Dear Mark,

My birthday is coming up, and you’ve asked me several times now what I want for my birthday present. Well, I’m pretty sure what I want, but I haven’t quite known how to ask you. You see… well, I feel like it needs a bit of an explanation.

You remember last year when I went to Hollywood with Deborah? Something happened there that I never got a chance to tell you about. We were walking around, enjoying the sights. I mean, there’s not that much to see, just some stupid names in stars all over the street. Well, we were just starting to get bored when this well-dressed girl walked up to us.

She said she was from a TV station, and that there was a gameshow being filmed tonight that needed audience members. It was free, why not? So we went along with her.

She didn’t tell us too much about the show, but she said it was a contest being sponsored by Monique Cosmetics to advance their new product. She said we’d have to wait for details like everyone else watching the show.

She took us to this building, I mean, it looked just like a blank warehouse, but with some security guy standing outside. But once we got inside, wow! It was a real, live set! There was a stage, with plush carpets and fancy lighting. There were these glowing blue boxes above the stage to either side, I didn’t know what they were for at first, later we saw girls dancing in them, just their silhouettes, you know? But you never would have known this place existed just from the outside!

So we took our seats, they were pretty good seats, just two rows from the front, almost in the middle. After maybe half an hour the show began. There was a little blonde hosting it, she was off to one side behind a podium. In the center of the stage was a small pedestal with five tubes of something, I could only see because I was so close, but they were unmarked. No hints. Behind it were four plain chairs.

As the music started they had those girls dancing behind the blue screens, like I said, which was pretty hot (you know how I am about other girls! It’s too bad Debbie never swung that way…)

My jaw nearly dropped as a stunning brunette walked on from stage right. The host introduced her as Monique, founder, owner, and lead designer of Monique Cosmetics! I was pretty impressed, I mean, I use their makeup right? Here I was looking at the genius behind one of the most successful cosmetics companies in the world!

So she took the microphone and began to explain her new product (in a to-die-for accent!)

“Thank you all for being here today,” she said, “I am excited to announce today the fulfillment of the dream for which I founded Monique Cosmetics. Ever since I was a child, there is one product which I dreamed of, and today that dream has come true.”

There was applause. She continued, “Some say that in the 1960’s there was sexual revolution. But I tell you now, the true sexual revolution is today. No longer will women be bound by their sex worldwide. No longer will women be tied to the compulsions of their bodies. In the 1960’s, birth control was developed, giving women the choice to enjoy their bodies freely! This freedom changed the world.

“But today, Monique Corp. presents you, presents women worldwide, with the next great freedom. Finally, woman will have the freedom to choose not to enjoy their bodies! At long last, I give you the de-clitting cream we have all been waiting for!”

Thunderous applause. I was shocked! Who would ever want de-clitting cream? Could I have heard her right? Would people really buy this stuff?

At the same time, I found myself squirming in my seat- my panties were wet!

Monique continued, “Some of you may be asking why this product exists. Obviously you have not been following recent trends.”

Laughter. Apparently most of the people here knew more about this than I.

“Over the last 10 years increasing numbers of people, starting in Europe but spreading to America and around the world, are choosing not to have sex. This is in part due to the availability of safe and effective means of sexual nullification. Some of you may have seen the article in the New Yorker last month about the new male birth control pill which decreases annoying sex impulses without any loss of hormonal functionality. In the two years since it’s release on the market, it has topped Viagra sales.

“But the options for women have been limited and few. We have had to resort to surgery, never a pleasant option, and not one I would, or have, chosen for myself. Or we must turn to temporary de-sensitizing creams and injections. But these are messy and unreliable.

“Only now, today, do women have a safe, enjoyable, and above all permanent option. I present you with… MoniQream: Live the Dream. Thank you very much.”

Monique gave a short bow and stepped away from the podium with a mysterious smile.

