I came across
the voluptuous Elise selling erotica and Betty
Page memorabilia on Portobello road in the street
on her weekly Saturday morning outdoor stand.
This was the 80s when I too was buying, but not
selling, sepia Ladies of the night
Parisian postcards from the roaring 20s for my
Archive Retrograph. I had been involved in
Erotica since the early 80s living in Paris
surrounded by erotic vintage photographs and
other miscellaneous phallic objects.
Elise could have stepped out of a French
nightclub but in fact she was of Greek heritage.
Had I met her today, I would have interviewed her,
but the mid 80s was long ago and so we just would
say hello and pleasantries on Saturday mornings.
She looked ready for business in one way or
another having jet black heavily fringed Louise
Brooks style bob. She was very sensual and
curvaceous. We just talked shop but one day
somehow discovered we both had a passionate love
for Cuba. She loved to dance Salsa and confided
in me she kept a young virile lover in Havana who
she would send money to when she could via anyone
travelling there on holiday.
Having me in mind as her next victim, she lured
me to her studio in Camberwell with the promise
of lunch. I had no idea what to expect but was
curious to see how she lived and observe her
taste in decor. I wasnt sure if she was on
the game and thought I would find out if she had
a sexy boudoir.
I gasped when I saw a huge magnificent surreal
Dali-esque very foreign looking painting on
canvas that dominated the room of a Rubenesque
Elise in all her naked glory, her ample breasts
and nipples being squeezed and fondled by not
just one well hung male but three with the forth
man licking the sweetness of her honey pot! I was
fascinated and of course asked her how the
painting came about frozen in time.
She explained it was for a photo shoot at the Kit
Kat Klub in Berlin for Taschen books and had been
set up for very explicit sessions. I did not dare
to ask how deep the penetrations were, if any, or
if she had been tempted but she was in orgasmic
heaven from the expression on her face. The
Italian portrait artist Enrico Mazzini had
captured her lust from the photograph she had
given him as inspiration.
Elise was more intent on persuading me to take a
pair of Nike trainers in my large suitcase to
Havana and it was difficult to refuse knowing how
hard it was and expensive to get foreign
merchandise in Havana. Her toy boy never got them
in the end and I had a very unpleasant evening
with the young puppy lamenting the loss of his
in The Hove Writers Group 5th November 2018 and
updated on 6th November 2018.