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Pussy Tales
by Natasha Brooks
Inspired by the blog series from Bare Back Magazine
www.barebackmag.com/blog
This book is dedicated to all the people who believed in me even when I did not believe in myself.
To my friends and my family for your love and your support.
And especially to my staff and wonderful readers at Bare Back Magazine www.barebackmag.com. Going forward into five years and counting. Still growing strong each year.
Thank you for believing in my vision and taking this journey with me.
With Love Always,
Natasha
Table of Contents
Chapter One-How It Began
Chapter Two- The Introduction
Chapter Three- Never Too Late
Chapter Four-The Offer
Chapter Five-Savor The Taste
Chapter Six- The Making of an Escort
Chapter Seven- Innocence Lost
Chapter Eight- What Is Love?
Chapter Nine- How Are You My Dear?
Chapter Ten- Hide And Seek
Chapter Eleven- Satisfaction
Chapter Twelve- Choices
Chapter Thirteen- I Am Not My Pussy
Chapter Fourteen- Intervention
Chapter Fifteen-How It Ended
About The Author
About Emerging Edge Publishing
Other Books By Emerging Edge Publishing
Chapter One: How It Began
I think that every woman has at least once in her life wondered how it would be like to be a whore. It’s funny how the course of events can make some things happen in your life. For me, that curiosity or fantasy, which ever way you want to put it became a reality the day my husband walked out on our family, almost a year ago; after over 10 years of marriage my husband Marcus decided that he no longer wanted to be with me or our family.
I saw all the signs, lack of interest both sexually and emotionally; but I just thought that it was just a phase that "we" were going through. The sex became less and less, from once a week to once a month and then every three to six months. We rarely slept in the same bed. He would sleep in the guest room, or would be out of town (so he said). When we did have sex it was just straight sex, nothing kinky, no passion except for heavy breathing and a lot of sweat. I felt like less than a woman because of this.
I felt like I could not satisfy my husband. I was loosing control of my marriage and almost every aspect of my life because of this.
I finally realized that my husband was having affairs with not one woman but several over the years. I’ve even answered phone calls from women who would from time to time call our home late at night asking for him. And when I would ask him about the calls he would say it was just business calls. I accepted that reality, although I knew that I was living a lie. I slowly felt my life spiraling out of control. And there was nothing that I could do.
I guess I just wanted to believe that everything would be okay, or at least I wanted everyone else to think that "we" were okay, including my parents, our friends and our kids.
I returned to working in a local elementary school in my town after taking time off to care for our youngest daughter Hailey until she started school. About a couple of weeks after that, things became more strained between Marcus and me. We barely talked yet alone had sex. I remember the day that Marcus left me. There was something about that day that seemed different. I remember Marcus kissing me before he left for work; he had not done that in so long.
When I returned home, I discovered that Marcus had left. He took all of his clothing and personal belongings. I found an envelope addressed to me. I guess you call it a Dear John letter. Anyway, he said that he was gone for good, and had fell in love
with someone else.
To be honest with you, Marcus was the only man I had ever been with sexually. He was my sole provider; he was my everything. I felt like my whole life had shattered right in front of my eyes. Days and even weeks had past and still no call or even a letter from Marcus. I called his job and even went to his office, but I was told each time that he was indefinitely out of town, with no other explanation or information to help me find him. "How absurd! I am his wife!" I thought. "This can't be happening!"
Emotionally and financially I was at my breaking point, considering I had just returned back to work after taking a "hiatus" from work. I couldn't ask my parents or close friends for help. I was too embarrassed. It would mean that I would have to deal with the reality of my marriage as a failure. I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
I didn't contact an attorney for legal advice. If I did, I would feel like an even worst failure. I wanted to live in a fantasy thinking that everything would be okay and Marcus would come back to me. But how long would that fantasy last?
The reality of it was, I was barely surviving on my income and I could not find Marcus. I was desperate. After spending time walking the streets looking for Marcus at places he used to hang out, I decided to get a cup of coffee at a local coffee shop.
It was then that I had completely given up on trying to finding him. Staring at me from across the room was a very intriguing man dressed in blue jeans and a black polo shirt. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He gestured for me to join him at his table, but I declined by shaking my head no. He closed his lips together, then smirked as he looked away into the window. I continued to write down notes on what I needed to do for the day and how I was going to pay my bills from the money that I had left. I suddenly looked up and saw that same man standing in front of me.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Sure," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"I figured if you didn't want to join me at my table I would come to you," he said smiling.
I smiled back.
Chapter Two: The Introduction
It's kind of ironic how I met him, just when I needed a man in my life the most. He wasn’t the most attractive man I had ever met, but he appealed to me. He was intriguing. He was tall, had short dark brown hair, and small mustache. The smell of his cologne was so alluring. His eyes seemed to glisten in the lights which had filled the room. Something about him was very familiar, but yet very mysterious. He smiled intensely into my eyes. A small drop of sweat dripped from his neck then onto his shirt. I thought about how sexy he looked, and how I would love to lick the sweat from his neck if he asked me to.
