Lustful Legacy

By Maggie Adams

When the picture-perfect wife of a prominent local businessman decides to let loose of her inhibitions, she begins a journey into the darker art of romance and sexual gratification. She yearns to explore, and yet, fears the loss of her vanilla world, for once seen, it can never be unseen.
But not every kinkster is a good soul, and she learns the hard way that trust can be misplaced, the mind can be twisted, and those that seek the darker passions may have their own psychotic agendas.
She finally finds the man of her sexual dreams, appropriately named, Morpheus. His wisdom and experience in the matters of love, lust and BDSM comfort her fears. She begins to trust again. Safe within his protection, she explores whatever desires have been locked away in her vanilla world.
Just as destiny has brought them together, cruel fate attempts to rip them apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maggie Adams
• Release date: Apr 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370153985

Maggie Adams

Maggie Adams is an internationally known contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November 2014. Since then, she has consistently made the best seller 5-star list with her Tempered Steel Series.  She also writes erotica, paranormal romance, young adult romance and women’s fiction. Maggie’s books can be found on eBook and paperback on her website and all book sites. When she’s not writing, she can be found dancing, singing and cooking (usually all at the same time), and spending time with her family and friends. .

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Prologue

There is not much time left. I am an old woman now, but I shall endeavor to impress upon you the importance of a life well lived. To spend your last breaths broken hearted, alone, regretting so many opportunities lost to work, or prejudice, or narrow minded thinking; that is no life! So many have abjured me; hated me for my courage, yet quietly envied me that same bravery; to take what I want and be damned the consequences – no, that is not how I lived, although most would disagree. I lived my life to the fullest possibilities. I took the risks that others would not; for I had seen the beauty of their dreams fade from their eyes under the mundane tasks that society placed upon us. I watched helplessly as souls withered and died beneath the pressures of daily life. I witnessed the end of a life never truly lived, and wept tears of sorrow of what could have been.

For I was one of them – the model of the cream of society. I wore the right clothes, modest of course; I never ate nor drank to excess; I kept a neat and tidy home. My work was professional and exemplary. I was a wonderful hostess, a pillar of the community. A sister and mother that was the very epitome of perfection; and, of course, the prim and proper vanilla wife.

And then in one second of wretched, horrible fate…it was gone.

My practically perfect husband was killed in a single car accident. He ran off the road and hit a tree, killed instantly. Of course, the fact that he died with his pants around his ankles and the lips of a dead drag queen stuck to his cock soon became the news of the day in our small town. The ongoing speculation centered around the time of death and the fact that the drag queen had a mouthful of my husband’s semen. So, did he run into a tree at the time of orgasm or directly after? Yes, that’s the kind of question, among others, that the good God fearing Christians of my community wanted to know. Along with various propositions from the males and some females of this pious rural village to help me ease my ache.

It was two years after my husband’s demise, when the new pastor of our local nondenominational church came by to introduce himself by shoving me on the sofa and sticking his stubby fingers up my skirt, past my panties, and into my pussy, that I had had enough of these pious pissants and their sneaky perversions. I wanted to experience life, and especially sex, on my terms. So, I grabbed a large Yankee candle off the end table, clocked the over amorous clergyman in the head, grabbed my purse and keys off the counter and took my leave of small town America.

I headed for the city to get lost among the many and the only thing I regretted leaving behind was that Yankee candle.

And so, I began the next chapter of my life…in letters and experiences.

CHAPTER ONE

Dominating Harold

I discovered an online dating service, and a knack for Domination. My shrink said I was acting out my anger from my husband’s death and the subsequent events. All I knew was that it felt good to be in control for once.

My Beautiful Mistress,

I must say my mind is constantly having delicious thoughts of You, and I find myself wanting to read Your words and just feel your presence. It is amazing!

It is when I am standing in the shower, that these thoughts and desires surface. You inspire me to daydream and fantasize. 

I nervously send this e-mail for it addresses a fantasy that I have had for some time now, and I am not sure how you would take this, but You asked for a look into my deep dark submissive soul, and trusting You, I shyly submit these words...

I imagine being in the shower with You, my beautiful Mistress, my back to You in deference to Your nakedness...and imagine Your soft voice say, Turn around and face me, Harold.

I do, and I imagine Your radiant presence there before me, naked and looking so very beautiful, with an aura that indeed seems quite impressive. I feel I must drop to my knees and bow my head in reverence to my Goddess.

