Erotic Memoirs

By Misty .

Inspired by actual events – These are memoirs of generations of my past loves – from teen puppy love, to forbidden love and exotic love.
After walking through fire, and a lot of heartache, I finally found the rainbow shining through at the end with the most important love of all……self love.
Misty

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664160460

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Contents

Teen Love

Lusty Lawyers

My Secret Life With My Ob/Gyn Doctor

Soul Mates

Foreign Fetish

So Many Men…. So Little Time!

Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief

Doctor, Lawyer, Indian, Chief

My Gangsta

Teen Love

1970-1982

It was a time of innocence, of raging hormones and first loves. Many loves, actually, but only puppy love.

The 70’s were crazy times. Time of free love, women’s’ liberation was new, the end of a war in Vietnam. There were a lot of hippie communes. I guess I always saw myself as a hippie.

My first real love was my 6th grade teacher. Oh my God, he was the perfect guy for me! It was love at first sight! He had big brown eyes, and a resemblance to Sylvester Stallone, kind of big, sad eyes. He also had the sexiest smile and most eloquent laugh. He took over our previous teacher’s place in the second quarter of that school year. Later, that first teacher became an attorney and then he died of alcoholism at a very young age.

My teacher was also a basketball coach, and he was also a swimming coach and lifeguard at the local swimming pool. He had gotten a basketball scholarship and attended college and then became a teacher down here in this area. He was originally from El Paso. He was only 10 years older than me. He was a true Sagittarian by liking sports, easygoing and frank personality. He always told it like it was.

He was tall, dark and handsome. He also had the greatest personality. If I had the chance, I would have ended up with him, but it never happened. I think my life would have ended up a lot different, and a lot better.

I was obsessed with him. It made my whole day just to go to school, after my boring life at home. It was my excitement, my purpose in life. I didn’t have much else going on in my life except taking piano lessons since I was 7.

The only other thing I did to stay busy was work at helping my sisters, who were working while going to college, clean offices. I would also go and clean my aunt and uncle’s title company. I would also help my dad with his general ledger posting for bookkeeping that he kept for a local plumber. I even helped him work at the title company too. He would go work on the weekends to help out. I would also babysit my nephews and nieces. I started working when I was 10 years old.

So after this I was ready to move on to bigger and better things. I wanted to be in track and take karate lessons but my mom didn’t let me do any of those things. I also wanted to be in track, but she didn’t let me do that either. (It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, My Love Life is Boring)

I wasn’t much into hanging out with cheerleaders or other bubbly types like that. I was into writing poetry, playing the piano, reading, writing, and I was a hopeless romantic. I had a few good friends that I hung out with and that helped with my boredom in life. I had my support system.

When he started teaching our class, my friends and I were all sitting in the very back - that way we could cut up in class, send notes to each other, etc. We were all smart so we got bored easily. We needed to be constantly challenged. So what the teacher did was have us all sit in the very front, so he could keep a watch over us and we could focus all our attention on the subject at hand, social studies. Guess who was in the front and center? Yes, of course, me. I could gaze at him all period long if I wanted to. We got along great. I even pulled a Sharon Stone and would make sure and wear short dresses and skirts. I liked teasing him and my hormones were raging all the time, especially since I started menstruating that year.

I really wasn’t sure what to do with my bodily changes. This is when my hormones started kicking in so my sexual desires kicked in as well. My PMS and anxiety kicked in too. I really couldn’t handle the fact about my friend who was an epileptic that had seizures in class all the time. It was horrible. I hated to see her like that. I would get real anxious about it at home or anywhere else for that matter. I would get a lot of crying jags and just a lot of mood swings also. It was terrible. The only way I was able to work through this was through my music, (piano and singing) and my poetry. And of course, my outlets like my secret crush that I had on my teacher.

I also had a lot of urges once a month. It’s weird how God wired us like that, just to procreate. Oh well, I had to deal with it the only way I knew how, just ignore it and move on and continue being curios about it. My parents never spoke to us about sex, and I had a pretty strict upbringing. We also had our share of spankings. That was the custom back then, parents ruled with an iron fist and controlled everything about you, even the way you were supposed to act and think.

We just always got the message that sex was bad and not acceptable behavior at all, that nobody liked an easy girl.

My teacher became my mentor. I could really talk to him about anything. You could say he was like my big brother. I was the youngest of 6 children, and they were all a lot older than me. In fact, my two sisters were 6 and 8 years older than me. They were in a different school bracket at this time. They were already going to college, and I was still in junior high. We weren’t really that close. My three brothers were even older, with two of them married already, and the youngest one was still in Viet Nam or close to getting back.