“How could I be thinking about a stranger like this?” I asked myself trying to grip back into reality. There were some silence, and awkward smiles.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you?” he asked. I shook my head no and was still smiling nervously. He looked like he was my age, in his early 30s. I could tell that he took care of himself. He was very muscular. I continued to study him. He had a small diamond stud earring in his left ear.
I could tell by looking at him that he was a man that was not afraid to take risks, and knew how to “take charge!”
I took two deep breaths trying to maintain my composure.
“Are you alright…I can leave if you like,” he insisted.
“No…I mean yes…I am alright…I am just a little taken back. Here I am in my own world, trying to deal with my situation, and here you are…its not a bad thing…believe me,” I managed to say.
"And here I am," he replied extending out his arms slightly from his sides.
I just nodded.
“Well, if there is anything I can do to help you just let me know,” he said as he sipped once more on his coffee, “Anything,” he said again looking very intense.
“My name is Lorenzo,” he said with a very engaging smile.
“Mine is Jasmine. It’s nice to meet you Lorenzo,” I said extending my hand out to him.
“The pleasure is ALL mine,” he responded grabbing firmly onto my hand.
We sat and drank coffee as we became more acquainted with each other. My eyes began to focus on his full lips and the details of his jaw line, which to me accentuated his masculinity. A blush colored his cheeks as my eyes inspected him. He fascinated me, because I had never really met anyone like him. I guess I always went for the “square types” always believing that was the safe way to go, but look at where being safe left me.
The more we talked, the more attractive he became to me. He had a presence of charm about him that made me want to forget about my situation and just run away with him and indulge in every drop of his existence. I felt a strange connection to him and I could tell he was feeling the same. He extended his hands to mine across the table. Soothed by his touch, I embraced his hands with mine. His hands were so huge, yet warm and comforting. They were all so sweaty, and I loved it!
My mind began to race as I thought about how he would taste. I wanted to taste the sweat from the palms of his hands and fingertips and imprint them onto my tongue ever so deeply. I ran my hands across his hands and saw small patches of hair on his wrist and arms, and that turned me on even more. We spent two hours talking, holding hands and just embracing each others’ presence. It was a long day for both of us. And I needed to go home.
Despite how good he made me feel, I was tire -I wanted to know more about him, but it was time to go home. We continued to talk as Lorenzo walked me to my car.
He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and then wrote his cell phone number on the paper. I ripped off the other side of the paper and wrote my number and handed it to him.
As I searched through my purse for my car keys, I could see Lorenzo was becoming inpatient as he bit down on his bottom lip. Just when I was about to tell him that he did not have to wait for me to find my keys, he pushed me against the door and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt his tongue parting my lips.
I twirled around my tongue in his mouth as he began to suck my tongue then my bottom lip. It was so soft, but sweet. He tasted so good to me.
He grabbed me closer to him as we continued to kiss. And I could feel the bulge in his pants growing more as we kissed. I stood there stunned, but embraced that moment. I did not want that moment to end, but instead, I pulled away from him.
”Wow!” I stammered.
“You taste good,” he said.
I blushed then managed to get inside my car as he watched me drive off.
"I must be crazy!!! I am a married woman!!!” I thought as I drove away in my car. But reality settled in and I reminded myself that I was a married woman whose husband had run off. I was lost in thoughts about Lorenzo.
Once I finally got home I went straight into my room and closed the door behind me. Once in my room, I began to slowly unbutton my blouse.
Starting at the bottom and worked my way up. After fumbling with the last couple of buttons, I rested on my bed and closed my eyes as I softly caressed my nipples and breast. I thought about my meeting today with Lorenzo. I felt connected to him, and I knew that fate brought him into my life for a reason. The phone rang. I wondered if it was Lorenzo.
Still in a moment of self pleasure, I decided to let the call go to the answering machine. It was a message from my employer inquiring about when I would return to work. I suddenly felt an emptiness. I searched through my purse and found Lorenzo’s phone number. I stared at his number wondering if I should call so soon. I then turned and looked at my dresser and stared at Marcus’ picture.
Chapter Three: Never Too Late...
Apparently, I dozed off. It was 12am. I managed to get up from my bed.
"How could I have slept so long?" I thought as I walked around my room. I caught a glimpse of my answering machine, it read five messages.
“ How strange, I never heard the phone ring,” I decided not to check the messages because it was too late at night. My mind was still reeling from the thought of my chance meeting with Lorenzo. I smiled as I remembered the kiss that we shared.
I walked out of my room to check on my girls. My 10 year and my six year old were sleeping peacefully. My oldest Tara made sure she and Hailey, my youngest took a bath and went to bed.
