Authors: Alta Hensley,Carolyn Faulkner
Cimmy indulged herself in a carb overload which she knew she was going to regret later, and secretly hoped that she didn't eat herself out of her clothes while she was here. It was going to be a temptation that was all too great, she could tell. Dessert was a simple apple pie, with very runny ice cream. But it, too, was pure Heaven.
After dinner, she took another long walk around the town, and noticed the same curious reaction she'd had before—where her usually dormant nipples rose and throbbed as she began to indulge herself in one of her favorite fantasies, trying to put herself into this time period as if she could simply will it. But she'd never before had a sexual reaction when she'd done that. Fantasizing about the past had always provided her a nice respite from the tension and stress with which she had lived as a med student, and even before then as she had had to work to maintain the grades necessary to get into medical school in the first place.
The way those achingly alert buds rubbed against her bra surprised her. She was no one's idea of a sex kitten; she'd had the same goal since she'd been a child, and no one—with a penis or without—was going to deter her. Her fellow students had teased her about her life as a nun, but those were the same people who'd fought over her help when it came time to study for exams and eventually boards.
She was a virgin, and in absolutely no hurry to change that state. She'd never met a man she'd felt attracted to—it would have been hard for him to compete with John Wayne, and anyway, Cimmy couldn't imagine a man today even trying to. Pickings were much too easy to have to do that much work just to get laid, and since she had no experience, it probably wasn't worth the effort for her male peers.
One of the few men who had tried to break through her single-minded determination had told her something to the effect of, "You can never tell what you're going to get with a virgin—she might be great, or, more likely, she might dissolve into tears in your arms." Cimmy had watched him shudder at the latter possibility and known she was making the right decision. She didn't need a man, and she most certainly didn't need the distraction. Medical school was hard enough without adding complications to the mix. And, having grown up with a single mother, and watching her bounce from one boyfriend to the next, Cimmy knew for a fact that men were definitely a complication.
But now, for the first time in her life, she wasn't sure what was going on with her body, especially when her nipples remained engorged, chafing with every movement, and awakening parts of her that she was becoming quite sure were better left asleep, especially as she felt more than a drop of wetness dampening her panties. It was a good thing she hadn't bought the open crotch bloomers she'd been looking at before the trip, or there'd be a river running down the inside of her thigh.
She was so bothered by the feelings that were stirring within her and her lack of control over them, that instead of stopping by a social the hotel was sponsoring in the Mark Twain Saloon, she instead made her way up to her room. With a cocktail added to the mix, Cimmy couldn't trust herself. One night stands were not going to become her style.
As she undressed in the glowing lamplight, she caught her reflection in the mirror and was taken by it, somehow. Her body had always been no more than that to her—a way of getting her brain to places where it could learn and absorb as much as it could—but somehow something seemed different, perhaps because of her surroundings. She'd never seen herself in such soft light, almost more shadow than anything else.
Her breasts felt swollen and tender, eager to be free of the confines of her bra. She watched herself reach behind and undo the clasps, then let it fall to the floor at her feet. She stared, mesmerized, as the naked mounds rose and fell with breathing that was becoming more and more ragged. She would have sworn they were growing in size under her gaze; the tips straining as if they were still bound by restrictive cotton, seeking something, anything, to soothe them.
As she bit her lip, her hands rose of their own volition to cup herself, her palms filled to overflowing as her fingers sought those tender bits, pinching, tugging, pulling as a lover would, doing things to herself, touching herself in a manner she had never needed—or wanted—to do before.
When she looked at her reflection, she saw a woman she didn't really know. Her features were softened in the light, her honey-blonde hair flowing down her back, rather than scraped into a ponytail so it would stay out of her eyes. She looked… not quite rubenesque, but womanly through and through. Shadows pointed out her more obviously feminine features, curving lovingly around the hands that held her breasts, slimming a waist that wasn't quite fat but not as toned as it should be from eating on the run and never exercising, and shrouding the delta between her thighs modestly while playing up the rounded curves of her hips and thighs.
Her hands wandered to that juncture between her legs, gathering up the gown in one hand and pushing aside the crotch of her panties with the other until she could sink her fingers between those soft, feminine folds and caress the half-engorged button she found there until she was close… so, so close.
But then she heard a voice from downstairs, and the spell was abruptly broken. Suddenly she realized how stupid she must look, standing there in front of the mirror, feeling herself up. So she turned away and finished undressing.
Cimmy had gone the whole hog when Eva had given her this present and she'd known she was coming here, buying something that was as far from the sexy self she'd just discovered as possible; a chin high, toe length, granny-style nightgown. She hadn't gone as far as buying the mobcap that went with it, however, because this was, after all, Arizona. Even in the fall, triple digit temperatures weren't unusual.
Cimmy liked how she felt in the gown. Not in the same way as she'd just discovered she liked touching herself, but in a soul satisfying manner that had her turning up the air conditioning—one of the hotel's few concessions to modernity that Cimmy alternately castigated and praised them for in her mind—and diving under the covers, pulling that pretty quilt all the way up under her chin and rolling onto her side, hoping that sleep would claim her quickly.
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Traditional Change
Poppa's Progeny
In the Palace of Lazar – Harem: Book One
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Of Yesterday
Captured by Time (with Carolyn Faulkner)
The Slave Huntsman
Enrolling Little Etta (with Allison West)
The Nanny (with Allison West)
A New Forever (with Carolyn Faulkner
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Coming to Terms
Milestones
Confessions of a Spanking Author
The words “spanking” and “discipline” have always sent a shiver up Carolyn Faulkner's spine.
She knows she's not alone.
Writing started as a way to explore her feelings. Soon short stories flowed from her pen featuring reluctant heroes taking the leading lady in hand, but always for her own good.
Today Carolyn is the author of dozens of books. She writes from her home in Maine, where she lives with her husband and leading man.
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http://www.blushingbooks.com/blog/?p=175
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Etta’s Surrender
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Make Me
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