The perky, blonde host stepped back up, saying, “Well, I know what’s going to be on my Christmas list!” Chuckles came from throughout the audience hall. Several female voices screamed from the audience, “Me too!”

Deborah and I met each other’s eyes, and there I saw on her face what must have been written all over my face. We were shocked but, I have to admit, we were intrigued.

The hosts voice was saying, “Thank you Monique, and thank you, viewers. We’re going to take a short break, and when we come back, we’ll explain the rules of the contest today. Thank you for watching!”

Debbie said to me, “Can you believe this is real?”

“I know, who would ever buy this stuff?” I responded.

“I dunno, I might!” Debbie said with a giggle.

My eyes went wide with shock, and I felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach. A vivid image popped into my mind of Debbie, naked, legs spread, rubbing cream onto her hot pussy. I could feel juices gushing from me at the thought, and I forced myself to banish the image before I got the seat wet! Out loud, I just said, (in a weak voice) “No, you wouldn’t really, would you? I mean, Debbie, you love guys!” I leaned in closer to her and whispered, “You masturbate all the time!”

“I know. Think of how much more time I’d have!” She said with a mischevious little grin. I felt myself growing faint as an image of her beautiful clitoris loomed in my imagination (or what it might look like, I had never actually seen it.)

“I dunno,” I said, “I’d have to think about it.” But I think, inside, I already knew it was for me. In front of us, a couple was touching and kissing and rubbing noses, smiling at each other. My heart started to race as I imagined what they might be whispering to each other. They started to make out, and I could see him surreptitiously touching her breast through her clothes.

I found myself wondering if this cream would work on nipples as well. Unable to help myself, I crossed my arms over my breasts (so they rubbed my nipples.) It felt great. I couldn’t stop shifting from one leg being on top of the other, to the other being on top of the first. It sucks to be so aroused in a public place like that! Then it occurred to me, maybe the cream could fix it- and that didn’t help my horniness levels at all!

The show came back on not long after that, to my immense relief. At least I would have something to pay attention to other than the aching in my pussy!

The tiny blonde host (I wondered what her clit looked like, and what it would look like after her ‘Christmas Present’) and said, “Welcome back, everyone! Today we have the pleasure of hosting the founder of Monique Corp. Cosmetics, with her new product ‘MoniQream: Live the dream! The de-clitting cream we have all been waiting for!’ This is the product she founded Monique Corp. to create. Let’s all welcome Monique.”

The tall, dreamy brunette from earlier entered stage left, and walked to stand across from the host, with her same, mysterious smile. Looking at her, I realized she had an incredible sexual presence about her. I found myself wishing I had a chance to spend just one night in bed with her before she used the cream on herself, if she hadn’t already!

I tuned back in to find the host saying, “…the contest will consist of four lucky women- we had over 500 applicants for this, by the way- who come on stage and take a seat in these four seats, here. On the table in front of them they will find five small white tubes. One of these tubes contains MoniQream, the others contain a cream identical in color, texture and odor, but without the active ingredients that make MoniQream work it’s magic.

“Each woman picks one tube and applies it to her clitoris and genital area. Don’t worry parents,” the host turned to the audience with a smile, “We’ll bring in a privacy screen.” I felt a flash of disappointment.

The perky voice continued, “The winner, if we’re lucky, is the woman who picks the right cream. Not only will she be de-clitted as she desires, but she will receive the $25,000 first prize money! If we’re not lucky, the fifth, untouched tube will be the winning tube, no one gets the money or to lose her clit, and we have another contest next week. Now, let us introduce the contestants!

“First we have Maura. She likes girls and walks on the beach, and says that today is a chance at a dream for her. Let’s hear it for Maura!”

A petite, pretty brunette entered, waved at the audience a little awkwardly with a cute smile, and sat in one of the chairs. As I looked at her, I found myself starting to like her figure. She had small breasts, like a supermodel, and those nice shoulders some girls have, not to mention great hips!

