over the weekend, i read a graphic novel called, “lost girls” by alan moore and illustrated by melinda gebbie. it’s beautifully illustrated and raunchy as hell. it’s basically a story about alice in wonderland, wendy from “peter pan,” and dorothy from “the wizard of oz” meeting in an austrian hotel before world war I as adult women who basically LOVE fucking. 
the illustrations are pornographic, but also so beautiful that they are true works of art.
now, i don’t know if it’s because i personally haven’t been fucking since early july, i started reading a few chapters and i just about lost it. i started reading about dorothy masturbating as the tornado was shaking her house, and i got wet and bothered. i had the book lying on my bed, while i went at it with my fingers, my legs shaking violently.
i was spinning in an orgasmic bliss, dripping wet with desire.
then i started reading about wendy and her sexual discoveries with a boy named peter. of course, the incestuous stuff wasn’t appealing to me, but once it got to the parts of wendy fucking peter, i had to go for another whirl, my bed was drenched.
finally, reading alice’s stories of sexual-land interestingly didn’t turn me on as much, which i guess means i’m not a lesbian. it was girl on girl action throughout. i still did enjoy reading and looking at the pictures. i mean come on, it was girl on girl action. 
ahhh, but since the three stories were told intermittently, i certainly got off plenty over the three nights of reading this fantastical retelling of these stories i enjoyed as a little girl.
e told me that he found the drawings in the book cute, so he wasn’t as moved as i was to take care of myself over and over again. i think it might be due to the fact that he’s a guy, but also used to hardcore porn. as experienced in sex as i am, i’m still pretty innocent when it comes to the world of porn and really kinky shit.
reading these stories made me think about my own coming-of-age around sexuality and feeling so lost and ashamed at how horny i felt but how also inept i was to satisfy that ache in me. i wish this book had been written 20 years ago and that i had found it. i think it would have opened up a whole world i was so afraid to enter until i was 26, and even now, i write this blog about my sex and love adventures, but i am still a “lost girl” waiting to be found…telling my own stories and fantasies to you to free myself.
