Authors: Crystal C. Waters
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To everyone: We all start out as a virgin and somewhere along the
we find the middle ground that turns us on.
Please read before indulging:
erotic short story
will continue with
sexual episodes. It is a piece of
the reader. This short story should be viewed as such. The story will lead you on an adventure into a world of sex that you may or may not be familiar with.
Please note that these stories contain explicit
and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age.
Cover by: Crystal C. Waters
Cover picture credit: Image credit: danielkrol / 123RF Stock Photo
“I am what I am
“You’re a wolf in sheep
“Then you are my prey.
up into the
the paddle on her pretty
I heard her grunt rebelliously while she tried to
. She was
—she was a
thought she could walk into our
the role of a
have to fuck her way up the sex
and rubbed the apple
where my paddle
connected with her skin.
to the touch
and my cold hand made her flinch.
I ran my fingers into the crack of her ass and slid my pinky over her anus to the
, wet sensation between her legs. I thought I heard her moan.
you’re being a good girl,” I told her. I could feel my own panties
over her reactions.
? Were you
before you became a dominatrix?”
“Did I say you could speak?”
I saw her ass cheeks clench together. She was preparing for my pussy
to connect with her again. I felt a tinge of
that she thought I would be that stupid as to
her when she expected it.
much better than that.
“My story is
. I’m not sure I could
it justice if I were to
“Can you try
?” she asked.
I knew she was trying to
, but in a way, I like
that she asked me
of sexual gratification
everyone thinks of themselves.
But this little red
I had tied down to a kitchen table with a foam
under her stomach so that her
in the air,
me. She deserved an answer.
I placed my paddle down on the table between her legs. I ran my hand over her ass and rested it on the small of her back. “Little one, you’ve earned a story.”
I saw her eyes light up and her
white teeth flash behind her
I sat down in a chair near the table, close enough to
her, and I began t
o recall the events of my life—the
events that led me to the massage parlor that doubled as
I wasn’t sure how far to
back, so I started back to the turning point that I could remember.
I was five years old when I first learned that sex was a
I was sitting on the
in our kitchen, playing with my
our male dog
jumped onto the
that I had never seen before.
At the time, I thought the male dog was killing the female dog. But I watched in awe until my mother walked into the kitchen and k
icked the male dog in his ribs.
along with the dog
across the room scared
But I was intrigued
by my mother’s response to what the dogs were doing as much as I was int
what the dogs were
made her feelings
of dismay and revulsion
“I know.” I stood and began to
. It was
to talk to this female stranger about my childhood. But oddly, it felt
that my red
more of the story
I walked behind her, picked up my pussy
and slammed it hard against her ass.
This time, s
he didn’t expect my paddle
what made her
Like a mouse, she squealed out in pain.
I continued my story.
My next encounter with sex was when I was eight. I heard a moaning sound that came from my
brother’s bedroom. I was curious, so I got out of bed and tiptoed to his room.
His door was cracked
open a tiny bit
and I could see
watching a movie on the computer.
When I looked c
, I could see
that movie included two girls
kissing. I inhaled and threw my hand over my mouth
to keep a gasp from escaping
. When I looked at my brother, I only
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
I was different.
I knew my
was different from his and
I didn’t have what they had and that made me
I wanted to continue to
om broke up that
She came through the hallway and saw me peeping at my brother and all hell broke loose.
my mother had scorned him with her verbal
, and she began to pray over him
as he hurriedly tried to cover himself
. She was trying to
that she claimed possessed my brother.
“Your mom was religious?”
I shrugged. “No, she was
fucked up. She even refused to
stepfather. She had
issues with sex
and she aimed to pass on her dysfunctional beliefs on me and my brother