Fixated: Shameless Series, Book 1

By Michail Devoul

“Fixated” is an erotic romance story that will move all your emotion.” It’s a life’s journey for the main character Mary.

Mary is the daughter of two doctors and is away at college. Mary is studying to be a doctor much like her parents that is until the day she meets Gary. Mary is a shy submissive type raised by parents that demanded her behavior to fit into a social class she didn’t always except, yet she played the role to stay in the good graces of her parents.

By the end of her freshman year she had grown to person with more control of her life and action, she was not rebellious but was more independent now that ever. She was home for the traditional summer break from college when life as she know would change forever.

Gary was a local handyman her father had hired to renovate the basement, but to Mary he became more. Soon the two of them were embraced in an erotic romance that not only fulfilled her sexual desires, but would change her life’s prospective forever.

The storyline builds to a exquisite ending that draws you in emotionally and leaves you with self-exclamation. Get Your Copy Today and Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michail Devoul
• Release date: Jun 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311177124

Michail Devoul

I enjoy writing on a wide range of topic usually current social activity. I focus on what I believe my readers want to read, and that has been the Erotica genre. Either way, I also believe that as a writer I must enjoy the topic or my readers can pick up on the lack of emotions within the writing.This indulgences in writing Erotica Novellas is relatively new and I have just started witting books for this interest.Without you as my reader, I have nothing to write about.Visit My Website: http://michaildevoul.com/Visit My Facebook Page:https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDevoulMichail Devoul

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FIXATED

(Shameless Series, Book 1)

By

Michail Devoul

Copyright 2014 Michail Devoul

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Mary's flight touched down, and she departed to find no one to meet her at the gate. This didn't surprise her. In fact she would have been surprised to find one of her parents there, and amazed if both were. She was twenty-four after all. She could find her own way home, right? She was coming home from college, not eighth-grade camp. Truth was, however, they didn't pick her up then either; they sent a driver.

She made her way to the baggage claim area and found her luggage. Just as she was making her way out of the area, Mary spotted a man standing nearby, wearing a suit, and a dark-gray driver's hat. He held up a sign: Mary Higgens.

She sighed, and approached the man, who gave her a smile. You look like your picture, he offered, and took her bags.

Thank you, she breathed, and relinquished her hold on her luggage. There was no use fighting about it. I could have taken a cab, she said helplessly.

He gave her a look of understanding, Well, I'm already here, but if you would like, I'll hail one for you.

No, no, she said, shaking her head, this is fine. I'm just weary.

He offered the smile again. It was a nice smile, and he had a good look about him; kind, and understanding, without being pandering. If he was closer to her age group, instead of probably older than her father, she thought she might have fucked him in the back of the waiting limo, just to lift a private fist of defiance at her parents. The thought was fleeting, but there. It was nearly a year since she had sex with someone. The memory wasn't exactly satisfying. David was a good guy, a med student like her, but like her, much too focused on studies to give sex any more effort than the brief release of tension it was.

The ride was uneventful. Seattle passed the windows as the limo breezed up Interstate 5 to Bellevue. There, the driver pulled up to the front of the house, and opened the door for her. She tipped the driver and accepted his help with her luggage into the vestibule. Once the driver had left, she called out into the large house, and felt no other presence than her own. After dragging her luggage up to her room, Mary lay on her bed, and stared at the ceiling.

Med school was just as she expected it to be, and she had expected it to be bad. The truth was she didn't want to be a doctor. Her parents groomed her for med school since she was eleven, and she tried, she really did, but it just wasn't a passion for her. She strove to accept this, to simply look at it as a job, but she knew better. Just look at her parents! No time for anything else except their careers. They were both very happy though, with their lives, and it wasn't like she was neglected. She wanted for nothing. Well, perhaps some personal time with them. All the time they had to offer her they spent in instruction, and continued grooming.

This was her third year in med-school, and Mary was at her wits end with the puzzle of making this work for her life. The trouble was, now it was too late to quit. She was committed by investment. In January her degree would be complete, and then a year of internship before she could practice. After that, surgeon.