“Next we have Krista. She likes girly things and horror movies, and says she ‘wants to be de-sexed so bad.’ Let’s hear it for Krista!”

A tall, stacked blonde came onto the stage grinning and the crowd, one hand held high waving wildly. Her bleached hair was short, just to her shoulders, and a little wild and sexy. Her huge breasts were trapped in a tight, tight tanktop, and did wonderful things as she bounced her way across the stage to take her seat.

“Next we have Ashley. Ashley is a college student who likes humiliation and chatting online. She says she is pleased to grace us with her presence tonight. Let’s hear it for Ashley!”

A tall, sexy girl with remarkable composure came onto the stage. Her hair was dyed bright red, and it was long and straight, almost down to her ass. She was dressed in a nice suit which was low cut, showing off her incredible cleavage. She looked at the audience as one might look on a favored puppy, and sat gracefully in one of the seats.

“Finally, and this is a real treat ladies and gentleman, we have, joining us as our final guest in the contest tonight, the one, the only, Monique! Yes, that’s right, folks, the founder of the cream is herself stepping down to take her chance at trying it today! Let’s hear a hand for Monique!”

Thunderous applause greeted Monique’s smile as she waved to the audience and sat in the fourth seat.

“That is something you will not see most company owner’s doing, ladies and gentlemen. Monique is one special lady.” The host continued, “Now, without further delay, let us begin the contest! Ladies, choose your tubes!”

The four women leaned forward, and then, by mutual consensus, the other three let Monique pick first. Her hand hovered over the five, unmarked white tubes. Her eyes closed briefly as if in prayer, and then she picked one up. The other girls quickly chose theirs until only one was remaining on the black sheet.

The host said, “Our tech people will now bring in the privacy screen, but the obligatory warning to all our viewers- yes, this is being broadcast live, if there are viewers out there who do not want to or are not old enough to view sexual content, please turn off your television sets now! Thank you very much.”

Two men dressed in black came in, carrying a long, black screen. They set it up in front of the four women so that, from the audience, you could just see their cleavage, shoulders and head.

There was some rustling as the four women, apparently, took off their pants or skirts behind the screen, and maybe even their underwear! I tried to be blasé about it, but I couldn’t help it, this was hot!

As the four women sat back down and began to unscrew their tubes, the host said, “Remember ladies, this may be your last chance to play with your little buttons! I just want you to know you are legally allowed to do whatever you like as long as you keep it behind the screen. I understand, even if you choose the right cream, it takes a few minutes to take effect. Have fun, but don’t wait too long!” She gave the contestants a knowing wink.

I suppressed a groan as I realized that I was going to get to watch these four, beautiful women masturbate right in front of me. And strangely, the sexiest part? This would be the last time ever for one of them! I couldn’t tell you why that turned me on so much, but it did.

The four women, one by one, squeezed a bit of the cream from their tubes. From this close, I could see it was kind of whitish-clear, like toothpaste or something. One by one, each of them dipped the hand with the cream down below the screen. Knowing what was going on down there, I had to squirm in my seat some more. My breath was getting short.

Monique looked down at herself as she applied it, her beautiful eyes cast downward. I imagined from her posture that her legs were pretty wide spread. She was enjoying what might be the last look at her clitoris.

Krista was looking out at the audience as she applied it, and her eyes kind of glazed over as her hand made contact with her most sensitive parts. Her lips (not those ones!) parted slightly in pleasure, and her shoulder began to move rhythmically. I imagined her hand moving in circles below.

Ashley was also looking out at the audience, and I felt my heart almost skip a beat as it looked like she was looking right at me as she applied it! Then her eyes fluttered closed and, only because we were so close, I thought I could hear a soft breath, almost a moan, come from her as she started to touch herself.

Maura made the cutest little gasp and I got an instant vision of the cold cream touching her hot clit. My clit could have used some cooling down right then! After a few moments, she looked down at herself. Her shoulder moved slowly. Then she closed her eyes and her shoulder began to move quickly. I knew the back and forth motion she was making, I masturbated with it myself sometimes! (I really wished I could right then!) Maura’s hand moved so quickly it caused her hair and her tiny tits to bounce slightly.

