Episode 7
Adventures in Pantyland

Elastic Smirk

Now, why a chap noted for his dry bitng wit and penchant for rich young Oxford boys has me more excited than the man of my dreams or Aphrodite incarnate I don’t know. Oscar Wilde’s presence creates a delicious tension inside me. His lunging awkward manner coupled with his charming British banter has me smirking so hard it hurts my cheeks. All of them! I suppose its his embodiment of the perfect remark that has me going.

He refastens my robe with a delicacy rare to any man I have met before. His fingers stroking the silk knot with an affection intended for himself more than me, I’m sure.

"Thank you for that" I bat my eyelashes. The affect obviously missed. Alas, I’m not a boy.

"Please my dear, it was the ONLY decent thing to do." Oscar smiles wryly, his hat tips forward, and I melt.

Meanwhile, Gertrude is acting antsy.

"This hall is not a dressing room my friends, but rather a salon of brief acquaintance. And as we’re through, Toodle-Loo!" She pushes by me, pinning me for a moment to the wall.

Her belly presses against mine with an electric pulse and for a moment we meet. Her brown penetrating eyes tell me of secrets and soirees we might share.

I’m drawn and repelled by her father/mother-like authority.

"Yes, well..." I dislodge myself from the space between her and the wall.

"I hope to reconnect…soon..if possible" I stutter out the words. This is Gertrude Stein for godess-sakes. And I touched her. Why does one’s eloquence cease when it is most called for?

My attention returns to Pasha, the source for all these historical encounters. Her skin winks at me with a glistening dryad splash. Oscar is lighting a cigarette behind her with a grand gesture.

"Pasha, how can I make sense of all this?" my throat catches as I speak. Oscar’s deliberate smoke rings float over Pasha’s head, distracting me. I hear Gertrude slam the front door.

"My silly girl," Pasha takes my hand, shivers creep up my arm like racing spiders. "You mustn’t TRY to make sense of things. Instead, succumb to the experience and yourself. And then you will BECOME."

Her words hold no meaning now, but her slender fingers moving down my back, around my waist and belly to the elastic of my panties has me doing as she says despite myself.

Succumbing.