You then tell me to look up at You … the water is cascading down upon me as I look into Your beautiful face. Your smile seems to indicate that You have something in store for me.  

I ask if You need anything and You say quietly that I shall help to bathe You. I jump up immediately to do as I am told, for I am Your obedient servant. Although I am taken aback again by the beauty of Your naked body – I try to concentrate on my task at hand. You giggle a bit, then smile at me as You glance down and see my erection. Then, reaching down, You take my balls in Your hand, and squeeze ...telling me that I must be a good boy. You laugh when You witness the fact that it only makes my erection grow harder.

I must take my mind from the sensual curves and silky smooth feeling of Your skin as I begin to lather up the soap. You whisper, Wash Your Mistress, Harold.

I step close to You and find my erection touching Your flesh, and it makes me moan with pleasure, but I know I must try to stay focused on the task at hand. I begin to soap Your silky, smooth skin; my hands rubbing, caressing, and cleaning every inch. The touch of Your skin under my fingertips is heavenly, and in that moment, I wonder if I have died and gone to heaven! The feeling of the sensual curves of Your body, the firmness of Your beautiful breasts, just being there with You is more than I dare dream. Such an exquisitely beautiful creature, and to be able to serve You in this manner, so close and intimate – I am so thankful just to be here with You.

When I am done with the front of Your body, You turn around and I see the sensual curves of your back, and Your marvelously shaped buttocks facing me – how can I not become more aroused? 

You tell me to drop to my knees – I do so immediately! You order me to clean Your legs and Your firm and shapely buttocks. You may use your tongue, You whisper. I obediently and happily do as I am told. I edge closer to You and I find You so very delicious, my tongue sliding across Your pale flesh; tasting, licking, cleaning, then probing Your sweet tight hole with my tongue dipping inside. My body quivers with delight...my hands caressing Your beautiful hips ... my tongue slipping in and out of Your warm tightness, then travelling downward. 

When You turn around, I am struck with a feeling of regret, so very intense for I loved being able to touch You in such an intimate fashion. I am momentarily saddened. My head bows, but I feel the touch of Your hand as you reach down and raise my head, and it lifts my spirit.

As I look up into Your beautiful eyes smiling down on me, Your gaze falls upon my excited member. You instruct me to begin to stroke myself, but not release, which I am glad to do for You as I am so very aroused, that obeying You has become my breath of life.

Then to my amazement, You say, It is time for your shower, my sweet Harold.

I look up at You, unsure of what You might mean, yet You are smiling as You lift Your leg and place it on my shoulder, opening Yourself to my gaze. Then in that moment, You let loose Your golden stream. I can’t believe this is happening, and even more confusing to me is that my erection grows harder, truly throbbing as Your liquid flows over my body, down my neck and across my chest. The warmth flows and the feeling of arousal at the erotic nature of this is so incredibly intense, the intimacy we are sharing is rapturous. I feel the warm spray as it runs over my throbbing manhood! My body suddenly spasms; a great wave of pleasure begins to flow through my entire length. Your voice commands me, You must not cum, Harold. 

Although it seems my orgasm is ready to erupt, my hand slows, stroking my wet organ, sliding along the entire length of my shaft, lubricated with Your warm fluid, but I manage to stop. The intensity of my aborted pleasure causes my whole body to quiver, demanding release. I beg You, Please let me cum, my Goddess.

You simply shake Your head saying, You must continue to clean me.

My head drops dutifully and my lips touch the soft flesh of Your beautiful feet. My tongue begins lapping Your calf, cleaning all the salty liquid from Your lovely legs; my mouth travels upward, licking and tasting Your sweet flesh, as I continue to the intersection of Your firm thighs, toward Your wonderful mound. I then pause momentarily, not sure if I should go further.

"Make me cum, Harold," You demand as You tug on my hair.

"Yes Mistress," I reply as You pull my head toward Your wonderfully sweet wetness. My tongue begins licking over the surface of Your mound, then sliding inside, Oh how I want to please You, Mistress! I try my best, until I feel Your body begin to quiver, Your hands clutching at my hair, pulling me closer with such urgency.

I grasp Your hips as Your orgasm washes over Your body just like the cascading water flows in the shower. I feel Your hands grasping my hair and lifting my head up to face You. Lifting my eyes, I am staring directly into Your intensely beautiful eyes.

You smile as You say, More, and I gladly go to work again, pleasuring You with my tongue. My head bends down toward the now creamy wetness of Your sex, my senses bombarded with the sweet clean fragrance of You. My tongue lightly grazes the sweet flesh at the lips of Your treasure. My body is shaking; I can’t believe I am in this moment. You taste so very pleasing, so sweet and delicious; I could never get enough of You!

