BY STEVEN MEISEL
ART DIRECTION BY FABIEN BARON
EDITED BY GLENN O'BRIEN
PRODUCED BY CALLAWAY
PUBLISHED BY WARNER BOOKS
THIS BOOK IS ABOUT
SEX. SEX IS NOT LOVE. LOVE IS NOT SEX. BUT THE BEST OF BOTH
WORLDS IS CREATED WHEN THEY COME TOGETHER. YOU CAN LOVE GOD,
YOU CAN LOVE THE PLANET, YOU CAN LOVE THE HUMAN RACE AND YOU
CAN LOVE ALL THINGS, BUT THE BEST WAY FOR HUMAN BEINGS TO
SHOW LOVE IS TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER. IT'S THE WAY WE SPREAD LOVE
THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE: ONE TO ONE. LOVE IS SOMETHING WE
MAKE. PASS IT ON · THIS BOOK DOES NOT CONDONE UNSAFE SEX.
THESE ARE FANTASIES I HAVE DREAMED UP. LIKE MOST HUMAN BEINGS,
WHEN I LET MY MIND WANDER, WHEN I LET MYSELF GO, I RARELY
THINK OF CONDOMS. MY FANTASIES TAKE PLACE IN A PERFECT WORLD,
A PLACE WITHOUT AIDS. UNFORTUNATELY THE WORLD IS NOT PERFECT
AND I KNOW THAT CONDOMS ARE NOT ONLY NECESSARY BUT MANDATORY.
EVERYTHING YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A FANTASY, A DREAM, PRETEND.
BUT IF I WERE TO MAKE MY DREAMS REAL, I WOULD CERTAINLY USE
CONDOMS. SAFE SEX SAVES LIVES. PASS IT ON · AND BY THE WAY,
ANY SIMILARITY BETWEEN CHARACTERS AND EVENTS DEPICTED IN THIS
BOOK IS NOT ONLY PURELY COINCIDENTAL, IT'S RIDICULOUS. NOTHING
IN THIS BOOK IS TRUE, I MADE IT ALL UP.
My name is Dita.
I'll be your mistress tonight.
I'll be your loved one darling.
Turn out the light.
I'll be your sorceress,
your hearts magician.
I'm not a witch.
I'm a love technician.
I'll be your guiding light
in your darkest hour.
I'm gonna change your life.
I'm like a poison flower.
Give it up.
Do as I say.
Give it up and let me have my way.
I'll give you love.
I'll hit you like a truck.
I'll give you love......
I don't see how
a guy looking at a naked girl in a magazine is degrading to
women. Everyone has their sexuality. It's how you treat people
in everyday life that counts, not what turns you on in your
fantasy. If all a person ever did was get off on porno movies
I would say they are probably dysfunctional sexually, but
I don't think it's unhealthy to be interested in that or get
off on that. I'm not interested in porno movies because everybody
is ugly and faking it and it's just silly. They make me laugh,
they don't turn me on. A movie like In the realm of the
Senses turns me on because it's real. I've been told there
are some good Traci Lords movies but I've never seen them.
I wouldn't want to watch a snuff movie. I wouldn't want to
watch anyone get really hurt, male or female. But generally
I don't think pornography degrades women. The women who are
doing it want to do it. No one is holding a gun to their head.
I don't get that whole thing. I love looking at Playboy magazine because women look great naked.
We could use the cage.
I've got allot of rope.
I'm not full of rage - I'm full of hope.
I'll light the candles, burn them till they're nice and soft
and when they start to drip I'm gonna get you off.
This is not a crime and you're not on trial.
Bend over, baby, I'm gonna make you smile.
Doctor: Do you feel that it is possible to experience pleasure
and pain at the same time?
Dita: Sure! that's what ass fucking is all about. It's the
most pleasurable way to get fucked and it hurts the most too.
All your nerve endings are in your ass, but if you're not
exited, or if you're not doing it right things can really
There is something comforting about being tied up. Like when
you were a baby and your mother strapped you in the car seat.
She wanted you to be safe. It was an act of love
Some people want
to be punished. Some women want to be slapped around. Some
men do too. I think for the most part if women are in an abusive
relationship and they know it and they stay in it, they must
be digging it. I suppose some people might think that's an
irresponsible statement. I'm sure there are allot of women
who are trapped economically; they have all the kids and they
have to deal with it. But I have friends ho have money and
are educated and they stay in abusive relationships, so they
must be getting something out of it. The difference between
abuse and S & M is the issue of responsibility.
I talked to a dominatrix once and she said the definition
of S & M was that you let someone hurt you who you know
would never hurt you. It's always a mutual choice. You have
an unstated agreement between you that this is the dialogue
you have, an unconscious agreement. I don't even think S &
M is about sex. I think it's about power, the struggle for
power. S & M can involve sex, but it doesn't have to.
it's a head trip.
