Read The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World Online

Authors: Kendall Swan

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The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World

 

 

Sexual Memoir of Emma
#1:

A Whole New World

Erotic Fiction by

Kendall Swan

Smashwords
Edition

Romantic Words Publishing,
LLC

[email protected]

 

This book is a work of
fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination, or have been used
fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead,
locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

 

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Copyright © 2009 by Kendall
Swan

Cover Art © 2009 Romantic
Words Publishing, LLC

 

Also by Kendall
Swan

Grand Pleasure Station:
Exposed! (Feature Article Series) (New Erotic Fiction)

NAKED Neighbor

NAKED Restaurant
Critic

NAKED
Housecleaning

NAKED Parent Teacher
Conference

NAKED Cheerleader and other
Stories

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Emma couldn’t tell in her
dream state whose finger was touching her. She felt it slowly
making its way up her warm body. She felt the sensation--first
around her manicured toes then slowly up her toned and tan calf.
The light touch of it made her skin flash with a desire for more.
Heat rose between her legs. The finger slowly moved up her inner
thigh causing her nipples to pebble on her breasts. She could feel
a small trickle of wetness leak in anticipation. The feel of the
silky soft 1,000 thread count sheets she indulged in against her
smooth skin only heightened her pleasure. In her half-asleep state,
she wasn’t aware that the finger and sensations were being created
by her own mind, but she was enjoying it. Who would be touching
her, she thought sleepily? The finger was moving more slowly now,
taking its time. It hovered and lightly brushed her small mound,
softly grazing her bud.

 

Her skin was alive and her
sex was wet in anticipation. Emma’s hips had slowly started moving
up and down. But what was she anticipating? The imaginary finger
massaging her lips? That would be nice and get her wet but
unfortunately fingers, or a tongue for that matter, could never
bring her to orgasm. She needed a big cock.

 

All of this sensation she
was feeling, the finger teasing her, it waking up her peaceful
body—it all built her up so she could be taken over and over. Her
mind had morphed the finger into a huge, red, gleaming cock. She
needed to feel the engorged tip hit her deepest soft walls. She
needed to squeeze it further inside of her as she got closer to her
moment of ecstasy. Her body heated up as she waited impatiently for
the tip of this large cock she was dreaming about to reach her
entrance, to graze the lips of her sex. Her eyelids slowly
fluttered open to find out how much longer she would have to
wait.

 

No one was there. She
blinked her eyes a couple of times and confirmed that, indeed, she
was alone in her bed. She had been dreaming, again. Frustration
slightly dulled her aroused state. She lay in bed wondering how
long her forced celibacy would last. She had been out of school and
in her first official job for over six months now and had only made
due with her two trusty vibrators during that time.

 

She knew she could get a
hookup if she wanted but she had done that for much of her sexual
life. She wanted a boyfriend who would love her and listen to her.
She had had that in high school but with only mediocre sex to go
with it. She was starting to think, based on her experiences thus
far, that hot sex and a committed relationship were mutually
exclusive. The only way she would be able to have a loving
boyfriend would be to give up amazing, ‘push everything from her
mind except for his cock’ sex. The only time she had those mind
blowing sexual experiences were with hookups, friends with
benefits, or affairs.

 

The problem was her
appetite. She was very comfortable with her body. And she loved
exploring people, fully. Now, though, she needed love. And hot
sex.

 

Emma could see streams of
orange and pink beginning to light up the darkened sky. Her clock
read 5:45. Slowly she sat up in her bed, feeling the residual
wetness from her dream touch the skin of her thighs. “Why?” she
thought. “Why can’t I meet a guy who is hot and commitment-worthy?
And can fuck me like no other?”

 

She slid out of bed and
plodded to her bathroom to get ready to head to the gym and then to
work. She was an administrative assistant at a law firm in downtown
Dallas. She had been thinking about going to law school but wanted
to see firsthand what the life of a lawyer was like. She figured at
twenty three she still had some time to go slow and not jump into
anything career-wise.

 

She grabbed some pink
panties from the small drawer in her decorative dresser she had put
in her bathroom. She had taken to sleeping in the nude now that she
didn’t have roommates anymore. Although she could have slept nude
back then since they always ended up having sex in some form or
another.

 

Emma glanced at herself in
the mirror. At 5’8’’ she was taller than most women. She was sexy
and young with smooth skin and full c-cups that had small pink
nipples. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Her high
cheekbones and full lips made it easy for her to look innocent or
sexy. Her waist was very small and she had nice hips to compliment
it. Her entire body was a sexy mix of muscle and
softness.

 

While she washed her face
and brushed her teeth and hair, images of the sex she had in
college back in New York City kept popping into her head. Some of
it was honorable, some of it not so much. But it had all been fun.
She then remembered the memoir, her sexual memoir. Her clit buzzed
at the thought of it.