I found myself going by my teacher’s house. My sisters or friends used to take me because I couldn’t drive yet. He had a small apartment in McAllen. Is that considered a stalker? Like I said, I was crazy about him. He never found out that I had gone by his place. I came to dread the weekends because I wasn’t able to see him, only when he was working at the pool during the summertime later.

I was in choir during my junior high days, along with some of my closest friends. I also used to enter talent shows playing the piano, and one time he was one of the judges. I ended up winning second place that one year. I played the song Laura’s Theme from the movie, Dr. Zhivago. That’s the movie my favorite aunt took me to watch. After that, I always used to say to myself that if I ever had a little girl, I was going to name her Laura. Hopeless romantic!

I also found out that he was dating my choir director, Ms. Brown. Sometimes he would come over and sit in during our choir practice. That was why. He would just sit there and watch and then just kind of sway out of there after a while. I remember the director was acting kind of nervous. I was kind of upset about it, but oh well, he was 10 years older than me, and it just couldn’t be. I mean, I was jail bait after all.

So I kept my distance and just admired him from afar, but deep down inside I was crazy about him for the longest time, even after he left later.

During the summer he was a lifeguard at one of the pools in town. My girlfriend and me would make sure and be there all the time. We would go back and forth from the pool to the bowling alley that was right down the street from there. One time we even hitched a ride with a truck driver to the pool! We were pretty wild and carefree and also trusting. I guess we loved taking risks - the excitement.

I loved just watching him. He was tall, thin and very bronze from being in the sun all the time. His tall, lean body was beautiful, he really turned me on. He had a lot of sex appeal because of his personality, easy going personality and intelligence. He made me laugh a lot.

I had a fear of water so I didn’t get in the pool much. He would come over and talk to us while we were observing. He was off for the summers, so this was his summer job. One time I did get in the pool and we kind of just frolicked and played in the water for a bit. It was awesome. He rubbed some suntan lotion on me and then I rubbed some on him. I was real turned on when this happened, and I think he was too. I felt real liberated and uninhibited just being in the water with him, I was finally able to relax. But unfortunately we never acted on it. We just enjoyed each other’s company and closeness. It was very erotic. He even started to teach me how to swim because I had taken swimming lessons one summer a couple of years before that and wouldn’t jump off the diving board because I was afraid of the water. He was real patient with me and did the best he could with my fear and all. Of course, later all I could do was lie in bed and dream about us being together.

My sisters would subscribe to magazines like Playgirl, and I would read them all the time. They also used to always have the magazines True Stories and True Confessions. They had a lot of erotic stories, and I loved to read them. They also used to have some real risqué books that I loved to read. They really made me sexually frustrated. My sister and I would also go to the drive-inn theater when they would show rated X movies. Linda Loveless was a big porn star at the time. Sex was always taboo at our house. We never talked about it with our parents. They were pretty quiet about the subject. I guess that’s why I was all the more curious about it.

One time I missed my ride home from school, and I had started to walk home and then all of a sudden my teacher appeared out of nowhere in his blue Camaro sports car! Like my Knight in Shining Armor. He asked if I needed a ride home, and I was kind of hesitant at first. I agreed for him to take me home but only if he dropped me off around the corner. I didn’t want my family or neighbors to start any rumors about us. I remember when we were in the car he asked if I liked the song that was playing. I said Yes, so he changed the station on purpose. He was always a jokester. I felt his hand brush up against my leg, and it felt awesome. I could feel an electrical charge go through me. I wondered if this is what love felt like. I guess it was just chemistry.

There was never any inappropriate touching or a kiss or anything like that, but you can bet that the electrical chemistry was there, like being so near and yet so far. Like I said, I was jailbait. So he dropped me off at the corner, and I walked the rest of the way home. I was glowing the whole way home. I was really a starry-eyed young woman.

We used to have show and tell in his class. He used to really make the class fun, since I always thought that history and social studies were very boring. My favorite class was English. I even wrote a report once on ESP and on Zodiac signs. I was always into that paranormal phenomenon.

One time one of my classmates brought a feather to class, and he was mimicking the commercial Tackle the Tickle about cough drops. What he was supposed to do was cough out the feather from his cupped hand to show that it was tickling his throat. What happened instead was he started choking on the feather! We all started laughing because we didn’t know he was choking on it, he was just coughing and coughing and turning red, and he ran out of the room to go get some water. My teacher told me that he always used to tell that story to his other students that he had back in El Paso when he went back to teach over there. This was his first teaching job right out of college, so he always had a lot of fond memories of that time. That same boy ended up dying of cancer at an early age later.

