strange thrill to know another woman was writing things like that to me." At the same time, Helen tried to be realistic. The woman had come on too strong, and she was afraid her husband might find the letters after she was "hooked." A few days later, Helen received a short note from Elaine, but replied immediately:
Darling Elaine, I received your tiny letter today. It was very depressing for me. I don't think you should worry about your husband so much. Men can't ever find their own things, much less something you could hide cleverly, like my letters and the photos. I promise never to mail you a letter that would arrive on a Saturday, when he's home.
Did I tell you that I write to a very interesting married man in New York who has a lot of way out girlfriends? He sends me pictures of them making love and I love it. I look at them by the hour and use a small vibrator on my clit. I can have thirty orgasms in an hour like that. The only thing I like to do with a man is suck his prick, but I have let men fuck me once or twice. This man likes Lesbians so much and sends me so many hot photos of them that he sort of turns me on. I promised him I'd lick his come out of a little plastic pill container he masturbated into. It wasn't bad.
Please, my darling Elaine, let me be your lover, even if it's only pretend. Let me massage my clitoris thinking you are next to me. Let me have a picture of you naked, your tits, your cunny. You can get a little Polaroid camera with a timer and take the photos yourself. I do that a lot.
Oh, Elaine, I'm so frustrated that you didn't write me a real hot letter about how you masturbate and what you would like to do if we were together alone. Please, Elaine, show me your love and your body and let me in turn send you mine the way you would like to see me, spread wide open in front of your excited eyes and your hungry tongue that I know you would love to lick my cunny with and make come. Drink the sweet woman-water from my cunny that is throbbing for your very first touch. I love you!
Sending all my love and body, and my slit that is dripping for your love. You must answer me, darling. This is fate! We were meant to contact each other. There is no other explanation.
Yours in love and sex, Helen
Elaine showed a great deal of common sense and willpower in refusing to answer Helen. Yet she kept the letters, literally treasured them to whet her imagination. "I've wanted to put them down the garbage disposal or tear them into little pieces and flush them down the toilet [note the intensity of her speech, not content to put them in a garbage can, but to completely destroy them]. Doctor...I can't do it! Each day when I'm alone, I find myself drawn to Helen's photos and letters as if they were magnetic. I sit or lie down on my bed and masturbate...take off all my clothes and masturbate so long. What am I going to do?"
Comment: Helen was a single girl, apparently, and had recognized her Lesbian orientation long ago. But she still found most of her pleasure in correspondence with other females. For some reason (perhaps she, too, was married or lived with relatives or friends), it is my opinion that she engaged in little if any sexual activity other than with herself.
Elaine was deeply conscience stricken over her latent fascination with Lesbian love. She was not as outgoing as Helen. She was afraid the woman might "corrupt" her, make her a Lesbian. Yet even Helen admitted to bi-sexuality when she revealed that she enjoyed oral relations with the male and permitted coitus on occasion.
While I have confirmed Helen's identity and approximate age, I can not say for sure that she is or is not a sexually attractive woman. Much that she writes may be pure fiction.
Elaine, while entranced by the replies, did find such correspondence from another female to be strange, "kinky," odd. While attracted to it, her conscience rebelled. When she was finally made to realize that almost everyone has a homosexual potential and that it often showed up in a marriage where sexual relations are not satisfactory, she felt a great deal better. She and her husband went to a marriage counselor whose schedule was such that he could see them three times a week.