| In our
monthly Erotic Travel column we'll feature hot, steamy, travel erotica.
This month's warm-up was contributed by Rita Goldman Gelman, author of
"Tales of a Female Nomad". Gelman says she didn't start out expecting to
roam the world as a nomad. She thought she'd spend life with her husband
as they had for 30 years - eating out at the best restaurants in
Los Angeles, going to the Academy Awards, entertaining friends...
That all changed in 1986 when they divorced. At the age of 48 Rita says
she looked around and thought, "There has to be more than one way to do
life." She found that way, and blazed a trail for women in the second halves
of their lives to follow. |
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had a window seat on my flight from New York to Los Angeles. The man in
the seat next to mine arrived seconds after I did. I´m usually careful
on airplanes; some people hate talking to strangers and I don´t want to
impose. But this guy was a talker. Before the plane even took off, I knew
that he was a lawyer, married with two children, living in Westchester
County. And within minutes he knew all those little facts about me. Then
he talked about the dreams he knew he would never realize, the spiritual
world that he was trying to access, the dissatisfaction he felt about his
chosen career. He shared the depth of feeling he had for his wife of many
years…..and the disappointments. We talked about our kids, our fears, our
passions. By the time dinner was served, we had verbally probed places
neither of us had ever shared. This was my kind of seat mate!
We barely stopped
talking during dinner, the intimacy kept building and the passion of our
words was overwhelming. Then, when the lights went out after dinner (for
the movie), he said, "May I hold your hand while we talk." My first response
was, oh my God, I´ve known this man for two hours. How could I? Then I
thought again. What could happen? We were on a plane. My hand was hardly
a body part that could be seriously violated. Why not? So I smiled and
said yes.
And for the
remaining three hours, as we talked, he literally made love to my hand.
He never went above my wrist, but it was absolutely incredible. His fingers
caressed my palm, my fingers, between my fingers and the back of my hand.
His touch was light and sensuous and then firm and strong. My whole body
was aroused, my heart was pounding, my head flooded with fantasies. It
wasn´t long before I began returning the touch, the caress, the fondling.
It was probably the most extraordinary sexual experience I have ever had……….and
it happened in full view of flight attendants, pregnant women on their
way to the toilet, and toddlers racing up and down the aisle.
Learn more
about Rita Golden Gelman at www.femalenomad.com
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| "...I don´t
really like any of the structures that people have built to separate themselves
from others. Someone recently justified his hostility toward a neighbor
by quoting Robert Frost to me, "Good fences make good neighbors." I don´t
believe it. I don´t like borders or fences or institutions that separate
us. Most of the wars in the world are fought because of religions or boundaries.
It´s so obvious that we are much more alike than we are different…..why
erect the barriers?" Rita Golden Gelman - March, 2006 |
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