My own clit was burning in my pants, like an erect little demon screaming at me, saying, “Play with me! Play with me!” But there was nothing to do except bite my lip in frustration and switch my legs again. I realized that keeping the seat from getting wet was, by now, a long-lost cause.

I risked a glance over at Debbie. She didn’t seem as interested as I was, in fact, she wasn’t even looking at the stage! Instead, her eyes seemed to be lost in thought. I found myself wondering intensely what was going on behind those pretty brown eyes.

The four women on stage were getting pretty well into their masturbation by now, and the entire audience was caught in enraptured silence. The tension in the room was almost palpable, with so many eyes and so many ears on four masturbating women, wondering which one would lose her sex today?

All of their eyes were closed now, except Krista, who opened her eyes and stared at the audience fiercely, as if getting off on being watched. Maura risked a glance, then looked away shyly. It threw her off her rythym a bit, and she bit her lip in frustration. Her shoulder started moving a little faster and harder, even as her eyebrows knit together in frustration. I realized that if she was the one it hit, and if she didn’t orgasm by the time the cream set in, she would never orgasm again. Then I realized she was thinking that too, and that’s why she was so desperate!

Monique and Ashley seemed completely untroubled by the situation, and actually were making similar expressions and similar soft, breathy sounds. I think the two of them realized they were masturbating in rythym, because at one point they looked up through half-lidded eyes at each other at exactly the same moment, and both began to laugh. Then each returned to her solitary pleasure.

While the four women brought themselves to as high of peaks of pleasure as they could reach in just a few minutes, the host began to explain the effects of the cream.

She seemed as absorbed as the audience in watching the mesmerizing expressions of the masturbating beauties, but, with some difficulty, she pulled herself away and cleared her throat.

“Well, we have quite a privelage tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Feel free to watch our guests, if you wish, but for those who are interested I will describe how the cream works at this time, while we wait for it’s effects to set in.

“Put simply, it is a nerve agent. It targets and destroys nerve tissue. Don’t worry, Monique Corp’s teams of scientists, led by Monique herself, have customized this form of the chemical to target only nerves which produce sexual pleasure. So you can’t hurt yourself with this, at least not in ways you don’t want to!

“But the real treasure is that, instead of causing excrutiating pain as it destroys the nerve endings, as do most nerve agents, it causes excrutiation pleasure.”

The host put down her notes and looked out at the audience, while the four women behind her continued to masturbate. She said, “Put simply, it is as if all the pleasure it is possible for those nerves to feel- in their entire lifetime- is condensed into one moment.”

The host picked up her papers and shuffled them, seeming a bit distracted. Then she said, “Can you imagine that? Almost makes you want to go pick up that fifth tube, wouldn’t you say?” She flashed a smile at the audience, then cleared her throat and continued, “After the process is complete and the nerves have had their ultimate pleasure, they are dead forever, and cannot produce stimulation again.” She cleared her throat again, obviously a bit distracted again, but what she was thinking of could not be said.

“It is recommended that the cream be applied to the entire vulva.” The host glanced toward the four women. Maura’s eyes were screwed shut. Krista was alternating between looking at the audience and looking at the ceiling, her eyebrows knitting together and her mouth wide open, her whole body thrusting rhythmically. Monique had an expression of perfect bliss on her face. Ashley looked like she’d gotten a bug in her soup and couldn’t get it out- her face was screwed up in what looked like anger and irritation! It was kinda cute really. But her mouth, like all of theirs, was open and gasping in pleasure.

