I straightened my skirt before I entered the bar. The pink and green neon flamingo blinked against the white painted walls. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights, but once they had, I noticed several pairs of eyes glued to my every move. My low cut blouse showed them just enough breast to keep them looking. Wait until I lean over, I thought. With just the right bounce I moved to the long shiny bar. The eyes followed.
“Gin and tonic,” I ordered. The bartender smiled, while I peered out of the corner of my eye at the guy next to me. Ooo, he was hot!
“You waiting for someone?” I asked.
“Just you,” he said, smiling.
What a flirt!
We sat at a small table, and as my black skirt rose up on my thigh, I saw him staring. So did several other men. When I leaned forward, he looked down my blouse; and as he did my body heat soared.
I didn’t want to talk, the music was far too loud, so my gentleman friend and I danced. While moving sexily to the singer’s raspy voice, I watched the bulge grow between the man’s legs, and then rubbed myself against it as the slow dance began. He hiked my skirt to rub my ass, and I ground my crotch against his, thinking of how it would feel to have him slide his cock inside my wet home.
“You want it right here on the dance floor, don’t you, baby?” he purred in my ear.
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, nothing at all,” he assured me, as he ran his broad hand along the full length of my back and let it come to rest against my ass.
Before long another man replaced him, and then another, until I was finally too exhausted for more and took a seat at the table, where for the rest of the evening, I entertained prospective suitors with shy smiles and playful banter.
I chose closing time to make my next move. Most of the women would be gone by then and I’d have the bar all to myself – along with the bartender and the half dozen or so who hung around to see what I would do.
When one of them boldly reached for my left tit, I gasped, seething with sensation. He was even daring enough to reach down and kiss it, tenderly, his lips lingering on my soft skin.
Another man approached – in jeans and cowboy boots. Oh my, he was hot! I could see the bulge in his pants too, and I began to think that maybe I’d have them both.
The new man read my mind: “How many of us do you want?” he asked directly.
I giggled to myself, thinking, how about all of you!
“So, what did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Maybe we should close the bar and take you?” the cowboy suggested.
Suddenly, the whole lot of them were swarming around me, knowing exactly what I wanted. Did I have no shame? No. Not anymore. And this would be heaven. . .
The phone rang, jangling rudely in my ears. It brought me out of the bar, out of my fantasy, back into the room where I lay on my bed. Alone, as usual. By the time my conversation was over and I’d hung up the phone, my arousal was only a distant memory…leaving me with only shame, the dreadful shame of my hidden fantasies.
As I pulled myself from bed, the morning light streamed through the ruffled curtains. It seemed to dance on the papered flowered walls. It was spring outside, but there were clouds in the sky. I couldn’t decide what to wear . . . the pale pink jersey or the brown tweed. I chose the tweed. Both were dull and boring, like my life. Both were sweet and appropriate, just like me.
Always sweet and appropriate. Always the good little girl.
As I began to dress, I looked at myself in the full length mirror, at the blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. Naturally curly, which I always considered a curse, so I wore it in a tight bun or tied at the nape of my neck – my mom’s idea. Taking another look, I wondered, could those curly shoulder length tresses be fashionably sexy now? I tried a lusty expression to match their wildness and the allure of my sensuous pose. There was a fire in my eyes I’d not seen before, and I began to feel a warm heat rising in my belly.
Gotta go to work, Alex, I reminded myself, and I promptly pulled on my skirt and blouse and pinned my hair back. Looking in the mirror again, I saw myself—neat, trim from hours of aerobic workouts, and totally proper. Just as I always was.
“You’ve got fantastic legs,” I remembered him saying, that boy I dated when I was twenty. At twenty-eight, my milky white legs were still smooth and thin and perfectly shaped. I suppose a lot of men would like to look at them, though I rarely gave them the chance.
Wait for the right man. Mom’s sage advice. He’ll come along, dear, and want you for your mind, not your body.
But dammit, I’m tired of waiting! I could have screamed out loud, I was so damn frustrated. I looked in the mirror displeased with the Alex I saw, but totally at a loss as to how to change her.
At work, I abandoned my fantasies and my identity crisis, burying myself in work and a stack of invoices a foot deep. My boss was having a sniveling fit over missed deadlines, while the secretarial pool jabbered away about trips to Hawaii, spring clothes and their children’s dental visits. I was too busy to be interested in their babble.
Half-way through the stack of invoices by lunch, I took my sandwich, apple and the newspaper to the lunchroom. Reading news from a real paper wasn’t the same as reading news on-line. I was old-fashioned that way. Glancing through the entertainment section as I slowly chewed tuna on whole wheat, I found the movie ads: TOPLESS REVIEW-NIGHTLY beamed out boldly in black and white. I squirmed in my chair feeling a familiar heat rising through me. Breathing deeply, I attempted to push back the thoughts that threatened to come raging into my mind. Why did those ads do that to me? I wondered. At the same time, I relished how I felt.