My tongue begins exploring once more, probing deeply into the very depths of Your sweet center. My soul hungers for the taste of the sweet juices of Your arousal, which flows into my mouth; my head diving between Your luscious thighs, tasting the flowing juices; licking tenderly all around Your mound, exploring all the exciting crevices in and out of the swollen recesses of Your aroused sex.

My mouth begins searching for Your clitoris, finding it and feeling it grow larger, and become harder as my tongue caresses it tenderly. then taking it between my lips and sucking gently at first, then, lightly flicking my tongue over the firm hardness there, causing You to let out a deep moan. I increase the tempo of my sucking as I feel Your body responding, writhing as I grasp Your buttocks, tightly squeezing to steady You; Your hips begin to move rhythmically as my tongue continues licking Your aroused clit, harder and faster, tenderly taking it into my mouth in a sensitive kiss, my teeth lightly biting.

I’m sucking faster and harder, my tongue dipping inside of Your moistness. I get excited by the amount of Your juices flowing, evidence of Your intense arousal, and my tongue plunges even deeper inside of You. The fragrant aroma, and delicious taste of Your sex, thrills me, and I want more. My lips and tongue work feverishly to satisfy You. I need to satisfy You!

I begin to feel Your body’s reaction and I sense Your approaching orgasm; a loud moan escapes from between Your lips, then Your body stiffens. I can feel it quivering as it spasms with the rapturous ecstasy of Your orgasm as my tongue plunges even deeper, wanting to taste all of You. Your juices are like the sweet nectar of ripe fruit!

I whimper as I feel the tiny thread of my control snap, and I bury my face into Your pussy with fierce abandon, knowing it is too late to hold my orgasm back. You adjust Your posture slightly and Your toe rubs down from the head of my erection. Cum, Harold!

My breath releases as the orgasm rages thru me, my face buried within Your sweet sex as Your toe rubs the cum from my release all over my shaft and balls. I fear I can no longer breathe, but I do not care; I would die happily having known this moment with You!

As my body and breathing return to normal, I feel You release my head and brush my hair from my eyes. Holding onto the wall, You raise Your dainty foot, now coated with my cream, to my mouth. You missed a spot, Harold.

What can I say? I am sitting here fully aroused, so very hard as I think of Your orgasm – longing to be there before You; to look into Your beautiful face as Your body is awash with the sweet flowing bliss of pleasure. Oh, Mistress, how I so want to serve Your every wish and desire!

... my dream to look up at You from between Your thighs, and see the beauty of Your face as the crashing tidal waves of Your orgasm flows over Your body ... it would be heaven!

Then, to be there looking at You lovingly as Your eyes open and I see You smile, and I know I have satisfied You. What a wonderfully pleasant feeling ...Yes, Mistress, my only desire is to please You and to be truly Yours...

Then, as my mind returned to the shower, and at that moment I needed to stop those wonderful thoughts, for I feared that if I continued to think of You and pleasuring You, I would surely release my pent-up orgasm ... in that moment it felt like a caged animal roaring and needing to be let out; wanting so badly to cum, but needing Your permission. For cumming at Your request is so intensely special, I treasure Your control of my pleasure.... for it just feels so very right.

I do hope my words – my secret desires find You somewhat receptive and was not too unbearable for Your reading...I do long to hear Your thoughts, Your feelings...

Respectfully... I submit this to You. My lovely and beautiful Mistress, with Love and Affection,

Harold

My wonderful pet,

I wish to write more and I shall later, but I felt the emotions of Your writing and wanted to reassure You of my devotion. Your shower fantasy would come true if we should ever meet.

Your Mistress

Hello Harold,

How are you this evening? I hope you are taking a few minutes a day to decompress. To breathe in and let the sexual energy take over, then breathe out the stress and worry. You are a sensual being and you need to tap into that sensuality in order to be centered.

It is a beautiful thing to take that time to connect with what makes us human. For instance, one of my most intimate sexual fantasies involves my lover lying on his stomach between my legs, simply studying my pussy. The variations of pink and mauve, the textures, the moist juices flowing as I feel his stare.

Would you like to do that pet?

M

My most beautiful and giving Mistress,

I wish I could find more time to decompress. ...