From where she was standing, the host could see behind the privacy screen. She turned back to the audience and said, “It doesn’t look like our contestants have had any trouble with that!” Then she looked back down at her papers and continued, “The cream will not cause any visible damage to the majority of the vulva, although the sensation of sexual pleasure will be eliminated. To the clitoris, however, the effect is somewhat different. The clitoris is 90% nerve endings, and those nerve endings will all be destroyed. Without them, there is not enough tissue to support continued life. The clitoris will shrivel, blacken and, within two weeks of application, will fall off, including the glans, the shaft and, depending on individual anatomy, possibly portions of the internal crura.”

The hosts voice was getting thick as she read this. I don’t know if most people could tell this, but I swear to you, Mark, she was as turned on as I was.

“At any time during this process or after, the remaining portions of the external vulva, including the inner and outer labia and the clitoral hood may be removed by an experienced professional, for a smoother appearance. The Monique Corp website will have a database of professionals who can be trusted with the procedure.

“Alternatively, the woman may find her natural anatomy more beautiful, and choose to keep the now sexually useless parts for aesthetic reasons. The change may not even be noticeable, since the clitoral hood remains without visible alteration, and most clits hide under the hood most of the time. A talented actress, with a lover who didn’t look too closely, could conceal the fact she had ever used the cream.”

As she was talking, sounds from the stage began to steal away the attention. All of them were making little noises, but it was a half-scream of a moan from Monique that jerked attention away from the hostess.

As if that noise set them free, Krista began to moan loudly, and Maura was letting out quick, successive gasps, as if struggling to not be left behind. Ashley, curiously enough, was completely silent, but she was bent over her hand, her face knitted with tension, her whole body moving rhythmically.

Krista’s moans began to grow louder, and all eyes fell on her. She was completely unaware, lost in the bliss of her own moment. She cried, “oh, oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh my god, Oh my God, OH MY GOD!!!”

The tall blonde was nearly jerking out of her chair with the pleasure, and all of a sudden, inexplicably, she took her hands off her pussy, gripping both handrests of her chair and pushing herself up (causing her breasts to stand up high and proud) It was almost as if her pussy was masturbating itself!

“Oh my FUCKING GOD! YES!” She cried out, her body tightening up even more. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she convulsed, for a long minute breathless with pleasure.

Suddenly she found her voice again and began screaming, “YES, THAT’S IT, YES, OH MY GOD, I’M ALMOST THERE, OH… oh… NO! Wait! DON’T STOP! NO! Come back, I’m almost there! Fuck! FUCK!”

Completely oblivious to the thousands of eyes on her, she shoved her hand back down between her legs and started jilling herself off as hard and fast as she could, whispering, “almost there, almost there, almost there” as she tried to coax one more orgasm out of her dying pussy.

But tears of frustration stood out in her eyes. She screamed, “FUCK!” once, hard and loud, and then dashed away the tears that had spilled onto her cheeks.

“FUCK!” she shouted, one more time, then collapsed back in her chair, beads of sweat standing on her face. Both hands were on the handrests.

All three of the other girls came as Krista lost her clit, I’m pretty sure. I nearly did and I was only watching! Maura was getting close, and got even closer as Krista exploded. When Krista’s sensation ended, her shout of “fuck” seemed to shoot right to Maura’s bones, and she came on the spot, quick, tiny gasps culminating in a long squeak, her whole body contorting.

Monique knew what was coming, and never took her eyes off of Krista once it started, seeming to devour her with an intense hunger, even jealousy. It looked like she tried to tease herself, to bring herself back from the brink, to cease her pleasure at the same time Krista’s true pleasure began. But it didn’t work, her hand found it’s way back, and she began an increasing series of deep, sensual moans, her hand moving quickly as her eyes devoured the full-bodied Krista’s convulsions. I’m pretty sure one of those moans was a climax. By the end she was massaging herself gently and sensually, that mysterious smile back on her face.

After a long moment of silence, Krista began to laugh. It came from deep in her belly, harsh and satisfied, but with a hint of frustrated tension bubbling beneath the surface. Her great breasts bounced with each laugh.

