Awakening Mrs. Carter

By Virginia T. Watson

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Learn how one very shy, very reserved "every girl" gets trained to be the super slut that she was always meant to be while another, Laurie Carter, has been one almost all of her life, and find out what happens when very lonely, very curious girl that is about to enter college decides to snoop on her teachers, how they punish her and send her away begging for more, all the while, closeted lesbian Melissa can't help but need her every desire fulfilled by her best friend's milf mother next door.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia T. Watson
• Release date: May 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311523525

Virginia T. Watson

About Virginia Watson:I don't think that there is a lot to say about me. I am not my favorite subject, but I will try. I was born in Bakersfield, CA. I lived there most of my formative years but ended up moving around a lot. I lived in Florida for quite some time after that, and then in Indiana. I graduated high school in Indiana but ended up back in Florida, attending FSU, but I don't call Florida my home. I guess I don't really have one. I hate staying in one place for too long.I ended up in Illinois fairly recently, not far from where I graduated high school. I like it here. It's not bad. It's peaceful, except for a lot of drama. I don't know as I would recommend it to many people, but it has its advantages.Anyone who knows me knows that I love erotica! I love it, love it, love it! It is my passion. I think that far too few people really let loose and enjoy/explore their sexuality. I began exploring mine at an early age, and I regret none of it. I know what I like. I know what I don't like. I know that if you bottle yourself up too much, you explode. Sex is, perhaps, the finest way of releasing that tension and pressure. Why not enjoy yourself? I am not saying that you can't enjoy yourself in such ways inside of a loving, monogamous relationship, if that is your thing. But if that is your thing, take it to its max, show your partner how much they mean to you by exploring them and letting them explore you. Don't hold back. Share your love openly with one another, keep things spicy and fun. On that note, if I can help you in any way explore your sexuality, great! I promise that my stories will not disappoint, if erotica is at all your thing. ;)

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Awakening Mrs. Carter

By Virginia T. Watson

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Chapter 1

From the moment that I met James, I knew that it was kismet. He was everything that I had ever longed for, had ever dreamed of surrounding myself with, of enveloping my entire being within. He had a wishful arrogance about him that was intriguing, mystifying really. His broad shoulders, nearly shoulder-length hair, chiseled jaw, muscular chest, even his starkly thin and almost button-like nose drove me to a state from which I could never hope to return. Needless to say, he broke me in a way that I had never been broken, forcing me to want something that I was unsure that I could hold onto for all of time, though from the very first moment, that was all that I could desire. I longed for every bit of his essence.

There I was, stopping by the convenience store near my house for some snacks, never expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen. I spoke to someone on occasion while I was there, but never for long, never anything exciting. When I turned around from grabbing my things, planning to head to the counter, I bumped into this exquisitely gorgeous man. I had seen plenty of good looking men before, but never had I seen one like James. He was everything that every woman wants, both physically and in behavior. As I began to apologize, James gave me a cocky little grin and introduced himself. I didn't know if he was trying to pick me up or what.

I was so breathless that I couldn't even respond for at least ten seconds. When words finally came to my lips, they sounded to me like gibberish. I still don't know exactly what I said to him, but whatever it was, it made him laugh. Even his laugh made me completely melt inside, and much to my surprise, get a little wet. No guy had ever had that effect on me at all before. It had always taken a lot more to get me to that point. I couldn't believe that this unbelievable specimen of a man could do it with just a chuckle.

I tried everything to fight what I was feeling, but I was so weak that I felt like putty in the man's hands. All of a sudden, he extended his hand and grabbed me by the arm. I had no idea why. I then realized that I really had gotten weak, so weak that I had started to fall. James' arm was obviously very strong because he held me up as if I were nothing at all. As if I didn't have enough to worry about already. Now, I knew that he had incredible strength. I imagined myself being held by those very strong arms, melting in them, holding nothing back, giving my everything to him.

My body cried out for this man. My soul yearned for his continual presence. My very being quivered at his nearness. Once again, so speechless before him, I choked to find words. This ever-powerful man, this seemingly elusive man, this man of my eternal fantasies, stood before me a mythical, dispossessed entity that called out to me to be consumed.

When I finally spoke again, I think I said something like, Hey. I'm Denise. Are you... ummm... are you... ummm.... who are you?

James smiled intently, smirking in such a sexy way that I felt myself melt all over again. What was I to do, I wondered.

James had never let his hand go from steadying me. I don't know how long the moment lasted, but it seemed like an eternity, a very sensual and satisfying eternity. My entire body burned and yearned for more of him. My being and his seemed entwined as one. I did not know why, how, or even care the answer to either.

Hey, Denise, why don't we get out of here, James finally spoke. It was amazing. He spoke. He spoke to me. He spoke to me in a sexy way, a mannerism about him that filled me with hope. He not only spoke, but he asked me to leave with him.

My exact reaction, I'm pretty sure, was, Hell yeah! Let's go!

As we walked out of the convenience store, the bright sun hit me right in the eyes, blinding me, nearly driving full force to the ground. If it had not been for James steadying me and making sure that I could walk straight, I would have fallen for sure. It was like I was drunk, yet I hadn't had a drink of any kind in days. However, I did want to take a big, long drink of this unbelievable man. He was everything I thought I wanted.

