Before starting The Diary of the Vixen Divorcee, I emailed my friend, Reggie, to check out what he thought of my idea of a blog about life as a single woman. Typical man, he translated it into a blog about sex. This is his response, except that I edited his choice of a photo; his was too racy for my diary.
The perfect morning to sit down and answer your mail. It’s heavenly outside. A balmy, wet, warm front is in the area. Very feminine, this kind of weather. Warm, wet, still, mysterious, close and yet the essence of it standing at a remove. You know something’s coming. A good day to sit in the window early in the morning with the clothes line strung with pearls.
What did I write for Alan that wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes? What am I willing to share with you, now that he and I are divorced?
The other side of me, the side you don’t know. The erotic side.
Before the birth of The Diary (and of the Vixen Divorcee), I wrote stories intended for Alan’s eyes only. Stories of sexually explicit fantasies based on places he and I visited during our days of marital bliss. Stories the likes of which will never appear in the pages of The Diary. Stories I’m willing to share with you privately, now that he and I are divorced.
Yours could be the first eyes other than his to read one of these elegant fantasies.