Free Touch Me: Erotica Book 1 (The Virgin to Vixen Series) by Crystal C. Waters Page A

could see that movie included two girls who were kissing. I inhaled and threw my hand over my mouth to keep a gasp from escaping . When I looked at my brother, I only saw his side profile. His right hand moved up and down his dick. At the time, I compared it with Snickers, our male dog. I was mesmerized at the pleasure he looked like he was in the middle of enjoying .
    “ I was different. I knew my body was different from his and S nickers. I didn’t have what they had and that made me jealous . I wanted to continue to watch him, but M om broke up that party , too. She came through the hallway and saw me peeping at my brother and all hell broke loose. Once again, my mother had scorned him with her verbal tirade that his act of masturbation was a sin , and she began to pray over him as he hurriedly tried to cover himself . She was trying to cast out the evil that she claimed possessed my brother. ”
    “Your mom was religious?”
    I shrugged. “No, she was just fucked up. She even refused to touch my alcoholic stepfather. She had deep-seated issues with sex and she aimed to pass on her dysfunctional beliefs on me and my brother .”
    “So , how did you become a M istress?” s he asked me.
    “ Don’t be impatient, ” I said with my hand raised up in the air . I wanted her to know that I would slam my hand down on her bare ass at any time.
    She close d her mouth quickly . I realized that she was a fast learner in the lessons of bondage. I ran my hand through my short, spiked blonde hair. I felt my nipples pucker with satisfaction . I knew there was a lot to teach this girl, and I’d make sure that she und erstood the mental connection between Mistress and submissive.
    “Mistress?” she asked, her voice respectful .
    “Yes,” I said as I walked around the table , contemplating my next move on her young, fresh skin. I wanted to turn her skin from snow - white to a beet - red color . I wanted her to find pleasure in be com ing a submissive .
    “ Tell me more , please . ”
    “Are you trying to stall the punishment that you know you deserve?” I grinned. “And the painful training you must endure to please me?”
    “Of course not. I’m ready to embrace the pain and pleasure that you evoke i n me.”
    “Good girl.”
    I sat down on the chair in the dark room and closed my eyes again . I was hot and in need. I wanted a man’s touch . I wasn’t a lesbian . I was a teacher who taught whichever gender came into our establishment. I was a pleaser who aimed to please the public. I hadn’t always been like that , n ot until my journey started on one summer night on the streets of downtown Los Ange les.

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    I was almost nineteen years old. My body had remained a pristine sanctuary , untouched by any human hands. Even my own hands had never explored the areas that quivered to be touched, rubbed and massaged. My firm breasts had never felt the warmth of a human hand. My pussy yearned to dribble at the touch of a man. But I was naive. I was untouched because I was taught that my body was untouchable. To touch oneself was evil, according to the way I had been brought up.
    I had got ten into a fight with my parents and stormed out of our two - bedroom rundown apartment . I began wandering around a imlessly on the streets of Los Angeles . I wasn’t sure what I was in search of , b ut I knew that everything and everyone I saw became a mental quest. Even the sight of a local homeless man aroused my pussy to the point of being drenched. I saw his dirty fingers sticking out of his cut - off gloves , and I wondered what they would feel like on me and even inside of me. I thought about his dirty fingers sliding into my tight, wet pussy , and I wondered if they would be clean when they slid out.
    I needed someone to release me. I wasn’t sure what needed to be released , but I was no stranger to the ache between my legs. I even purposely bumped into men and women , allowing my full breasts to brush up against them. Of