Naughty Theater of the Mind - Sex Stories

Naughty Theater of the Mind

The butterflies in my stomach threatened to explode as I waited for my cue to make my next entrance on stage in my first professional theater production. I had to get back into character quickly. I closed my eyes, emptied my mind and let the blond Suzie, the slut, take over. This wasn’t an easy task. As the daughter of the small town pastor, I hadn’t known anything about acting – movies and television were forbidden – and a whole lot less about sexuality. The only thing I was ever allowed to know about sex was that it was for procreation and the duty of the wife. At college, a new world opened to me. I devoured films, television and theater. I watched all the classical movies I could find, the Oscar winners, the blockbusters and a few erotic thrillers and porn. After a month I changed my studies from theology to drama and film - to my parents’ dismay. Once I got exposed to the power of the story, other than the Bible, I was hooked. Stories opened new worlds, different people, strange cultures and challenging ideas. I desperately wanted to be part of the storytelling milieu. The best place was at the drama and film department. “And who is the owner of this thong?” came the female dialogue from the stage. I nearly missed my cue to enter stage right. In this erotic farce my character, Suzie, is the catalyst in a couple’s sexless marriage. Opening the door, I, for a moment was Elizabeth, the actor, taking in the scene. The beautiful and sensual Anne, playing Margaret, was dressed ...

... in the conservative business suit of her character. John, her real life husband, played Larry, who also wrote the play, was a handsome and very sexy man. He was dressed in a red bathrobe. The small intimate theater was packed with appreciative patrons, who still enjoyed the occasional erotic farce. That moment passed and I was Suzie, the slut again. My denim micro mini barely covered my pussy and behind. The cut-off t-shirt hardly concealed my ample breasts. If I lifted my arms an inch my nipples would be visible. Elizabeth wouldn’t be found dead in such an outfit but Suzie, the exhibitionist, relished in such near nudity. As Suzie, I sashayed through the door and saw Margaret beside an unmade bed, talking to Larry standing on the other side. He looked guilty as a child with his hands in the cookie jar, well his hand in my cookie. I raised my hand, fully exposing my boobs. A low gasp came from the audience. “Thank you, darling,” I said and walked over to Margaret and stood at the foot-and-end of the bed, with my back to the audience “I thought I lost it.” As I put out my hand to take the intimate piece of clothing, Margaret threw it into my face. It dropped onto the floor next to Larry. Bending at the hips, I exposed my pussy to the audience. The shock that came from the audience blew hot air onto my naked pussy. I shifted my legs to a wider stance, giving them a better look. My breasts swayed naked for all to see. A laughter, accompanied with applause, showed the audience’s ...