Only the one who hurts you can comfort you
Only the one who inflicts the pain can take it away
Ritz Carlton Hotel,
Me and Ingrid are laying naked on the sundeck, rubbing suntan
lotion on each other. I'm feeling very relaxed cause Ingrid
just ate my pussy, so you'll forgive me if this note is sloppy
and short as I am feeling very hot and slippery squishy inside.
now Ingrid is calling down to the sailors below while straddling
the railing. you'll be flattered to know she calls them all
I hope she's careful and doesn't slip and fall cause her pussy
is so wet right now it's dripping and she's kind of leaning
over too far. Of course I don't mind cause I get a perfect
view of her ass,
which is pretty fucking righteous!
I wish I could stop plying with myself and thinking about
sex. I'm gonna have to go now cause I have to finger fuck
Ingrid or she's gonna freak. It's the only way to get her
away from the edge. Really! Hurry and come over here with
some other forms of
fun entertainment for
me and the lovely Ingrid.
XX DITA XX
P.S. are you hard yet?
I don't think you know what pain is. I don't think you've
gone that way. I could bring you so much pleasure I'll come
to you when you say. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just close your
Sex with the young
can be fun if you're in the mood. If you're feeling impatient
or you feel like you want someone else to take charge, do
not have sex with someone inexperienced. But it can be really
arousing. One of the best experiences I ever had was with
a teenage boy. I think he was a virgin. He hardly had any
pubic hair. He was Puerto Rican. He was uncircumcised. he
lived in my building and he used to come over to my apartment
all the time and just watch me put on my makeup and get ready
to go out. He hung around me all the time. He never went to
school, so I started giving him reading assignments. I'd have
him read out aloud. Like Henry Millers' The Tropic of Cancer
or something really arousing. Whenever he got ready to leave
he'd kiss me goodbye, but the kisses got more and more daring
on his part and I just went with it. Then one day his parents
kicked him out of his apartment and he wanted to know if he
could spend the night at my house. I told him he could but
I only had one bed. So we both got in it and I couldn't sleep,
so I had sex with him and it was really awesome because he
was so young and in wonderment of it all. He was fearless.
He would do anything. He wasn't very big. He was just a baby.
See, I'm not a size queen. But it was excellent. He went down
on me and I think I had an orgasm in two seconds. I was so
turned on; it was probably the most erotic sex I ever had.
But he gave me the crabs. That's what you get. So you win
some and you lose some.
I wouldn't want a penis. It would be like having a third leg.
it seems like a contraption that would get in the way. I think
I have a dick in my brain. I don't need to have one between
The best way to
seduce someone is by making yourself unavailable. You just
have to be busy all the time and they'll be craving to see
you. Then you don't fuck them for the first five dates. Let
them get closer and closer but definitely don't fuck them.
Be disinterested. Not too disinterested, they'll think they're
barking up the wrong tree. But it's always good to play a
little hard to get. Good perfume is really important too.
Everyone is a sucker for garter belts. You wear a dress and
stockings and garter belts. You don't let them have you but
at some point you have to make them see that you have a garter
belt on. No underpants is also a big turn-on. Sucking on your
finger every once in a while doesn't hurt, like in the middle
of dinner. Telling jokes is good. And on every date you have
to say one really disarming thing.
There's no better
way to wake up in the morning than with my lovers cock inside
of me. Usually he takes me from behind. This is my favorite
position because I can lie there pretending I'm sleeping while
he slides himself in and out of me. I let him think he's being
so clever, getting off without me knowing it. Fat chance!
But I let him think he's getting away with something anyway.
After he's worked himself up a but, I put my finger in my
mouth for a little lubrication, then I sneak it down between
my legs and rub my clit until I'm so excited that I have to
pretend that I have just woken up. my pussy is getting too
juicy and my body is starting to move with his, so I stir
and stretch and yawn and give a little hint of surprise and
annoyance, just so he doesn't take me for granted. I tell
him to stop and let me sleep. Believing he can change my mind
he continues to grind me, but I don't want to come yet, so
I pull away from him and he lies there pouting like a sullen
child, frustrated and hard. I turn around and kiss him sweetly
and say, "maybe later," and pretend to drift off
to sleep. When I'm sure he thinks I'm a rotten girlfriend
I climb on top of him and slide his dick, which is always
hard (thank God), inside of me. I don't mind continuing this
scenario in the drivers seat. This is the best way for a girl
to get fucked without any digital manipulation, 'cause you
can move your pussy any way you want. You can take his cock
deep or shallow and you can be sure your clit is getting worked
good 'cause you're guiding your own weight on top of him.
It's so easy for me to come this way and it's only a matter
of seconds before I do. I watch my come gush out of me and
I wet my fingers in it and rub his nipples that are so hard
I could break them. He tells me he wants to come and I say,
"wait for me, baby." So he slaps my breasts which
I love almost as much as when he slaps my ass. Not too hard
but hard enough to sting. Like a cat in heat I drag my clit
on that beautiful piece of flesh just above his dick. I am
painting him with my pussy, mastering the art of fucking.
He grabs on to my ass like he's working a jack hammer. Digging
his fingers into my flesh, moving my pussy on his cock faster
and faster. He says, "I'm gonna come, baby. I can't hold
it any longer!" I love that helpless sound in his voice.
I tell him not to close his eyes when he comes. I want to
look in them. I want to see the moment of surrender when he
loses control. When he gives in to me. Finally I'm ready.
