At long last, a female writes in! With latent, lesbian fantasies, no less! This beautiful, touching tale comes to us from Kerry of San Francisco. Please enjoy it. I did. Twice.
If i were a cartoon, I'd be Olive Oil - Popeye's dowdy love interest with lanky limbs and big feet. They say opposites attract, so my intrigue for Elvira, the curvaceous, goth, femme fatale, was only logical. I first met her in October of 1987, when I was just twelve-years-old. I nearly bumped into a life-sized cardboard standup of her, greeting me just inside the entrance of a Halloween costume store. Holding my mother's hand, I was captivated by her. My bony broomstick frame paled in comparison to her curvaceous, well-developed figure. Her late nite TV appearances were intermittent where I come from, but I was fortunate enough to catch her act periodically over the course of my adolescent years. Just enough times to leave a very vivid impression, and more than enough times to gaze into her deep, black, eyes and diddle myself to conclusion.
Years later, an old VHS tape laying on the street caught my eye. The discolored and filthy jacket made it difficult to distinguish, until I caught a glimpse of the raven black hair, pale skin, and bright red nails and lips. It wasn't THE Elvira, however, it was some raunchy, low budget B-grade porn star named ELBIRA. Jackpot. They might as well have been twins. I quickly grabbed the tape like a bitch wolf with seven hungry pups would pounce on a ground squirrel, and headed to my vacant abode to rub one out. I held on to that little gem as long as my juvenile fantasy starring the seductress vamp lasted. She rarely comes to mind anymore, as my latent, teenage, lesbian fantasies have been replaced with far more sophisticated things.....like cock and balls.
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