The Awakenings Collection: 5 Hot Stories of Erotic Awakenings

By Alice Cummings

Five hot stories of extreme experiences and mind-blowing awakenings, brought to you by five-star rated erotica author!

Join these women as they embark on a journey to discover their own sensuality in Alice Cumming’s hot new collection.

Includes all of Alice Cumming’s original ‘Awakenings’ stories plus a hot bonus story exclusive to this collection.

The Awakenings Collection is a book of five steamy romantic tales now in one bundle. Each story tells the tale of a woman’s eye-opening experience. Each woman is very different, but they all have one thing in common: an awakening experience unlike any other that opens them up to a world of pleasure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice Cummings
• Release date: Jul 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005591946

Alice Cummings

Alice Cummings is a London based erotica writer who publishes steamy tales and writes custom stories. She loves to create a fantasy that will excite and please.She can be found on twitter @alicewritesx and more information can be found on her website erotic-stori.es

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About The Author

Alice Cummings is a London based romance and erotica author. Her work can be found on Amazon and on her website https://erotic-stori.es/

As well as publishing her own stories, Alice also takes commissioned work. She loves to craft personalised fantasies for her clients, working hard to create the perfect story.

Becoming His Toy

Everyone was asking how it felt to be home again. To my family I faked a smile and said that I was happy to see them again, to friends I brushed it off as a bit shit but I’ll pull through, but the truth was that the idea of this being my home made me nauseous.

This house and this town had always felt suffocatingly small. Having escaped it all once only to be dragged back again made the whole thing even more difficult to swallow. Having spent over a year in my own flat where I had total freedom (I could pass out drunk on the bathroom floor, I could bring back whoever I wanted, could be as loud as I wanted) I had almost forgotten how awful it was under my parent’s roof.

My first morning waking up alone in that single bed again, I found myself emerging very reluctantly from a dream. A series of hazy erotic images of a man in that single bed with me as I rub myself desperately. I would drift almost but not quite awake enough to touch myself then slip back into a dream of a man pounding me from behind as I play with my clit. All the while I can hear all too clearly the chatter of my parents in the kitchen downstairs, their proximity always far too present in my mind and keeping me always a little too far from the release that seemed to become more and more important.

When I finally pulled myself out from all levels of the erotic nightmare, I was exhausted and frustrated and dripping wet. I had chased that orgasm through hell and had nothing to show for it. I needed to get out of that house.

Without even taking the time to shower I pulled on some clothes and left the house with just a going out shouted in the vague direction of my parents.

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I walked with a determined purpose into the trees and the wilderness behind them. It felt like if I stopped walking I would scream or cry so I kept going until my legs were aching so much it felt like I might collapse.

I walked until I was on the edge of being lost, as far as I could get from that house. I could have been miles from any house. Taking a deep breath, I lay down on the slightly damp earth. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees. I pulled up the skirt of my dress a little way to feel the warmth on my thighs.

For a moment I just listened to the noises of the woods, the wind and the birds. I just enjoyed the distance I put between me and my parents. Then I relaxed and let the dreams come back to me.

I imagined strong hands on my thighs, pulling my legs apart. Thick fingers pushing into me, sliding easily into my wetness. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm building. I rubbed myself as gently as I could bear, not wanting it to all be over too soon. I could almost feel my imagined stranger holding me down and pounding me.

That was when I opened my eyes for a moment and spotted him. Just a little way off but with a clear view of me. It’s possible that if I hadn’t been waiting for this for so long then I might have stopped but I didn’t stop, not even for a second. The man smiled at me and I opened my legs a little more so he could get an even better view of my glistening cunt and my fingers rubbing my clit. He smiled and nodded to encourage me.

The man was tall and strong, not in the way that male models look strong, but like a man who has a real strength that has been built up from needing to use it. His clothes were worn and this hair had grown out and fell in messy curls. Around that smirk he wore as he watched me was an untrimmed beard.

I could see his cock straining against his jeans. With my eyes, I begged him to take it out. I wanted desperately to watch him spray cum while watching me. He had so much control.

He gave me one more nod and my moans echoed off the trees around me as my whole body shook with the force of my orgasm. I tried to keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch him watch me fall apart. But it was so strong that I couldn’t.

I lay in the dirt and the leaves as I came down from it. When I looked up he was out of earshot, walking the other way in no hurry but taking large strides.

After such a long wait and build up my orgasm had felt so powerful and I was exhausted. I wanted to run after him and beg him to fuck me senseless but I let him walk away.

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It had been a while since I had made my quick exit from the quaint prison cell I had somehow landed myself in, so I brushed as much of the woods of myself as I could and started the long walk back.

Where the fuck is she? I heard my father shout as I walked up to the back door of the house.

How should I know? My mother almost screamed the words at him.

How long had they been shouting over my absence? I felt sick as I opened the door. The fact that anyone would feel the need to always know where I was made my eyes fill up with hot angry tears.

Hi I called hesitantly. My mother appeared in the hallway instantly.

Sweetie, she said, where have you been?

I just went for a walk, I said I’m going to go have a shower

Okay sweetie, she said to me then called back to my father she went for a walk

I couldn’t stay downstairs with them so I locked the bathroom door and ran the hot tap, I was going to be in there for a while.

The light summer dress was covered in dirt from the forest floor. I shook it off and brushed the loose dirt off my legs too. Laying there, I had gotten quite sweaty and the dirt and leaves had clung to me. Not to mention how the hair between my legs was still dripping with the lust I had built up.

I lowered myself into the almost too hot water and instantly relaxed. The steam rose up from the water, I cupped my hands and poured a handful of water over my face to wash away the beads of sweat that the steam had produced. Picking up a little bottle of soap, I smelled the contents and the floral scent filled my nose. I rubbed a small amount between my hands and the white gel foamed up. Covering my small breasts with the velvety foam, the smell filled the whole bathroom. I continued to cover myself in bubbles, paying extra attention to rubbing the soap through my pubic hair.

I thought about my woodland man. Everything about him made a flash of arousal shoot through my stomach. Most of all it was his strength and his control. He could take me by force, hold me down and fuck me no matter how much I struggled. But he could tell how badly I needed him so he restrained himself. He tried to tease me and he succeeded. I was even more frustrated than I was that morning.

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Once the bath water got too cold I realised that I couldn't sulk in the bath all night. I wrung out my hair, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked downstairs to make a cup of tea.

I stared at the kettle as the water bubbled more and more, waiting impatiently for it to come to the boil and click off. Holding the towel in place with one hand, I poured the water slowly and heaped in the sugar.

Then I heard the back door open into the kitchen and my father entered.

Thank you so much for dropping by, he said before turning to me and saying in an aggressive but quiet voice "why do you have to fucking walk