I let his train go riding through me. Tearing up the inside
of my pussy, fucking me good and hard. We come together waking
up the neighborhood. I fall on top of him drained and drift
back into sleep, and I dream that my lover's cock is inside
of me, and he's taking me from behind sliding himself in and
out of me. (continued on page 154)
Pillow Talk? Some
people do it really well. Some people do it so badly that
you break up laughing and you just can't go through with it.
I had a boyfriend who laughed every time he came. Some people
know how to talk and some people don't. With some people it's
an affectation and they think that's what you want, that you
need that. Other people know how to do it and it just clicks.
It's like phone sex. Some people know how to do it and some
don't. Phone sex can be excellent. It's an absolute necessity
if you're separated from someone you love. Thank God for Ma
Bell. Screaming and loud noise making really annoys me. I
hate it when guys come an don't make any noise and you can't
tell if they came or not. But one time I was fucking this
guy and every time he came he was so loud I finally had to
smack him. I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear us.
Things have not been the same since you left. I hardly ever
think about my pussy. I get the same way with chocolate. First
I can't get enough and then if you so much as mention the
word truffle I get queasy.
It's not that I get sick thinking of my pussy, it's just that
it needs a rest. I guess worse things could happen to a girl.
Did you have fun with Ingrid and me? I suppose we can get
to be annoyingly demanding but we are both sooooo horny and
we had a week alone to torment each other till you arrived.
After seven days we dying for your cock. thank god we found
those Trojans in my cosmetics case cause we were gonna break
down and use zip lock bags.
By the way I don't mind sharing you with Ingrid cause I love
you both and I'd rather have you eating the same pussy I do
at home than eating out. See you on the weekend!
When I was a child
I used to sit on the toilet seat backward and wait for the
burning sensation between my legs to go away. I did not understand
that if only my finger had found it's way to my pussy the
aching would have subsided. That all the twisting and pulling
and rubbing and scratching of my arms and my legs would not
satisfy my hunger. That the wetness in my underpants had nothing
to d with my mother overdressing me. But as a child I did
not have the words to ask, so I stayed on fire and burning,
tormented and yearning until that glorious day when finger
found flesh and with legs spread open and back arched, honey
poured from my 14-year-old gash and I wept.
Doctor: Tell me about your dreams.
Dita: I never know when I'm going to have a sex dream. They
just come out of the blue. I usually have lesbian sex dreams
with people I know. Once in a while a stranger steps in, but
generally it's with people I would be just horrified to have
sex with. Like my maid.
Doctor: You had a sex dram about your maid? Is she cute?
Dita: She's not cute. In fact I just fired her.
Doctor: Did you fire her because of the dream?
Dita: No. I fired her because she can't clean. Maybe that's
why I had a sex dream about her. Because I tend to get involved
with lazy, irresponsible people and maybe that was a gross
exaggeration of it. Me having sex with my maid who can't clean.
Doctor: I am the doctor here. Tell me how did this dream begin?
Dita: It started off with me being arrested in Paris. What's
wrong? Why do you have a dirty look on your face? Should I
Doctor: Yes, go ahead please.
Dita: I can't talk when you have that look on your face.
Doctor: It will be gone in a few moments.
Dita: Okay, I was in Paris and I was getting ready to get
on a plane. I'm standing on a street and all of a sudden I'm
surrounded by French police and they are saying: "We
are sorry madame, but we are going to have to arrest you."
I said to my manager, "They've got to be kidding. I didn't
do anything. What are they going to arrest me for? It must
be a joke." He said, "Well, you have to go but don't
worry, we'll get you out. It's a mix-up." So they took
me in to the police station, they strip searched me and took
me into the showers and scrubbed me. I'm totally freaking
out. I'm screaming, "I haven't done anything! This is
a really mean joke!"
Then they throw me in a cell and slam the door. I'm sitting
there really upset trying to figure out ways to escape and
they come in and say, "We're going to let you hang out
with some of the other prisoners now." So they take me
into this room with row after row of beds like in a orphanage
and I walk down the rows and each bed has the last name of
the person who occupies it on the end. I get to this bed that
has my boyfriend's name on it. And I see that he's fucking
somebody and I'm horrified. It's this little blonde chick.
So I pull him off her and I notice that it's Cyndi Lauper.
Doctor: Very interesting.
Dita: So I pull him off her and I said, "You disgusting
pig! How could you fuck somebody? And most of all how could
you fuck Cyndi Lauper?" All of a sudden we were in another
room and I was beating up on him, saying, "How could
you do that to me? How could you do that to me?" He says,
"Oh, man! She's not the only person I fucked. I fucked
your maid." I said, "You fucked my maid? You disgusting
pig! How could you fuck my maid?"
He said, "Not only that but I fucked Stephanie Seymour"
So I started beating up on him and then he started doing all
these weird gymnastic routines...this doesn't sound like a
sex dream, I know...
Doctor: Please go on.