She stood up, her naked snatch just barely concealed beneath the privacy screen. She raised her arms triumphantly and shouted, “I win!”

She looked like she was about to say something else, when she was interrupted by Ashley orgasming. The strange silence of Ashley’s pleasure ended abruptly when she let out a cry that shook the set. Powerful convulsions ripped through her body; she thrust herself onto her hand with each one. She was hunched so far over, her face lifted, it seemed like she might kiss the privacy screen, or bite it, more likely, from her expression.

Krista watched Ashley’s orgasm with a detached, hungry look, watching what she would never again experience. Some dark satisfaction seemed to enter her eyes as she watched, and as Ashley wrapped up, looking out at the audience like someone coming back to the world, with soft breathy moans still coming out, Krista turned to the audience and said, “I’m all done with those!” with a cheeky grin.

Monique cleared her throat and stood up, a little unsteady on her feet. She said (in her sensual accent, which made me wetter just to hear it!) “You are a lucky woman. Please, enjoy your MoniQream, and your prize money as well.”

With that elusive smile, Monique said, “As you have experienced, the cream creates a sensation of pleasure, but not of orgasm. So far, none of our volunteer testers have experienced sexual satisfaction from the cream. They report the greatest pleasure of their lives, but it ends in pure frustration.

“Some find the sensation to be exactly what they are looking for. For others, we are working on an alternative which will allow the patient to experience one last orgasm. Goodnight.”

With that, Monique walked on unsteady legs off the set. Just for a moment, a flash of disappointment could be seen crossing her face.

“Well, that was exciting!” The host exclaimed cheerily, “To our other contestants, my apologies, but you have lost. Please leave the stage now. The cream will be available in department stores in May for $12.95.”

Ashley and Maura smiled and waved, pulling on their clothes, then followed Monique off the stage.

“Krista, congratulations!” the host cried out, approaching Krista with arms spread wide for a hug. They kissed each other on the cheeks, then the hostess asked, “How do you feel?”

“I feel on top of the world!” Krista exclaimed, “I couldn’t be happier. Thank you so, so much!”

Not much more happened. I mean, I think the hostess interviewed Krista a bit, but honestly I didn’t catch much of it, I was too busy thinking about my pussy, which was pulsing in my pants, trying to figure out if there was some way I could excuse myself to the restroom without upsetting the show.

I don’t think I was the only one there thinking that either. I think everyone in there was looking hot and bothered. You know, the couple in front of us, I’m pretty sure he masturbated her during the show. I was too busy watching to really catch it, but at one point I glanced down and saw him lifting his hand, it looked like from down there, and there was an expression of sublime relief on her face.

Man, was I jealous!

Anyway, Mark, I hope by now you’ve figured out what I want my birthday present to be! I’ve been thinking about it for a year, and I’m sure this is what I want.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! Debbie ended up buying a tube when it came out in May. She actually asked me to help her apply it! I never told you because I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but God, it was great! But that’s a story for another time ;)

I was trying to wait for the kind to come out that gives you an orgasm at the end, but they keep putting off the release date, and I'm starting to wonder if it's ever going to really come out (or if Monique even really wants it to!) Anyway, I'm getting tired of waiting, I just want to do it. You'll have to give me my last orgasm before you put it on!

There, it’s official! Please get me a tube of MoniQream de-clitting cream for my birthday. When we use it, I want to spend one last, special night with you, and you to apply it on me just as I’m about to come. I want you to bid my clitoris one last, long, sweet goodbye. Please?

After that, I’ll be happy with you using my body for your own pleasure, which I know is what you've always wanted, as much as you do love my orgasms (thank you!)

Oh, and if you’ve got some money leftover, you could take me ice skating on my birthday =) You know how dancing gets me worked up… it would be nice to experience that one more time before I lose my clit.

There’s also that pair of earrings at the mall… j/k! LOL

I love you, sweetest!

Hugs and Kisses,

Sara