It was all a daze. To this day, I'm still not sure that I'm remembering everything correctly. All I know is that James seemed to be the most perfect man on Earth, gorgeous, strong, sensual, suave, calm, collected. His smile alone could melt an iceberg. He was exuding not only an incredibly sexy confidence but a strange power over me that I had not let a man have in a very long time. I hated it. I almost hated him for what he was doing to me, though I knew that I was swooning at the same time.

We drove back to James' house, not a very long drive. I realized that we lived in the same neighborhood, about five blocks from one another. I had driven by his house I don't know how many times before but had never known who lived there. Now I did. Now, I would see the inside of it. Now, I would not only see inside but probably be letting someone else inside somewhere else.

I didn't want to come off as being so easy. I wasn't easy, at least, not normally. I couldn't help myself, though. James could have absolutely anything from me. He could have asked me to sign my car over to him, and I probably would have done it. I realized as we were walking into James' house that I had left my car, that car that I would have given him, in the convenience store parking lot. All I could think about now was that I hoped that it would not end up getting towed; however, I felt like that might be an alright cost to pay to get to know this debonair and oh so sexy man all the more.

I lost myself in my own reckless abandon, giving way to passion that I had not felt for some time. I entered into a world of which I knew nothing, careening toward ruin and salvation all in one. The hold that James already held over me was so much more than I could have hoped to ever have yet less than I now wanted. I wanted all of him, every fiber, every drop, every wanton intent.

James pulled me by the hand, dragging me into the house and straight to the bedroom. I hoped that he didn't think I would sleep with him right away, although I could not resist. Every part of my body cried out for his touch and much more.

James threw me to the bed, and try as I might, I could not resist. I could not pull myself up. I could not say no. As he began to remove my shirt, I found myself helping him do it, lifting one side while he got the other, exposing my half-naked body to his full inspection.

There I was, in full view, nearly naked, awaiting his tender caresses, his rough hands, his sensual delight. James began to thoroughly kiss me all over, working his way slowly up my stomach and chest and then all over my neck, down my jawline, and to my mouth. His hot breath in my mouth was absolutely intoxicating. His hands all over my body put me into a deep trance. I knew that he could do anything at all that he wanted, and I would not even think of objecting. I did not know if it was love at first sight or just pure, unadulterated animal lust.

Before I knew it, James had pulled my bra up, leaving my breasts bare for his hands to explore. I did not mind, though, having lost myself completely in the moment. As James' hands reached my left nipple, I jumped hard, bucking, grinding in ecstasy. I wanted more, so much more.

My chest heaved into James' hands as he slowly moved one of them away and lowered his mouth to work his way downward, slowly and steadily moving down to my neck and then the top of my chest, kissing, nibbling more and more until he reached one of my nipples, taking it fully into his mouth, sucking, flicking with his tongue, sending my entire body over the edge to the point of no return.

I had not even removed the rest of my clothing, yet I felt an immense wetness soaking me clear through, engulfing me in reverberations of pleasure that echoed throughout all of my being. I longed. I hungered. I pained for more of James, for his entirety. His hands were magic, caressing in ways that words cannot project. I could feel him pulsating against me, almost trembling, but then I realized that it was me trembling, not him. He, rippled and hardened, pressing ever so roughly against me, me, anticipating more and more, lingering, longing, hoping, and dying.

It was pure and simple lust that I felt. I didn't know it then, but I do now. James pulled me into a world from which I had no hope of return and did not want one. It was pleasure and ecstasy divine, the likes of which few ever experience but can only dream of, can only long to behold.

My legs gave way. My hands could reach only for James' back. I dragged my nails gently down his soft skin, yearning for him to continue his ravaging of my body. His mouth still on my nipple and his fingers gently but methodically working the other, I raised myself, arching my back, leaning deeply into his every caress.

We had barely begun, and I felt both nearly spent and deeply delving into the innermost sensualities of a woman I had never before been. No one had ever touched me in such ways, had tenderly teased and carefully let loose my every lingering and lustful inclination.

James' hands slowly moved further and further down my body, his lips still placed upon my hardened and very sensitive nipple, sending huge ripples and waves through me. His hands worked their way down into my underwear and gently but very firmly massaged my clit, working me into an utter frenzy beyond my ability to comprehend. My mind running amuck, I washed away to a world of pleasure in which I forgot everything I had ever known and from which I did not want to return.

I hoped that the night would never end. My body still arching and aching, my nipples ever so hardening, my pussy becoming wetter and wetter, I could take no more. I grabbed for James' hands to pull them away, but he forced himself upon me all the more, shoving me back and working his hands and tongue harder. I loved it. It amplified the intensity of it all. What was I to do really but give in? James’ power over me was too much. I was his slave, and there was no reluctance or ability to fight him off, not that I would ever want to do that.

I wondered if this would be more than a onetime thing, if he and I would have any desire to ever see one another again, but in the end of it all, I realized that it just didn’t matter. We had the moment, the wonderful, life-giving moment. Nothing and no one could take it away. It was in this realization that I accepted how on