Dita: So he's doing handstands and one handed handstands and
then he lowered himself to the floor and started humping the
floor. I said, "What are you doing?" He said, "I'm
free-jacking, man. I'm free-jacking." He said, "Yeah,
you know me. I was free-jacking before you met me and I'm
doing it now." And he just humped the floor.
I got really, really upset and I ran into this other room
and I saw a payphone and I called up my manager and I said,
"You've get to get me out of here! Don't you realize
this is a publicity stunt? It's only so the French can have
something to write about in the newspapers for the next couple
of months. I haven't done anything. Get me out of here!"
He said, "We'll be there. We'll do what we can. There's
a lot of bureaucracy..."
So I got really mad and I hung up the phone and I sat down
in this chair and I started crying. Pretty soon somebody was
rubbing me on the back and patting me and massaging the back
of my neck and saying, "It's going to be all right."
It was kind of sexual and I was kind of responding to it and
I looked up and it was my maid. She was doing this to me.
And then I woke up. But I was attracted to my maid. And that's
the last sex dream I remember.
Doctor: How long was this before you fired her?
Dita: Actually, I think I fired her that day.
When I first moved
to New York I thought about working in a topless bar. I was
really naive and I read the Village Voice and it said "Dancers
Wanted" and I was a dancer at the time, I was studying
at the Alvin Ailey School and thought, "God, a hundred
bucks a night! That's good money." So I'd go to these
agencies and these big fat disgusting bald men would be in
these offices and they'd say, "Okay, take your clothes
off. Let me see you in your underpants. We'll put some music
on and you can dance around." I'd go, "Oh it's that
kind of dancing." But I stuck around anyway. I was kind
of scared but I thought "What could they do to me?"
So I'd get down to my underpants and dance for them, but I'd
never take the jobs. They were always in New Jersey. Besides
I got a job nude modeling for art schools. It was easier.
But I kind of like the atmosphere in topless bars. I mean
there are good bars and bad bars. But I always have a good
time when I go. I also like gay male strip places. Straight
male strip places are disgusting. Those guys can never dance.
Only the guys at the gay clubs can dance and they always have
really good bodies, not real beefy stupid bodies, more slim
and beautiful. The guys at the Gaiety have the best bodies
and they are really great dancers. But I love topless bars
too. I like all the guys in the front row in the baseball
caps. They are usually truckers or Japanese men. It's always
interesting to scope the crowd.
The big lies
"I love you". Everybody loves you when they are
about to come. Then there's I won't come in you - That's the
biggest lie. Believe that one and you'll buy the Brooklyn
Bridge. Then there are the guys who say "I have never
fantasized about being with a man." They are lying. And
the least offensive men I've been with in terms of their sexual
politics and how they view me as a woman have been men who
have either slept with men or at least kissed or held a man
once. It opens up your thinking. You don't think that women
are less than you are. And of course there's "This won't
hurt a bit"
My pussy has nine lives
Ingrids Bday is coming up and I wanted to plan a party. I
can't decide between a big huge to-do or something small and
intimate. What do you think? Ingrid's been kind of tense lately
and I want to cheer her up.
Since we've been home she hasn't been herself. My kisses used
to make her smile. Now she always wants to be alone. She doesn't
even want me to lick her pussy! She must be in love. I told
you not to introduce her to Ben; everyone falls in love with
him and he belongs to no one. He never calls her and she just
sits around sulking and eating hot tamales. What a bore! I'm
glad I never slept with him, even though I make myself come
all the time thinking about it .
Anyways help me decide about the party and whatever you do,
don't invite Ben. Just bring lots of silly gorgeous men for
us to torture. By the way, what kind of cake should we have
for the beautiful heartbroken one? Angel food? Devils food?
Spice cake? or cream filled?
Miss having you inside me,
I like my pussy.
Sometimes I stare at it in the mirror when I'm undressing
and wonder what it would look like without any hair like when
I was a baby. Sometimes I sit at the edge of the bed and spread
my legs. And stare into the mirror and wonder what others
see. Sometimes I stick my finger in my pussy and wiggle it
around the dark wetness and feel what a cock or a tongue must
feel when I'm sitting on it. I pull my finger out and I always
taste it and smell it. It's hard to describe it smells like
a baby to me fresh and full of life. I love my pussy, it is
the complete summation of my life. It's the place where all
the most painful things have happened. But it has given me
indescribable pleasure. My pussy is the temple of learning.
Came back from dinner early this evening. I didn't even feel
like going out. Can you believe it? I guess I'm a little frustrated.
Ingrid and I made plans to meet in our favorite restaurant
tonight, and she showed up with some hairdresser. At first
he seemed all right, But then he started saying things like
"I love women. They make me feel like I'm gonna live
forever" I thought I was gonna be sick. He spent the
whole evening talking about celebrities and motorcycles. I
felt like I was in the movie "Shampoo" and I only
had a small part.
You would have hated him. He had a tattoo of Yosamite Sam holding a boulder. And he kept ordering Long Island Ice Teas.
Loser. I don't know what she sees in him. But she's still
hung up on Ben, so I guess this is a distraction for her.
Aren't I enough? He doesn't even look like he's into giving
She'll go home with him, he'll eat her pussy like it's an
obligation, then he'll come before he even gets inside her
and she'll run home to cry on my shoulder. I can read him
like a book but I can't say anything to her. She never listens.