Mary kicked off her running shoes, and stripped out of her pants, and then stripped shirt and bra. The feeling of removing her bra after the long flight from Boston was wonderful.

Before her parents got home, she wanted a bath; a long bath, which was something she never got at the dorm. She often fantasized about getting a hotel room just to take a weekend long bath.

In the steaming water Mary quickly rubbed herself to orgasm, and then settled into the heat. She let her mind drift on the minor endorphin high, attempting to keep all thoughts of the future from her mental-slate.

Being home felt good. Tensions she didn't know she possessed eased out of her muscles and limbs. It was the first time, she realized, in the last few years that she had a period of time to herself; a time without the worry of a dorm-mate popping in, or a cacophony in the hallway encroaching on her. She could lay here for hours, without worry, or interruption.

Lack of personal time was the hardest lifestyle change to cope with when she first arrived on campus at UW here in Seattle, and found her dorm. From that point forward she was hardly ever alone. With three dorm mates, and two close friends, and her dorm mate's friends, and boyfriends, and drama — and gawd there was a lot of drama — she was lucky to find the time to study. The local coffee shops were always packed with students looking for study time. The library closed too early, and bars were out. Thus, in Boston, David became an important feature in her life.

David had his own place. She didn't like the thought that she was fucking him just for the quiet study area of his living-room, but sitting back from it now, in her hot bath, it might have looked that way. She did like David. David was tall, good looking and very intelligent. He also ran track, and was in wonderful shape, with a very cute ass. But David was not HIM, and she knew that from the start. David was completely focused on his goals of being a doctor and opening a practice. Sex with him felt like a frantic stress release, so that they could get back to achieving their goals with cleared heads. She climaxed with him several times, but just as often she rubbed herself off in the shower afterward.

It was David's focus that was the real problem. David, for all of his good points, was a younger version of her father. In fact, the two of them would have gotten along great together.

To be fair to her father, her mother was exactly the same. Both of them were buried in work, and the groups they belonged to, and loved every minute of their busy lives. Mary asked her mother once, at ten years old, why she worked so much. The answer her mother gave her was that work was the best thing she had ever done.

Haven't you been to the water park? Mary asked her, believing that there was no way her mother's psychiatric practice could possibly be as fun as the water park.

Yes, I have, and it is better than that, her mother assured her. Besides, you can't go to the water park all the time.

Mary believed her mother, and believed that her work was fun for her, and her father. So when they introduced her to tutors who were hired to prep her for med-school at the age of eleven, she delved into the studies, looking for the water park of her life.

Thirteen years later, there was no water park, and never had been. She understood the topics of all of her classes. She was on the Dean's list with her grades. Comprehension wasn't a problem. Interest was.

David broke up with her last summer. He received an offer to transfer to another college, with all credits, plus a grant for his next year's expenses. David didn't hesitate. Mary was taking summer courses, and didn't know he was gone until she came over to his house for their Wednesday date.

It was like an abduction scene in a movie. The apartment was completely stripped of all personal belongings. In a small pile in the far corner of the living room were things that belonged to her; a sweater, a pair of shoes, some makeup and soaps, several bras and panties.

If his cell phone had changed numbers, she never would have found out what happened to him. He was brief on the phone, as well as unapologetic.

Mary's cell phone rang breaking her musings of the past. She leaned forward in her bath and picked it off the counter, Hello?

Are you home yet? Jackie's voice chirped.

Yes, and enjoying the quiet. What about you?

Just got in. My mom's driving me home. Let's go out. Friday. I know a club.

Jackie was her best friend, and going to college in San Francisco. This would be the first time they were in the same state together for the last three years. Yeah, alright. Friday. At seven? We can get diner or something first.

Perfect! I'll pick you up! Jackie giggled. I have so much to tell you!

Me too, Mary told her, though nothing came to mind. The last three years were suddenly just a blur of classes, studies and never having enough sleep.

Ok, we're home. Talk to you soon! Jackie told her.

Yeah, soon.

Jackie hung up, and Mary set the phone down on the floor beside the tub. There has to be something to talk about, besides classes and studies,