One time he carried my school mate, who was an epileptic, off the field at lunchtime. He took her to the nurses’ station because she had a seizure at lunchtime. I recall thinking that he was so chivalrous and really a hero when he did that. I could see him from very far away when that happened. I was on my lunch time, and he used to patrol the lunch recess field so he was already there when she started her seizure. I was at the other end of the field coming out from having lunch, standing at the top of the stairs to go out on the field when I could see him carrying her. Later in class he explained to us about epileptics and seizures. It was a very traumatic time for me.

My next door neighbor that I grew up with knew about my secret crush. We would talk about him all the time. We spent a lot of time together, going to each other’s house, going to the nearby movie theater (her father was the projectionist).

We were always very close when we were growing up. Gosh, we even used to share lollipops while hanging out in my front yard! When we got into junior high school, we got some cigarettes and would sneak them in my little storage room where I kept my piano. We were just curious about a lot of things.

Years later, after I had moved out of my mom’s house, I and my sisters and my sister-in-law all went together to a movie theater in a nearby town that showed rated X movies. We were just messing around. Low and behold, guess who the projectionist was? Yup, my friend’s father, my next door neighbor when I was living at my mom’s. We were all pretty embarrassed that he had seen us there, but sex was so taboo for women at that time (or even now) and we just enjoyed being able to quench our curiosity about these movies and wanted to be able to enjoy our eroticism without any judgment from anybody.

Unfortunately, one time her grandmother shamed me about my crush on the teacher. She told me that she didn’t really want me to hang out with my friend Carla because I was a bad influence on her. I was very hurt, maybe both because my friend had told her about the teacher and because that ruined my confidence in her as a friend, but we really didn’t listen to her. We still kept hanging out. Her mom had died when we were in 2nd grade so she was being raised by her grandmother. My friend later died in her sleep. She died very young like her mother. She had a husband, but she never had any kids.

Another friend of mine, Estella, that was the daughter of a preacher, also knew. She turned out not to be a very good friend later, though. She had moved down here from Mathis, Texas and we kind of just clicked when we met. We were in choir together, just like Carla. We would walk to each other’s house, hang out or go to friends’ houses, parties or the bowling alley and swimming pool, and I remember being out with her until 2:00 a.m. and walking home at that time. It really wasn’t that dangerous back then like it is now. (Like I said, I loved the excitement.)

Later we introduced her brother to my oldest sister, and they hit it off. My sister had just been through a bad marriage and a divorce with no children. She started dating my friend’s brother and she then ended up pregnant. She didn’t want to marry him, so she decided to raise the baby by herself. So my friend, Estella, and I would always be bound because of this.

Another dear friend of mine that I grew up with and knew all about my crush was also a neighbor of mine. Her mom died when we were in 6th grade. We all kind of clung to each other. She had a big family like mine also. We had a real good childhood when I think back about it. We all used to hang out together and be each other’s support system. We used to take turns going to all the neighbors’ houses because everybody had a different fruit tree, i.e. lemons, figs, berries, peaches or oranges. It was nice. We even used to skip school together. We had a lot of fun. I still have some pictures of us when we were skipping school. She was with her boyfriend as well.

Another person that knew was my cousin who lived right down the street too. (Nelda) We were only nine months apart, and we were inseparable. We would constantly spend the night at each other’s house and just hang out all the time - we were more like sisters. We hung out until our high school days. She was a year ahead of me in class, and I remember one day when she was in first grade and I was kindergarten, after school I was playing outside with no shirt on (it was a very hot day) and I saw her walking home after school, so I hid behind some bushes so she and her friends wouldn’t see that I was outside without a shirt. They did see me, but I wouldn’t come out of the bushes until I couldn’t see them anymore. We were only little kids, but it was kind of embarrassing for me. I guess I was always free-spirited since I was a little girl.

She was a free spirit like me, and we used to get into all sorts of trouble at this age. One time she ran away from home with the money I had lent her for a bus ticket! She ended up at her sister’s house in Dallas (she was working as a nurse) and actually stayed up there for a while. She ended up getting attacked and almost raped by a guy there in Dallas at the apartment complex where her sister was living. Luckily, she was able to get away. She then returned back home. Her parents had a lot of problems with her, and her aunt actually forbade me from going over there to her house after that. I was very hurt again.

