Prologue
I grew up in an extremely religious home. So, sex was a topic that was considered taboo to speak of. Unfortunately for me, everything about sex excited me. I couldn't get enough of it.
I discovered sexual pleasure at approximately age six. I was bathing and that's when I noticed something between my legs. I knew it was a private part, because my mother always chided me about cleaning, but I never really bothered with it before.
I was suddenly curious about it and what it did. I knew it was used for bathroom purposes, but was there more to it? While my mother was out of the bathroom, I took a bit of a closer look. The folds were hiding more pink folds.
I didn't have time to really examine it properly because my mother came back into the bathroom. I didn't know why I suddenly felt embarrassed because my mother was back.
Later that night when it was time for bed I decided to explore more of myself. I discovered pleasure from this little thing between my legs. It was felt really good. I wasn't sure why I had it, all I knew is that I liked it.
As I grew older, I realized what it was between my legs. Through sneaky research and public school, I discovered why everything was there. My parents refused to allow me to go through the sexual education course in school. They preferred to keep everything hush-hush.
The worst moment of my life was when I was ten and my mother walked in on me masturbating. That night, I received extreme punishment, including a spanking and my door being taken away. After that, there wasn't a moment where I had privacy long enough to masturbate. Life in my house because utterly boring.
My mother's reasoning for why I was turning to such inappropriate things for entertainment was because I didn't hang out with my friends enough. So, through her selection from the church, I was now set up on several slumber parties and what not with friends of her approval.
I had always been somewhat of a quiet, shy child. So being forced to hang out with girls I didn't really know was a nightmare.
That was until I was forced to sleepover at Angela's house, an equally quiet girl who was the daughter of the pastor at our church. That night after everyone had gone to bed and I was laying awake staring at the ceiling, Angela had peeked over to see if I was still awake.
I looked up at her, surprised that she wasn't asleep yet.
"So, do you know anything about… you know, down there?" She asked.
"A little bit."
"Have you ever touched yourself?"
I blushed, "Sometimes. But, not anymore lately."
"Why?"
"My parents found out and got really mad."
"Oh," she frowned, "Jessica and Laruen showed me something really cool. Do you want me to show you?"
I sat up in my sleeping bag as she turned on her bedside lamp. She got up and locked her door then sat in front of me on the sleeping bag.
"You can't tell anyone," She said, her eyes wide.
"I won't."
"No, like you can't mention it to anyone. Jessica and Laruen swore me to secrecy. And I'm swearing you to secrecy. You can't ever tell."
I nodded, "I won't. I promise."
"Okay," she lifted her dress over her pants then slid her underwear down. A little spark of excitement ran down my stomach, "Take off your clothes."
I took my pajamas off; the feeling of being naked in front of another person was exciting. I was wondering what she was going to do now.
Angela moved closer to me and began to kiss me like I've seen people do. I was a little stunned at first but, then I fell into a good rhythm with her. Soon after we started some of the wetness I used to get when I masturbated in my room.
She leaned away from me, both of our faces flushed as we panted.
"Lay back," She said.
I did as she asked, watching her every move. She gently pushed my legs apart, moving between them and staring at my private part. I wondered what she was going to do.
She began licking it, I was again shocked but, it felt so good I didn't let the feeling of being shocked overwhelm me. Soon, my body was shaking, and I felt overwhelming pleasure, like I did when I masturbated.
My private part started to burn after a moment, and I gently pushed her head away. When she was done, she instructed me to do it to her.
It was amazing. I would always remember that moment and Angela who introduced me to the amazing pleasures that could be given to me by another person.
After our sleepover, I begged my mother to go back to Angela's house. She was now my best friend and my mother was very pleased. Angela and I became great friends up until high school, then she didn't want anything to do with me because she wanted to be in with the cool crowd and I just wasn't cool crowd material.
Two months before I turned eighteen, my parents died in a car accident. It was sad, but, I wasn't to distraught about being alone now. My parents and I were never really close, so, their passing away didn't affect me like it should.
When I found out I would have to go into the foster care system or be placed with a local family until I was eighteen, I bolted. I had never wanted to live in Forks my entire life. I always wanted to explore the world around me.
I found my place in Seattle. It was hard at first, but, I managed. I was able to get a small room at a shady motel and I found a job in a coffeeshop. I was getting by. My life changed on one October day when Mr. X walked into the coffeeshop.
He sauntered in, wearing an expensive suit. I bit my lip as I watched him walk to the counter. His eyes were dark blue and intense. His voice was deep when he ordered his black coffee. As I made it, he intensely watched me.
When I finished, he smiled widely at me and gave me a ten as a tip as well as his business card. He winked and told me that if I ever wanted to 'explore,' that I should call him.
I kept his card, debating for an entire week if I should call him. Eventually, I did. It was the best decision I had ever made. He showed me a world of pure pleasure. A world in which I wanted a part of.
Mr. X helped me establish myself, get my name out to the right people. Not only did he help me become established, but he also set me up in a better apartment and helped me become independent.
I owe a lot to Mr. X and to this day he's remained a great friend and mentor to me. I was the first person that Mr. X ever helped; he told me that he saw something in me and believed I could be great.
I'd never thought I'd be doing something that I absolutely loved. I was a whore, a prostitute, a hooker.
Not one that stood on the street corner in trashy clothing hoping men would show up for a twenty-dollar blowjob, but one that had exclusive, rich clients. One that wore expensive clothing, went out to shows with clients, was taken travelling to exotic places and was treated as a lady.
I loved it. I knew others would look down at me for it, but, I didn't care. I was proud of who I was and what I was doing. I thoroughly enjoyed sex. I loved sex. There was nothing wrong with it.
My life was perfect. I had a beautiful townhome, a nice car, and an amazing life. I couldn't ask for a better one. Well, that's what I knew until Edward appeared and turned my world upside down.
I had written and posted this story a long time ago, and I was super excited for it until my last laptop crashed and I lost all the work I had done to it. So, at that time I had abandoned it and taken it down. But, I always wanted to rewrite and repost it. Well, I've finally done it, I've started rewriting it and I am going to post it here! I don't intend it to be a very long story, but, we'll see where it takes us. I hope you all enjoy and are ready for some hardcore sex.
This story is for those who enjoy sexual endeavors and a little drama and a little romance. Trust me, it's probably going to get offensive, but, if there are any 'intense,' scenes coming up that may possible trigger someone, then I'll give a warning before the scene begins that way no one is thrown off guard. But, please remember this is just a story and I am a very graphic writer. Steph Myers owns everything! I just borrow her characters and torture them a bit. I hope you all enjoy and make sure you leave a little review!
