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Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term “perverse.” What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one’s back to others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
Carol Chambers outwardly appears to be an avenge, middle-class American. A modern, liberated woman, she enjoys a high degree of success in her advertising career. Yet Carol behaves in ways that many others would consider abnormal-she is magnetically drawn to young men, finding in them what she has always lacked in her relationships with men her own age.
And who is to say whether she is normal or perverse? THE BOY TEASER-a novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman seeking to resolve her conflicts and find inner happiness.
Carol Chambers closed her lovely eyes and let the bright noonday sun filter through her eyelids, casting a hot red light over the troubled thoughts that swam through her mind. She was sunning herself on her patio, lying on a chaise, clad in the skimpiest bikini she could find and enjoying the sun’s penetrating warmth on her barely covered tits and cunt. She was lucky and she knew it. Carol was wealthy, having made a small fortune in the advertising business through hard work and some degree of ruthlessness. She was beautiful, beautiful in the lush, full, free-flowing way that made men wild to fuck her. She had friends, friends of the proper sort, friends whose attitude toward life was devil-may-care and morally loose, wealthy friends, friends who bored each other with a passion. She had everything, everything except happiness.
Carol Chambers, for all her beauty, for all her wealth, for all her fashionable aggressiveness, was unable to find the one thing in life she needed now more than anything else. She lacked a satisfying sex life, and the lack of it was driving her crazy. It wasn’t that Carol wasn’t chased after by men, far from it. She had had lovers, many of them. But something had always been lacking in her many affairs, something that she had only recently come to realize. It was not only the deep feeling of love and attachment that her affairs had lacked. It was also the freedom; felt within her; to give herself totally when she was getting screwed. She was frigid, at least more frigid than she should have been, and she knew it. She also had come to realize why.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GE-1049 in the original publications (a duplicate).