I guess that's why I'm frustrated. If you were here I wouldn't
even care, cause you'd eat my pussy like it's an obligation
you don't mind having!
Do you think I'm jealous? I don't mind sharing Ingrid with
you or Ben. I just hate the idea of sharing even an inch of
her beautiful flesh with this Segio Valenti character.
I'm I guess I'm selectively jealous.
So here I am, lonely and bored, waiting for you to come back
from your fishing trip. Waiting for Ingrid to come back from
her fishing trip. I hope she doesn't come back with crabs.
Only five more days till her birthday.
Can't wit to see you!
I had sex with
someone who wasn't grossly obese but he was pretty overweight.
It was the first and last time. I really liked this guy a
lot. He was handsome but he was overweight. I wanted to be
unbiased because I really liked him, but the only way I could
fuck him was on top because he crushed me. I had to sit on
him because his stomach was in the way. That must be what
it's like to fuck a pregnant woman. They always say that women
aren't into appearance as much as men are, but it's not true.
I think women are just as moved by appearance, but they are
willing to accept a situation where the man is less attractive
because of the who earns the bread situation. There are so
many women with the ugliest guys. I swear to God, if they
didn't have money, forget it. Two hundred fifty pounds, five
seven, bald, disgusting misogynist pigs. Deep down inside
these women know, but they ain't gonna tell nobody. If I see
someone who's not necessarily conventionally beautiful, I
can still be attracted based on their intellect or whatever.
But fat is a big problem for me. It sets off something in
my head that says "overindulgent pig."
I will raise you from the ground and without a sound you'll
appear and surrender yourself to me, to love.
I have often dreamed
of lying on a beach, completely naked. It's late in the afternoon
and the sun is still blazing but it's less cruel now. I'm
slightly drunk and a fly is buzzing around my body, tickling
my arms and face. My skin is warm from the sun and there is
so much heat coming off my body that I must lie close to the
water so the waves can lap at me and cool my limbs. The roar
of the ocean is in my ears and the sand is shifting beneath
me. Sometimes the water comes up to my knees and sometimes
up to my cunt, rushing in and assaulting me, then running
away mischievously. My pubic hair glistens like a wet spider
I am open. I am on display to the sea and suddenly I smell
heliotrope and jasmine and a shadow looms over me and there
stands the most beautiful girl, skin glistening with oil.
Long hair and a shy smile. She has come to see if I'm okay.
She kneels down beside me but I pretend I'm sleeping and I
don't move. She puts her ear on my breast and listens. Satisfied
with my heartbeat she starts to rise, but her eye is caught
by my ruby earrings glistening in the sun and she reaches
to touch one sitting on my ear like a drop of blood.
I quickly grab her hand. At first she's startled but when
I smile she laughs, realizing I've been pretending. She doesn't
move away. She moves closer and I can feel her soft breath
on my skin. The flies are buzzing and the sky is golden and
her smell is intoxicating. She doesn't take her eyes away
She asks me if I'm all right and I tell her I'm thirsty so
she playfully grabs a hand full of the sea and splashes it
on my face. I pull her down on the sand with me and I tickle
her until she's in a fit of laughter, and before I can even
blink she has leaned up and kissed me-like a naughty schoolgirl
with her soft pink lips. A warm sensation starts expanding
in my belly. I stare into her eyes and she is fearless.
I'm on all fours now and the sun is beating down on my back
and the waves are teasing our legs. She doesn't move so I
shift my weight and I'm straddling her, directly above her,
and small beads of sweat trickle off my neck. One lands on
her neck so I lean down and lick it off. Again I am met by
a penetrating stare, inviting me to do as I please. So I lean
down to kiss her lips, already parted, and we eat each other
hungrily, taking turns to explore one another's mouth with
our tongues. Her teeth are like miniature pieces of china
that I am feasting from. She bites my lip a little too hard
and I punish her by pulling away.
After what seems like an eternity of staring I move up over
her, brushing my breasts against her face. She grabs the with
her hands, gripping the firmly and guiding my nipples into
her mouth one at a time. Sucking on them, licking them, biting
Suddenly the wetness between my legs has nothing to do with
the waves that are bathing us. My pussy is soaked from within
and I want her to touch me and feel my aching. I move back
to kiss her and yank up the long T-shirt she wears as a dress.
I discover she's wearing no underwear. Suddenly her finger
finds my pussy and she is finger fucking me and playing with
my clit and giggling.
I tell her she'll make me come in a second if she doesn't
stop and she replies, "Good, 'cause I'm dying of thirst
and I want to drink your pussy juice!" She starts to
rub faster and faster plunging her finger in and out of me,
sometimes tickling my asshole. I devour her mouth, and I play
with the nipples of her small boyish breasts.
I'm just about to come and she tells me she want's to taste
me, so I crawl up to her mouth and lower my pussy on to her
lips and her tongue touches my clit and she begins to suck
and I am destroyed.
Her hands hold my ass as I rock back and forth on her face.