I would love to be lying there with my head between Your lovely thighs studying your beautiful pussy, marveling at the color variations, looking at Your love skin. The delightful folds there at the entrance to imagined treasure, my head inching forward that I might be delighted not only by the artistry of Your sex, but also by the lovely fragrance. How I would love to serve You in this manner!

Submitted with love,

Harold

My devoted servant,

How was your day? You wished to know more about me; my desires, my dreams, my wishes. My life is hectic now so I try to decompress as well. And when I do, lately my thoughts turn to you. I envision you on hands and knees, your face turned to me, the collar around your neck with the leash in my hand. I tug you toward me and open my legs, the scent of my arousal assails you. Lick me while I spank you with your own leash, pet. You begin to circle my clit with your tongue as I apply the leash. I rub your hard cock with my toes and push your head further into me. That's it, pet. Make your Mistress relax. I need it so. I arch as my body tightens and you eagerly lap up my cream. I grab your collar and bring your face to mine to taste my essence on your lips. Stand and present that cock, pet. I finger myself to cream my hand then take that cock in my mouth and my finger finds your hole to slowly penetrate you. I suck you down as I massage your prostate. Cum for me lover! I want your salty cream down my throat! Such a tasty reward for me and a lovely orgasm for you, my sexy submissive. You have my permission to cum as you read this, Harold.

Mistress

Oh, my Mistress! My heart’s delight!

The thought of my head nestled there between Your lovely thighs sends a delighted tingle straight down to my cock, causing a bit of stiffening there, and it feels lovely.  Mmmmm! I do believe I need some decompressing myself. Your message brings such lovely thoughts into my mind, arousing me further, swirling around in a wonderfully orgasmic display of colors and light....

I so want to give You such pleasure - to come together with You, our minds melding, and creating a marvelous erotic spark that sends me to another place. A place where I am only with You; surrounded by Your essence. Your presence allows me to just release all that I am and be only what You wish me to be – to be completely at Your service .... to be used by You in whatever manner You would desire. Wow...just thinking about giving myself to You is so very arousing – I sit here right now fully aroused as I dream of being there with You my senses bombarded by the very essence of You! 

Oh, to be lying there with Your wonderful body hovering above me ... realizing my fantasy...feeling Your body begin to press down upon me, and Your moist juicy flesh covering my face. The pure delicate scent of Your body filling my senses takes my breath away - providing even more fuel to the burning fires of my passion. Yes, my glorious Mistress – You are my passion, my desires, my fantasy!

As I am filled with such glorious thoughts of only You ... Your powerful essence seems to cloak my very being. I cannot help but become totally lost in You (maybe not lost but to be literal - found).  This position – lying beneath You totally in Your control provides me with a liberating sense of freedom – I am truly my sub missive self here with You!  Your body surrounds me; Your marvelously sweet sex pressing upon my face - my head between Your legs… my lips and tongue greedily seeking to taste Your sweet flowing nectar, as Your burning passion lights a fire deep within my loins… My manhood is swollen to its limits. I fear, and I feel as if I’m about to explode, while my mouth ravishes Your sweet pussy…. 

As my lips kiss the soft juicy pink lips of Your hot wet pussy ... oh so very warm and moist, the taste is indescribable as my tongue plunges deep into You ... seeking to reach the very depths of Your passion. My mouth continues to kiss and lick Your sweet flowing juices, my hands reach out and tenderly caress and stroke the silky-smooth skin of Your fleshy thighs as they gently squeeze down on the sides of my head. I feel totally at ease here, seemingly captured by the strength of Your body, and just filled with a heaven sent joy – that I am where I am meant to be. 

My lips then find that wonderful organ of pleasure and I begin to gently suck at Your now erect clitoris….my tongue tenderly licking … then changing up and flicking rapidly across the very tip of Your swollen clit. I could stay here indefinitely, wanting to extend this time of service if possible. When I hear You gasp in pleasure and Your moan deepens as Your orgasm begins to build, I can feel Your body tensing and I sense a slight trembling. I know the waves of pleasure will soon overtake You and I am filled with such tremendous satisfaction.

As Your body stiffens and begins to rock faster, my tongue plunges in and out of Your wetness with the rhythm of Your thrusting hips. My need for Your release reaching a feverish pitch. Suddenly You cum! Your sweet juices release into my waiting mouth, and You let out a deep cascading erotic moan that heightens the sensuality of the moment, and lifts us up to another level of reality. A reality where only You and I exist, surfing the ultimate waves of our desires and fulfilling Our every fantasy. The sweet taste of You excites me while You are still enthralled in Your orgasm. You press