Revisiting the Past

It wasn’t his real name but she called him Trevor on account of their fleeting fling so reminiscent of ‘Brief Encounter’.
It had been a while since she had been intimate with a man and the urge was becoming quite impelling.

Her stay at the “Hotel George”, with its peaceful atmosphere, had been delightful. She would order coffee to be served in the lounge, where she’d peruse the newspapers.

She wasn’t a stunning beauty but a woman sitting alone was bound to attract the attention of men who saw the potential of a sexual conquest and the individual standing at the bar was casting glances in her direction.

Being a commercial traveller, he could afford to stay at this luxurious establishment with all expenses paid by his company. His only regret was that he would soon be settling his bill and leave.

‘May I join you?’, he asked.

‘With pleasure’, she replied smiling. He was about to sit next to her when she winked at him and got up.

The cafetière, that had just been delivered, was ignored as the pair ascended the carpeted stairs to her room.

‘Trevor’ had been the tonic she needed. Admittedly his huge penis had hurt her at first but the orgasm that followed had made the discomfort worthwhile.

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That she was a nymphomaniac she accepted without question.

‘There must be more to sex’, she had often wondered after intercourse with her ex husband who hurriedlycame leaving her unsatisfied, and found that there was when she let her boss have his way with her in the office on a shag rug.
After that there was no stopping her in her search for physical fulfilment; the young waiter in the restaurantin Dean Street with whom she arranged a tryst for the following day; the teacher of the evening class where she was learning Italian which was to prove useful on her holiday to Italy.

With the pretence of practising the language she would chat up the fishermen of a small seaside village and soon the stratagem paid dividends. She secured the services of a native hunk, nightly on the beach.

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One question nagged at the mind of this woman with a libidinous appetite: what had caused her sex addiction?

Freud believed that by releasing repressed memories one could trace the origin of a particular problem.
She decided to undergo a past life regression therapy. Through hypnotism she was able to recall a sexual experience at the age of 16 with a shepherd boy and going further back at the onset of an early puberty she made an interesting but intriguing discovery that offered the possibility of an answer.

It was a warm and sultry July weather. A jug of cold lemonade lay on a wooden table and the wife of a farmer,  on whose land she had been picking strawberries, poured some in a glass and offered it to her. While drinking it with relish she saw in the distance the husband sauntering from the farmhouse towards them.

She must have fallen asleep and when she woke up, she was on her own. By now a south wind breezed over the fields and she could feel it on her naked legs. Her skirt had risen up to her midriff and she realised that she wasn’t wearing any knickers and felt a strange itch between her legs. She was mystified as she was sure to have put them on in the morning.

She made her way home still puzzling at what could have happened.

The therapist’s session didn’t throw any further light.

© Luigi Pagano 2015