A Journey of a Real Woman: Book 1

By KC Douglas

Betsy was 39 and approaching that dreaded age where life seemed to advance way too fast. She was determined to go over her past and try to understand how and why she did what she did. Her memories started in high school, progressed to college and then to Grad School. Betsy wanted to understand how she started out obedient and grew more submissive to her friends and especially to her boyfriends. It seemed she was willing to do almost anything to be accepted... and she did!

• Language: English
• Publisher: KC Douglas
• Release date: Sep 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463754627

KC Douglas

I started reading erotic stories a few years ago and found many of them to be very unbelievable, as well as written poorly so I wondered if I could do better. I have written many stories and posted them on a few story sites, which has given me great satisfaction when readers send me wonderful feedback. After receiving many nice comments from readers, I decided to give publishing a try and I am hoping to give readers a rewarding experience by reading one of my books. I fully immerse myself in each story and hopefully that intimate feeling is portrayed in each of my books. The enjoyment received from erotic stories can give a person many minutes and hours of personal enjoyment and hopefully my books do that for readers. Many of my books are pure erotic fantasy... I think... but then again I won't admit what parts come from personal experience. Yes, I have had affairs in my life and in my marriage, but hopefully they have made me stronger and happier. I can't describe the enjoyment I get from writing and will admit that it has been kept a total secret from my family and friends.

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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN – BETSY’S JOURNEY BEGINS

By K.C. Douglas

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Author’s Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. I am telling her story, as she gets set to turn 40, and Betsy thinks back to what has happened in her life.

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BOOK 1 - Betsy's Journey Begins

Betsy would be turning 40 and she, like most women, considered the thought very frightful. It seemed like yesterday that she was a girl, a young girl gaining experience in the world without any regrets or fears. Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was all about her journey through life.

In reminiscing, Betsy was a girl trying desperately to prove to everyone that she was a well-refined, vibrant woman. She loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life pass across her darkened eyelids. The clarity of her daydreams was outstanding, most being stunningly alive in vivid Technicolor.

Betsy wondered if she was different than most women and if other women visualized their past in such detail. Even at 39, she felt like it had taken a lifetime to develop into a fully mature, grown woman.

Lately Betsy seemed obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the years. Reliving the various affairs gave her the chance to wonder if she would do things differently.

The weekend was approaching and it promised to be one of those rare opportunities to be alone. Her husband, Danny, had gone away for a weekend business conference and he had left a couple of hours earlier. Betsy welcomed the alone time because it afforded her the freedom to do whatever she wanted without answering to anyone.

With the aspect of turning 40 just around the corner, the powerful urges to dream about her past seemed to get stronger. What was it about 40 that people found terrifying? Betsy questioned if she had missed something or if things should have been different. Did she have any regrets, she wondered?

Betsy looked forward to being alone all weekend. When Danny first told her about his trip, she was sad, but it soon turned to elation when she realized the freedom she would have. Her dreamlike state started midafternoon Friday before she got home from work and the weekend officially began.

She virtually ran into the house and rushed upstairs to the spare bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. For some strange reason, Betsy decided to use the spare bedroom for her fantasy escapades. Maybe using the room not shared with her husband, she reasoned, alleviated some of the guilt feelings for acting secretively.

Betsy landed on the bed, letting out a big sigh of exhaustion from the long workweek. She lay spread-eagled with her arms stretched out over her head, as her mind immediately raced into fantasyland. Many if not most of her memories started right after junior high school. Any recollections before she was 15 or 16 were merely fleeting memories of events and nothing stood out.

She was raised by her father and Betsy dearly missed the influence of having a mother. Her mother was a smoker who died when Betsy was still very young and all she remembered of her mother was that she was a very beautiful and loving lady.

Betsy could recall very few things that happened in those early years and what she did remember usually consisted of simple pictures or a few vague details. They were nothing compared to her stimulating memories of high school, grad school and those from her 20's and 30's. Those memories flashed through her mind like theatrical movies.

Betsy loved the tranquil state she often lapsed into whenever she was all alone. It was the only time she let herself drift off so that she was oblivious of anything else around her. She had the uncanny knack of being a third party in her daydreams; she would dream of watching herself, as an actress playing the role of Betsy who moved from one event to the next, from one chapter to the next.

Betsy's plan was to fill the weekend with chapters of her life. Her earliest meticulous memories, which were her teenage years, would commence the novel of her life story. The first dream of the weekend started when she was a teenager going to Bedford High in the mid 80’s.

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The way she acted in chapter one and the things she did in high school laid the foundations for the woman she was today. All through high school, Betsy was shy and did not have many close friends. The group she hung around with was of the geek category or so all the other students called them.

Maybe Betsy’s biggest mistake was not realizing just how seductive and sexy she was. Her classmates called her a ‘knockout’, but she never considered herself one. Her boobs were always a huge hit with the boys and Betsy remembered how she developed physically at a very early age. She eventually grew to like having her boobs touched and often caressed them herself during masturbation.

Vivid thoughts reminded Betsy of two profound things from her high school years. She loved masturbating, as a form of mental relief, and she wanted to be just like any normal teenager. Betsy yearned to be accepted like any other girl, which most likely led her into a world of submissiveness.

It was that urge to please her friends and to fit-in that got her into trouble. Betsy cringed thinking about how she started giving blowjobs and eventually performing fellatio in front of others. Yes, she reasoned, it was peer pressure or some odd motive that doing sexual things with others would make her feel liked and needed.

The very first time was memorable. She was paired with one of her geek friends for a school assignment. They went over to the guy’s house to work on a physics project and after three hours of working, they paused for a soda. Betsy would always remember the events as something that just happened, as she was too naïve to realize it had been all planned.

She kind of liked the boy and didn’t object when they sat on the sofa to study. When they took the break, the boy got drinks and returned to sit close beside her. Before she knew it, they were kissing and the boy had his hand inside her blouse.

Having her well-developed breasts fondled and felt by an eager teenage boy was traumatic, yet profound. Betsy tried to control things, but one thing led to another and she quickly found her hand resting on the boy’s cock. She had never seen one or even touched one, but for whatever reason she left her hand on the obvious bulge in the boy’s pants.

My zipper... pull my zipper down, the boy whispered. That's it, honey... pull it out. Pull out my cock.

The boy started kissing her neck and her ears. Strange and new sensations rushed through her and she seemed very heated for the first time in her life. Her dainty hand was on his pecker, which seemed too hard to be real.

Ah, aaaahhhh, she moaned, but kept her fingers tightly wrapped around the throbbing shaft.

Suddenly the teen grabbed her head and pushed downward until her face was perilously close to his meat. Oh baby, oh babe, that feels good. Betsy, keep moving your hand like that... up and down, like that, he said, as the desire increased to an unbearable level.

The innocent teenager didn’t know what to do or say. Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh, Betsy moaned, but her hand never stopped moving.

The boy entwined his fingers in her hair and pushed. It feels good if you put your mouth on it... put my cock in your mouth, he said and realized a dream come true.

Before Betsy realized what he was doing, the cock was in her mouth. The boy was obviously overly aroused because within moments cum spewed like a fountain. The hot, creamy lava surprised her, but she quickly determined