SexMinx the confessions of a very naughty girl...

Beautiful, Beautiful Boy - rated PG (written in fall 2001)

As much as I hate disclaimers, this piece was written my junior year of high school, when I was 16. It was the closetst I got to "erotic" writing before this summer, so I consider it a starting point of my work. It was an assignment for my english class, to explain the PG rating.

I still remember the first time I saw him. He works at the library, and he is squatting in a small corner of the Mystery section, tenderly separating two books to put a third in between them, his actions seeming sadly monotonous. The hazy sunlight streamed onto the dull, brown carpet and mushroom colored bookshelves from the tiny window above, making the whole corner seem a little blurry. I look down to see him in worn black shoes planted firmly on the ground, covered by frayed denim jeans that were touching the dingy floor ever so slightly, and a black t-shirt from what looked like a Metallica concert. He looked well kept and he obviously cared about his appearance, but because of the way his hair slightly curled down the back of his neck, it looked as though it could never be neat. He wasn’t an amazing sight, about 17 or 18 years old I’d guess, nothing to gawk at, but I could only see the back of his shirt and the slop of locks on his head, so I didn’t have much to judge by. As he finished putting away his book, I wondered if he had noticed me standing ten feet away from him for the last twenty seconds.

He had noticed someone standing there, and so he stood up, slowly turning towards me. I couldn’t speak for a moment. He was beautiful. Not a feminine type of beautiful, as one would normally think, but completely beautiful, possessing every quality of something that is defined as “beautiful”. I first notice his outstanding eyes, looking straight at me, and even though they are a simple color alone, a grayish green, they look deep and content, like I want to fall asleep in them, and wrap myself around the folds and creases of his eyelids. They appeared even more amazing when accentuated by his eyebrows. They were long and slightly slanted, a bit protruding, strong, soft, decisive, and accepting. They gave his face emotion, passion, and expression, dancing above his eyes according to whatever he was feeling. I could not blink, because I could not stand being torn away from that beauty, not for a second. Every other one of his features possessed something entirely different, yet equally gorgeous. His lips hung from his mouth, having the color of strawberry ice cream, and I sometimes imagine they also tasted like it. His boyish cheeks and sloping nose may have served no other purpose but to only exist, adding to the vision of his visage. Supporting his face, that beautiful face which was attached to his head, stands his muscular neck, positioned on top of his broad, strapping shoulders. He was not overly built, he had the kind of strength suitable for tenderly holding you, making you feel warm and loved and protected. I could picture his arms being a barrier to the entire outside world, because if you felt his hands move to embrace you, it seems like he could shield you from anything dire or cruel. I had forgotten that we were still in a library, because to me the library had disappeared. All the books and shelves and people and walls turned to smoke, and we were simply alone, staring at each other through the misty sunlight of nonexistent windows. He raised one eyebrow and slightly turned his head down and to the left, giving me that type of look as if waiting for me to say something. He probably thought I was a special ed kid or something, so he decided to take the initiative and speak

“ Hi,” he said. “Did you . . . need something?”

Not even slightly remembering why I had approached him in the first place, I just smiled, goofily. He smiled back. I felt like fainting, or perhaps drowning in strawberry ice cream. Just that smile made him seem all the more gorgeous, if that was even possible. Wandering off in thought about this new beautiful thing I discovered about to his face, I was surprised when I realized that my own mouth had stop working correctly when I tried to speak, and that I couldn’t achieve the pronunciation of letters, or string a whole sentences together properly. I found this out in the short exchange of words that came between us the next minuet.

I attempted to pathetically and inarticulately explain that I didn’t know where the cooking section was, and he held an amused smile, just slightly open to reveal a row of white pearl teeth. It was almost like he knew what I was thinking, he probably had a good idea because of my incoherent babbling, and the smile hung there as if to say ‘I’m flattered’. He pointed me in the right direction, and I left him, but I could not escape him. I wondered if he saw me constantly near him, peeking around every corner, or positioning myself as to catch his notice. I saw him leave at 7:04, pulling out a chain with one key and around 10 other objects dangling off of it as he casually walked out the door, and my life felt a little emptier. He had become a presence that I did not want to be temporary, a comfort that I did not want to leave. I didn’t even know his name! Although I have not seen him since, I have no doubt in my mind that he still remains perfectly beautiful.

Who is Suzie Minx?

I began this Bolg to publicizing my writing, share it with friends, and hopefully offend some people (as if I could be that important). I have never written erotica before I started this page, and all my final works are posted here. So what's it like being me? I have a voluptuous, mocha-colored body that stands at 5'11". My eyes are brown and my hair dark and naturally curly, cut just past my shoulders. I'm a Leo, and I'm vain. Which is good for the creative writer, since much of my writing is based on my own sexual misadventures. I'll be heading off to my first year of college in late august, to the exciting college town of Amherst, Massachusetts. I'm 18 and awaiting the sure to be sex-filled college experience with anticipation. Thanks for joining me!