 

She had to write it as an
assignment for her Sexual Diversity in Society class. The exercise
of writing about one’s sexual history was supposed to help the
student be more open and accepting of their sexuality, whatever
type it might be. The assignment was to write down as many
meaningful sexual encounters as one could remember, regardless of
whether they occurred in a relationship, as one night stands, or
with oneself. She had the best time writing it and her college
friends kept making fun of the fact that she had gotten an A in the
course.

 

She went to her trunk of old
college stuff she had kept and found the notebook. She flipped
through it quickly and decided against traveling down memory lane
right at that moment. She had to meet her friend, Brooke, at the
gym before work and would need to hurry to make it in time for
their favorite spinning class. Brooke was another assistant at the
law firm. She was a couple of years older and had taken Emma under
her wing. They got along famously and Emma was grateful to have her
as a friend.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

When Emma arrived at the
gym, the smell of cleaner mixed with the faint smell of sweat
reached her nose. The state of the art lighting, shiny workout
machines, and beautiful people gave a very hip feel to the place.
Emma rushed to the spinning room and saw the spinning class had
already started and there were no bikes available. Her friend,
Brooke, spotted Emma from one of the bikes and waved. Emma waved
back.

 

She looked forward to
working out with Brooke. This was the first time she had ever been
late for a shared workout. She was disappointed, but perhaps it was
for the best. She was still a little turned on from this morning
with her dream and the sexual memoir. The bike seat would have just
rubbed her clit even more throughout the workout, driving her
crazy. Instead, she headed to the treadmills to get in a
run.

 

She propped her leg up on
the rail of the treadmill to stretch like she used to in ballet
class as a child. She looked around nervously as she did this. Emma
always thought this stretch position was like showing her sex lips
to the world. She had normal running shorts on but she couldn’t
escape the feeling that someone could somehow see through her
shorts to her pussy and know all the things she was willing to do
with it. She thought of the sexual memoir again. She would have to
look at it tonight, she thought. She stretched her other leg--again
looking around with paranoia as she did so. So far, she had not
noticed anyone explicitly checking her out as she stretched.
Maybe you want to be noticed.
The thought, surprising as it was, excited her.

 

As she began her run she saw
all of the other people around the gym working hard to maintain
their bodies just as she was. Most of them were doing this with
headphones or ear buds, not wanting or willing to make a new
connection while working out. This was frustrating for Emma. She
had wanted to make friends outside of work since moving back to
Dallas after college and found it difficult. College was so social.
She thought of herself as somewhat outgoing. But she still hadn’t
worked up enough courage to make a new friend at the
gym.

 

The first mile was always
the hardest so Emma would concentrate on the other people in the
gym to avoid concentrating on the pain as her body got revved up
before the runner’s high kicked in. Her eyes scanned the early
morning crowd and saw many of the usuals. There were the gym rats
at the weights section who would work out all day if they didn’t
have to bother with a pesky job. They were a little too obsessed
with their looks for Emma to find them sexy. The spin class was
full of mostly young attractive professional women like Emma and
Brooke who wore all kinds of colorful lycra, spandex, and cotton.
She subtly scanned the other treadmills near her and locked eyes
with a smoldering runner four treadmills over from hers.

 

She immediately looked away
embarrassed. How long had he been watching her check everyone out.
Her paranoia about her pussy lips came back to her and she could
feel the heat rising to her face and between her legs. Drops of
sweat immediately began dripping on her entire body causing her to
look like she had been running five miles instead of just
one.

 

She ventured a quick glance
to see if he was still watching her and saw a grin on his face as
she met his eyes again. This time he looked down before she could.
He was still grinning as he looked at his feet while running. Emma
took in the shape of his body since she didn’t have to answer to
his stare anymore.

 

He had light brown hair and
a nice tan. He looked tall, maybe 6’2’’. His body was lean with
smooth, hard muscles. He had broad shoulders and a small tattoo she
couldn’t make out on his bicep. She could tell by the ease with
which he ran that he was not a new runner. He looked a few years
older than Emma, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Why had she
not seen him here before? Was he a new member?

 

She noticed the light brown
hair on his muscular legs and found herself wondering about the
hair on the rest of his body. Did he have a happy trail and what
would it look like? She imagined there wouldn’t be much hair on his
defined abs, only a small amount around his belly button. Below
that there would be a very fine line of light brown hair leading to
his penis, which, of course, was huge and hard in her mind’s
eye.

 

Suddenly, the image of
herself naked and bent over on the treadmill with his huge cock
about to enter her wet pussy flashed in her mind. She was seeing it
as though she was a third person watching herself about to be taken
by this mystery man. She could see her lean and tan body, her hands
holding onto the front monitor. Her blonde hair was splayed across
her back. Her hard nipples were pointing down as her ample breasts
swung slightly. Her legs were spread revealing her labia lips
sparkling from her juices coming out. He grabbed her hips and his
tip was touching her lips now. She could see the sinewy muscles in
his legs flex has she shifted his weight. She reached down between
her legs with one hand and began slowly rubbing her clit. He rubbed
his hand down her back. The touch of his hand was soft and sure at
the same time. He then grabbed her hips again as if he was
preparing to enter her in earnest.

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