Strange sounds come out of my throat like a baby crying as
I pour the purest part of myself into her. I fall back on
the sand exhausted from the heat and the alcohol and the excitement.
She tells me how sweet my pussy tastes and I tell her to take
off her T-shirt and lie on her stomach.
I pull myself up and stand over her, staring at her beautiful
tanned ass and long legs. I part her legs with my feet and
marvel at the pink wetness of her pussy. Falling to my knees
I wet my finger and start licking her asshole, making little
circles and occasionally biting her ass. She asks me what
I'm doing and I say, "What you want me to do."
The sun is starting to set and circling seagulls have become
voyeurs. My finger finds her clit and I rub it and she begins
to moan and purr like a little dove. "Put your finger
inside me," she begs, but I tease her and say "No,
first I have to make an offering to the sea." I continue
to spread her legs out so her asshole and pussy are open wide,
ready to be fucked by nature. Her back is arching and the
muscles in her ass are straining and she begs me to make her
come, so I tell her to turn over and keep her legs spread.
She does and I sit there staring at her beautiful cunt, trembling
in the rosy light. I crawl toward her until my nose is almost
touching her and I smell deeply-the sea, the heliotrope, her
animal scent that reminds me of musk and vanilla.
First I kiss her inner thighs and lick her outer lips tasting
the salt of the sea. Then I kiss her clit but very gently
because it's engorged with blood and erect as any cock I've
"Suck my pussy, baby," she says to me like a prayer,
and I do. I plunge my tongue into her soft wetness. Her pelvis
starts gyrating and she starts to groan and my tongue goes
back to her clit licking faster and faster. I take my fingers,
first one then two because she is so open and I finger fuck
her tight little gash while sucking on her clit faster and
harder until she grabs the back of my head and pulls it into
When she comes she cries out like the seagulls circling above
us. Her body shudders again and again and I drink in every
drop of her sweet nectar. Then I crawl up next to her and
kiss her gently, letting her taste her own pussy. She smiles
and I notice she has a space in her teeth like mine. I fall
onto my back and I look into the fantastic sky, red now but
turning pink and violet.
The sky is the color of pussy.
I am content.
I find her hand and squeeze it.
"What's your name?" I ask.
I don't think you
have to have a language in common with someone to have sexual
rapport. But it helps if the language you don't understand
is Italian. I practically come listening to people speak Italian
and I don't understand it that well. When they say, "Are
you hungry? Let's go get some spaghetti," it sounds like
they are coming on to you. It's really arousing. Sex can overcome
the language barrier because it's all body language anyway.
But it you're talking about having a long, meaningful relationship,
forget it. I was really into this Italian guy and I had this
fantasy about him. He lived in Rome with his mother. I sat
there with a dictionary piecing together sentences and I finally
realized that he was madly in love with me in three days and
wanted me to stay in Italy and marry him and have a baby right
away. That wasn't to appealing, but the sex was good. Sometimes
when you can't speak it kind of frees you up. They're whispering
all this shit in your ear and they could be talking about
the theory of relativity for all you know. They could be calling
you a cunt bitch whore from hell. They could be saying, "As
soon as you come home I'm going to kill you," and you're
yelling, "Yes! Yes!"
You were here for such a short time and now you're gone again.
I hope you don't stay in L.A. for too long. I hear the smog
is really bad and all that sun rots your brain. But you have
Ben to keep you from going Hollywood on us, so I'm not worried.
Wasn't Ingrid's party a blast? Those margaritas tasted sooooo
good. I lost track of how many I had, but the next day my
liver reminded me.
When you and your friend rode up on your Harley's I wet my
pants. I watched you ride up from my window and I wanted to
run downstairs, straddle your bike and let you eat my pussy
while all your friends watched. Why do motorcycles, tattoos
and dirty hands always send me to my knees? Proof that I am
nothing but white trash. Do you think it's bad that I'm attracted
to all your friends? Do you think it's bad that I'm attracted
to all your friends? It makes me want to
fuck you more, knowing you have such fuckable friends.
The girls were pretty fuckable too. By the time everybody
arrived I had to do a woody check. People seemed to be in
such a good mood. I think the margaritas had something to
do with it. I tried to be a good hostess and make sure everyones
needs were met but after a few drinks I decided everyone could
meet their own needs.
The D.J. you found played the best stuff. My $900.00 Gucci
shirt was soaked from dancing so I took it off and nobody
seemed to mind. So did Ingrid and nobody seemed to mind. We
were wearing matching Christian Dior demi-cup bras and that
made me feel even closer to her. When the D.J. played a slow
song we got glued together and just to show how much I love
her I let her french kiss me and smear my lipstick.
You weren't jealous were you? I noticed you had your hand
halfway down Juliettes pants. Were you helping her tuck her
skirt in? I don't blame you. She looks like she just stepped
out of a Zeffirelli movie.
Did your friends have fun? Todd spent the whole night taking
to a gorgeous Lesbian and Ben sneaked out halfway through
the evening. Who's heart was breaking this time?
All in all I'd say the party was a great success but I was
glad when everyone left and we were finally alone. You fucked
me so good we cracked the toilet seat.