My other neighbor, who lived down the street with her grandmother, also was one of our cronies. I never confided in her about the teacher, maybe only briefly. I really didn’t want her taking him away from me. (Her grandfather owned the theater that we hung out at.) As a matter of fact, Tina was always there at the theater. She always had a lot of boyfriends and spent the entire time smooching in the theater. Now she was one of the bubbly, cheerleader types with a bad reputation. We hung out sometimes, not all the time. We were both also in piano lessons together.

I recall a very good friend that I became close to during the summer, Will. I would go stay at the island at my favorite aunt’s trailer on the beach, and he and his parents also owned a trailer right down the street from my aunt’s.

We would hang out on the beach from sun up to sun down. He was blond and blue-eyed so he tanned very nicely. I remember he used to love to snorkel and I would just watch him. One time he came up with a handful of sand dollars for me! This was before they became commercialized. You really can’t find them on the beach anymore.

He was awesome to talk to. He was very bright and articulate. He used to be in orchestra and played the violin. Both of his parents were college professors, so he must have inherited their intelligence. He always used to tell me that sometimes you could be right next to someone and they would talk right through you, like they weren’t really connecting to you, no matter how close you got to them. He was very intense and deep, so I guess we understood each other and just clicked and remained good friends.

So that summer after my teacher left to Oregon and the next school year is when all hell broke loose. He apparently moved up there with a girl. Before he left he always told me that when I turned 18 he would come down and visit me, and he did. So I was about 15 when he left. Of course I was heartbroken that he left. He was my best friend, my mentor, my solace, my excitement, my rock in my hectic and chaotic junior high days filled with so many changes and becoming a woman. I don’t think I could have survived if he hadn’t been there. It was a time of innocence, real raw emotions and desires that I will never be able to bring back or replicate. I’m so glad I was able to experience that. It’ll always remain in the deep recess of my memory, and it’ll always be something that I’ll cherish.

I was bound and determined to get the teacher out of my heart. I guess that’s why I did a lot of reckless things and tried to detach from having any real emotions for anybody. It just really hurt too much.

So after all my junior high days of parties, becoming a young woman, and having experienced real puppy love, I felt I was ready for the next chapter in my life - my high school days (or so I thought).

That summer, the night before I started High School, I went with my cousin and her family to the beach for the day. I’ll never forget what happened that day. I think it was an omen of bad things to come.

We were just enjoying the day, playing in the water with my cousins and my uncle. We even ate some hotdogs that someone was selling at a stand there on the beach. I guess we were celebrating the close of the summer days and returning to school, with my first day of High School.

There was a car parked next to us with a family also, and we were even playing around in the water with the boy that was our same age.

When we were next to our car parked on the beach, getting ready to leave, I remember the lady next to us was screaming and crying. She was the mother of the boy that we were playing with in the water. We couldn’t figure out what was going on, and then we looked at the ocean and saw that there were a bunch of frogmen swimming around. What happened is that they were getting ready to leave also and they couldn’t find the boy!

It turns out that the boy drowned. It was very sad and traumatic for me. We were even driving home and saw his parents driving home too. What more could they do? They had to get home. It seemed so surreal to me.

Well, that night I didn’t sleep a wink because I was sicker than a dog. I was very nauseous and was sick to my stomach. The next day was my first day of High School and I felt horrible. I’m not sure if it was because of what had happened the day before or because of the hotdogs we ate on the beach. I think it was a combination of both.

Another time this same cousin of mine and I were at the beach with our families and we met some Jesus freaks. They were cool. I think they lived in a hippie commune and were just traveling around preaching the word of the Lord. We had fun that day. We even made a circle with all of them and prayed right there at the water’s edge. Later my cousin decided to run away from home and guess who she ran away with? Yes, the Jesus freak. His name was Branch. We had met them one night at the local college (we had driven our bikes all the way over there) and when we were just hanging out at the activity center, her dad walked in with the police. We had to leave after talking to the police. Those were crazy times.

This should’ve been a red flag for me about my High School days. Maybe I had a nervous stomach, not sure.

So I survived my first day of school and then later during the week I met my first husband (my first lover).

We hit it off when we met. He wasn’t the best looking guy, but there was something about him that attracted me to him. He was a Leo like my mom. They say you usually look for someone like your father, but I have always found myself looking for someone like my mom. He was a born leader, strong and generous at the same time. He made me feel safe.

This is when I started skipping school all the time and would hang out at his friend’s house sometimes. I remember my poor mom constantly at the principal’s office about my skipping school.

Actually, one