"Have I lost myself? My children are now taking care of themselves because of neglect!" I hadn’t even told them the true reason they didn't see their daddy anymore despite them asking. I didn't have the guts to tell them or anyone the truth. I just told the girls that their daddy was on a business trip. I walked slowly into my room. Just seconds later my phone rang.
"Hello," Lorenzo said.
"Hello…" I responded.
"Is it too late to talk?" he asked.
"Never too late for you…" I responded playfully like a school girl.
There was a short silence…I sighed…and waited anxiously for his response.
"I really need to talk to you. I have been calling you all night," he said.
"About what?" I asked.
"I need to talk to you in person. Can I come over to your place tonight?" he asked.
"Ummm...I…why so late?" I stuttered.
"I just need to see you. That's not a crime. Is it?" he asked.
In my mind, I tried to imagine his sexy lips, and how good they made me feel. To my avail, I agreed that it was fine for him to come to my house in the middle of the night, but I assured myself that NOTHING would happen. (I just had to convince myself of that.)
I stayed on the phone giving him directions as he drove. A part of me was surprised that I was giving directions to a stranger to come to my house in the middle of the night. Thirty minutes later, after giving him directions and other details he finally arrived. I told him not to ring the bell because I did not want him to wake the girls.
I jumped up from my bed, glanced at myself just before I walked out of my room, then walked straight towards the front door where Lorenzo was standing. He had on the same clothing, same blue jeans and black polo shirt. But he still smelled good. One look into his eyes and I was on fire…or shall I say in heat.
I couldn't any longer put my feelings down, I looked him square in the eyes and said, "I have felt a connection to you since we met. But I was too shy to say anything and well, I didn't know how you felt about me."
He stared sternly into my eyes. I felt drained. At that moment, I wondered what he was thinking. His eyes trailed down my body. I was dressed only in my sheer night gown, no panties, and no bra. Maybe, I was just asking for trouble. No words were exchanged. Within a flip of one moment, we were kissing passionately in the doorway.
He smiled and placed his index finger on my lips to shut me up before I could say anything further, then held me in his arms.
I had known him for only one day, but felt so safe in his arms. For those few moments, I felt like I wanted to run away with him, almost as if our souls connected. I though about having a future with him and pictured myself being happy with him. The fantasy and the urge ran through my mind.
He smiled looking down at me as he held me close to him until our lips touched again. I wanted to take him right then and there. The throbbing of his cock pressed hard against my gown. He grabbed my ass pulling me closer into him. He devoured my lips, and I was his for the taking. His lips were softer than I had remembered and his cock pulsed harder and harder against my crotch. His hands wandered down my ass and legs. He slowly pulled up my gown until it was lifted above my waist.
Then I suddenly realized that we were still standing in the doorway. I took his hands and quietly guided him into my bedroom. He locked the door
behind him.
Once we were in my room, I sat on the bed; he followed closely behind me. I relaxed on my bed and gestured for him to follow me. He ran his hands down my thighs, slightly massaging them with his hands. His body was so warm as he rested next to me. My body felt so weak. I melted into his arms. He again ran his hands down my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs, and followed with slight kisses to each thigh with his lips.
I moaned as he continued to kiss my body. My body felt so sensitive to his touch that I began to shiver and squirm uncontrollably. I was nervous, but excited at the same time. He took off the remains of his clothing as I watched. Then sat me up to pull off my gown.
I began to moan as he began to concentrate again on pleasing me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
"Yes." I answered.
I closed my eyes and tightened my legs around him as he entered me. My whole body was in ecstasy. He lifted my ass up as he continued to penetrate me deeply. I was lost. Lost in the moment, and lost for words. His hot sweat felt so good against my skin, and this time I could taste the sweat in my mouth. He tasted so sweet to me.
Subconsciously, I began to moan loudly. He reminded me of the girls in the next room and then silenced me with a kiss. We were both coming close to an orgasm, but I didn't want it to end. That moment was so intense. I bit slightly into his arm with my teeth. He was stunned for a moment but them relaxed and held me again in his arms. The sex was amazing. The afterglow was even better.
I was speechless. I couldn't think. I was still nervous. All I was wondering was what he was thinking.
He smiled at me and asked, "Are you okay?" That's all that was on his mind.
We slept in each others' arms for a few hours. Then he left just before sun rise. I walked him to the front door. He kissed me lightly on my lips just before leaving. I stood in the doorway and watched him drive off.
I had literally made love to a stranger. I still didn't know anything about him, not even what he did for a living. Or even his last name.
Sometimes things are not always the way they seem. If only I knew then what I know now.
Chapter Four: The Offer...
The sun came up. It was a day that I felt so at peace within myself. A day that I did not think about loneliness. And I truly looked forward to starting a new chapter in my life.
I got the girls ready for school. Made them both cereal for breakfast and packed their lunch boxes for lunch then kissed the girls goodbye before they got on the school bus. I remember thinking about the hot night of passion I had with Lorenzo, thinking that it was only a dream. But in fact, it was very real.