I saw a movie the other day where a girl sticks a rag up her
lovers butt and pulls it out when he comes. Should we try
Miss you something awful, hurry back!
your devoted nympho DITA XX
Sex was like a game to her
Like Jeopardy! or Hollywood Squares.
or Trivial Pursuit.
Her body was a weapon,
not a fatal weapon,
more like a stun gun.
more like a fun gun.
She did it to remind everybody
that she could bring happiness
or she could bring danger,
kind of like the lone ranger
only the horse she rode in on was high.
She was an avenger of the libido dead,
a sister of mercy,
our lady of head.
How do you give a good blowjob?
Drink a lot of beer first
Trying on clothes
in the dressing room of Ralph Lauren, Ivo took off his slacks.
Looking in the 3-way mirror he realized he was hard. Could
it be the lovely Cuban salesgirl who brushed up against him
in the sales aisle? Could it be the hot balmy afternoon that
made his clothes heavy and the back of his neck moist? Can't
Ralph Lauren afford an air conditioner? Or maybe it was the
theme song from Dr. Zhivago filling the store. The
thought of Julie Christie never failed to arouse him. In any
case he stood helpless and hard, his boxer shorts protruding
like a pup tent. He felt like buying a new pair of chinos
but for some reason he ended up in the dressing room with
everything but. Linen jackets, denim shirts and a wonderful
leather belt. he took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Staring
into the mirror he caught himself smiling. Suddenly, the Cuban
salesgirl was near the dressing room, calling to him. "Do
you need any help?" it seemed like a trick question.
Her voice was deep and throaty like something was caught in
it. "Oh dear," Ivo said to himself. He was tempted
to answer the question in a most lascivious manner, but instead
he said, "The shirts are awfully big. I'd like to try
a size 38." Off she went on a hunt, leaving a trail of
Giorgio behind her. Cheap perfume always aroused him. He believed
that cheap cologne smelled luxurious on people with dark skin.
Ivo had lost all interest in trying on clothes. Standing in
his boxer shorts, he found himself dizzy from the humidity
and the lurid scent. So he sat down and considered masturbating
while watching himself in the mirror. maybe he could do it
before the salesgirl came back. She didn't seem to be in a
hurry. The idea of her walking in as he ejaculated made him
even harder. He stared at the belt he had chosen, lying on
the floor. He liked it but he didn't want to buy it. Belts
reminded him of his father. Suddenly her voice was at the
door again. "I have your size 38. Are you decent?"
"Oh if only you knew," he said to himself. Without
thinking he told her to come in. She opened the door nervously
and, seeing him sitting there flushed and dreamy, she tried
to avoid looking in his eyes or below his waist. "It's
very hot in here, I wish they'd fix the air conditioner."
Her words hung in the air. He didn't respond. He just sat
there staring at her. She didn't move but clutched the size
38 to her breast. Ivo could hear her breathing. He noticed
she was wearing an ankle bracelet with little red stones that
must have been glass. Her perfect brown toes peeked out of
her sandals. He wanted to lick them. "Aren't you feeling
well?" she asked. "I think the heat is getting to
me," he lied. "Put your hand on my forehead and
tell me if I have a fever." She stepped forward, balling
the crisp shirt up in one hand, and reaching out to his forehead
with the other. She touched his skin slightly and felt a definite
heat but couldn't tell who it belonged to. Her hand moved
without instruction, first to cheek. Then his neck, to report
on the temperature there. "It's hard to tell, 'cause
it's so hot in this place but I think you're normal."
"Oh..." He sounded disappointed. "I hope not,"
he prayed to himself. He stared at her fly for a long time.
Then slowly he reached out and touched the Y formed by her
legs and crotch. She didn't flinch but stood there crushing
the shirt into a tight ball. He pushed his finger in and out
of the Y and felt moisture there. Without warning she dropped
to her knees, letting the shirt fall from her hands. Her face
came to rest on his lap and he stroked her cheek. she wore
no makeup and her head was beautifully shaped. She had the
most magnificent mouth and it's proximity to his erection
tormented him. As if she were reading his mind, her hand went
into the leg of his shorts, found his cock, and slid it through
his open fly into her mouth. He watched her suck. Her nostrils
flared as her lips pulled on him, sending him far away. Shopping
never felt so good. He noticed the door was open a crack but
he made no move to close it. He was transfixed by this dark
haired Loita, who worked on him effortlessly, so innocently;
he had no reason to mistrust her. Looking up at him with her
lazy brown eyes, she made him feel drunk. She held the base
of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, and
through the strains of "Lara's Theme" he heard little
sucking sounds. Sometimes he played with her hair and sometimes
he used his hands to guide her mouth on him. Her mouth . .
. her mouth was genius. She knew what she was doing and she
did it. Ivo caught himself in the mirror and noticed how his
face glistened with sweat. "You're beautiful," he
said out loud, not quite sure how he was talking to. Suddenly
he felt as if he would explode. He threw his head back and
moaned "Oh yes, you are so beautiful," as his blood
rushed to the base of his spine. He heard his own heart pounding
in his ears. His hands massaged the back of her neck as she
sucked faster and faster and faster. The dam broke. And his
come shot out of him in spasms, in beautiful wrenching spasms.