My body pulsed all afternoon with the heat inside me needing an outlet. As soon as that familiar feeling arose, I knew I’d be driven all afternoon, all day, until tonight when I could complete what I’d begun in the morning. It had happened hundreds of times before, always in the same obsessive way. My sexual arousal could be ignited by the least little thing, the desire would beckon and, suddenly, I’d succumb, propelled by my fantasies until the orgasm came crashing through me.
I tried all day to drive away the feeling, but any success I had was thwarted as I drove home. An errand in an unfamiliar part of town took me down a street where by 5:30 the lights were already blazing advertisements for sex, movies and porn. TOPLESS REVUE-NIGHTLY beckoned in brilliant white and red neon. The rising sensations made me almost panic, and I could no longer ignore my mounting desire.
At home, I tried adhering to my evening routine, but it was hard to hold back the wild riot in my body. When the telephone rang, I was almost thankful to hear my friend Kathy’s voice. We chatted about the art fair that weekend, then Kathy rambled on endlessly until I was beginning not to care. I was bored, bored to tears, bored with the conversation – bored with my life.
“So what are you doing Saturday night?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“There’s a new French film playing at the art house… hopefully something sexy.”
Yes, wouldn’t that be nice, but these films rarely were anything but hard to follow.
“Sure,” I said, without much enthusiasm. “Listen, Kathy, how about I call you in a couple of days. I’m not feeling too well.”
Truthfully, I couldn’t wait for the evening to end and for my pleasure to begin.
While eating a chicken pot pie, I watched the news; the ads for jeans and then some dance show – trashy yes, but pretty steamy stuff. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t change the channel; the dancing bodies had me glued to the screen.
When I finally pulled myself away, I did the dishes, finished the newspaper and watched a taped episode of NCIS, all the while feeling the desire gnawing on my insides. By the time I finally headed off to bed, my arousal had fully flamed. Why had I bothered to wait so long? I was suddenly so hot that I couldn’t stop myself from falling to the bed with fingers reaching down inside my sweatpants and deftly finding their way inside my panties. As desire took over, the lights in the bar went on inside my mind – I could smell the smoke and the liquor and feel the music vibrate through me. In my mind I danced body to body with my latest fantasy lover – dark hair, a trim goatee, casual clothes with plenty of muscle underneath. He drew me close, one hand on my ass, the other on my right tit.
We moved with our hips together as if we were already naked cock to naked cunt. When his hand began to massage my breast, I shuddered deeply feeling a rash of sensation travel through my body. He reached for the buttons of my blouse, and one by one they opened until the sheer material fell away. I panted, lust oozing from every pore. And when he pushed my bra aside and the cool air caressed my exposed skin, I gasped. My head fell back as he leaned in to suck a nipple that had already grown erect.
While he eagerly fondled my flesh, my own hands played with my real-time body. When his hands dropped to my thighs and moved against my belly, so did my own. I could feel the fervor in me rise up by leaps and bounds, an orgasm building fast. Then it was on me in an instant – that amazing moment when I could no longer hold back, and with a delicious urgency my entire being tensed with a long forceful spasm…followed by a flood of sensation, wave after wave of them, reckless and unrestrained, my wet pussy pulsing against my hand…the lights in the bar faded away in my mind, so did my hot young lover. I opened my eyes and gazed at the wholesomeness of daffodils splashed across the bedroom curtains and on the comforter that covered my bed.
My room returned me to my appropriate senses even before the last pulsing throb of my orgasm died away. I quickly jumped out of bed, shed my sweats and headed to the bathroom. I washed my hands and peed, then slipped my flannel nightgown over my head. It fell softly to my ankles. With each pearl button slipping through a delicate loop of fabric, the furor in me subsided another degree, until it was just a distant memory. I combed my hair with my hand, washed the makeup from my face and brushed my teeth. By the time I slipped into bed all the physical pleasure had disappeared. Left was the usual pangs of guilt and shame over another obsessive masturbation. I wanted to forget it had ever happened. The episode only reminded me that there was another woman inside me begging to get out, and she was fast destroying the perfect little world I’d so carefully constructed. I was afraid of anyone ever knowing that another woman was there, but how long could I continue to ignore her?
Alexandra's Awakening Description
Updated and expanded edition of Alexandra’s Awakening. Lizbeth’s first novel is an erotic story in the tradition of The Story Of O a tale of sexual awakening as a young woman, Alexandra, comes to terms with the often crude sexual fantasies that have haunted her for years. Knowing of her troubling sexual passions, her lover, Will, takes her to his good friend, the dominant master, Reggie, who requires Alexandra face her fears as well as her profound desires. Though she often fights this master’s power over her, she soon learns the pleasures of surrender. In the process, she comes to appreciate and gain power over her once perplexing sexual lust, and find where her true desires lie. In this 2013 version, Lizbeth has significantly expanded the novel, adding over 15,000 words to the original text, as well as updating this BSDM romance into the 21st century....
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Author: Dusseau, Lizbeth
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