She did not swallow it, but, half smiling, she let it run
out of her mouth like a child spilling milk. "Lourdes,
where are you? I need you to help some customers." A
stern matronly voice came out of nowhere. She jumped up and
wiped her mouth with the size 38. "You'll have to buy
the shirt now. I have to get back to work." "Is
your name Lourdes?" he asked. "Yes, but my friends
call me Luli." She straightened herself and checked her
face in the mirror, perfectly content with what she saw. He
saw she was simple and envied her. He wanted to know her.
He wanted to buy her a hot dog or a big soft pretzel. "Can
I take you to lunch?" he asked. "Oh, you don't owe
me anything," she replied. "Besides I have a boyfriend."
With that she turned and was gone, yelling over her shoulder,
"You can pay up front."
I wasn't going to write this letter but after thinking long
and hard, no pun intended, I decided it was best that you
know that I know.
When you came back from L.A. and I didn't hear from you I
got worried, so I went to your place and when I got to the
door I heard strange noises. I thought someone was being strangled.
Feeling protective, I used the key you gave me and let myself
I tiptoed into the bedroom in case there was an intruder,
and lo and behold someone was being strangled but not the
way I imagined. Ben was kneeling in front of you and he wasn't
praying. I didn't know if I was turned on or disgusted. I
just knew I had to get out of there.
I guess you were in your own little world. Or maybe you knew
I was watching and it got you off. In any case I think we
should spend some time apart and think this thing through.
Now I know why Ben was always so preoccupied. Is that what
you did on those fishing trips? I didn't know Ben was holding
your rod for you. Did you catch anything?
I haven't told Ingrid yet. I'm not sure how she's gonna take
it. Maybe she'll feel better knowing her competition isn't
another woman. As for me, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Next time you want pussy, just look in the mirror.
Doctor: Have you ever been mistaken for a prostitute?
Dita: Every time anyone reviews anything I do I'm mistaken
for a prostitute.
A lot of people are afraid to say what they want.
That's why they don't get what they want.
I WOULD LIKE
TO THANK EVERYONE WHO MADE THIS BOOK POSSIBLE, ESPECIALLY
THE PEOPLE WHO TOOK THEIR CLOTHES OFF WHEN I ASKED THEM TOO:
ISABELLA ROSSELLINI, NAOMI CAMPBELL, TATIANA VON FUSTENBURG,
INGRID CASARAS, BIG DADDY KANE, VANILLA ICE, UDO KEIR, DANIEL
DE LA FALAISE, TONY WARD, JULIE TOLENTINO, ALLISTAIR FATE,
WALLIS FRANKEN, SAM CONVERSE, THE BOYS AT THE GAIETY, LUCIFER
AT THE VAULT, STELLA, DAVID, CHICKLET, CAROLINE THE KINKY
CATERER, MIKE RAYLE, CARL GEARY AND CRAIG SPENCER. I WOULD
LIKE TO THANK THE CITIZENS OF MIAMI, FLORIDA, FOR NOT RUNNING
ME OVER WHEN I RAN NAKED THROUGH THEIR STREETS. THANKS TO
JULIE MANNION AT KEEBLE CAVACO & DUKA FOR BEING A TIGHTWAD
WHEN IT CAME TO SPENDING MY MONEY. THANKS TO LEXINGTON LABS
FOR MAXIMUM SECURITY. NOT. THANKS TO GAVIN DE BECKER AND THE
FBI FOR RESCUING PHOTOGRAPHS THAT WOULD MAKE J. EDGAR HOOVER
ROLL OVER. THANKS TO NICK CALLAWAY AND CHARLES MELCHER FOR
BRAVERY IN PACKAGING. THANKS TO WARNER BOOKS FOR BRAVERY PERIOD.
THANKS TO PAUL CAVACO FOR DOING RUNWAY AND CHEERING US UP
WHENEVER NECESSARY. THANKS TO ANDREW FOR ENDURING EVERYONE'S
ABUSE. THANKS TO FRANCOIS NARS FOR BRINGING EDITH PIAF TO
LIFE FOR US AND FOR GETTING RID OF MY EYEBROWS ONCE AND FOR
ALL. THANKS TO GARREN FOR DOING MY HAIR WHILE BEING COMPLETELY
NORMAL. THANKS TO MARQUISE FOR THE LAST WORD ON EVERYTHING.
THANKS TO DARREN FOR KNOWING WHERE IT'S AT. THANKS TO SIUNG
FAT TJIA FOR TOTAL GRAPHIC DEVOTION. THANKS TO MELISSA AND
MISSY FOR BEING SHOCKPROOF. THANKS TO THE REAL BIG DADDY,
GLENN O'BRIEN FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO SPELL. THANKS TO FABIEN
BARON FOR HIS COMPLETE DISDAIN FOR ORGANISATION AND UTTER
DISREGARD FOR DETAIL. GENIUS! MOST OF ALL THANKS TO STEVEN
MEISEL FOR NOT BEING AFRAID WHEN I WAS. PERFECTION!