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Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica/Romance
Description: Mysti didn't have a clue what her life had been missing when an escape to Mexico took her to Cozumel. She learned things about herself that amazed her. She learned to do things with her body and have things done to her body that she had never known existed and that caused her such unimaginable, piercing pleasure. Her sexuality and sensuality are truly set free. Excerpt: Denise ushered him in and then made a bee line for the bathroom where I heard the shower start up. Daniel was in the process of thanking me for the hospitality when Denise stepped from the bathroom, completely tanned, gorgeous and naked. She announced, "Daniel, Mysti & I thought that we should help you clean yourself. You are such a dirty young man." I chimed in, "So dirty you are." He asked, "If I am so dirty as you say, what does that make you both?" "Benevolently naughty," I said. The word 'benevolent' was lost on him, but he understood 'naughty'. With that, I pulled his shirt over his head as he raised his arms in assistance and surrender. As Denise walked across the room to join me in the stripping of Daniel, I realized that the blinds for the sliding glass doors to the beach were all still open, and that it was still broad daylight out there. Who cares, leave them be. You are not a prude anymore. In fact, make sure the bathroom blinds are open, too.
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [173 KB]
Words: 34179
Reading time: 97-136 min.

Preface

In the Beginning...

I was a geek, quite simply. No, perhaps that's not right. Not enough. I was a horrible unashamed geek. Worse than a nerd because I thought this was the way I was and this was how I had to be. All through high school I was the one in the back of the class who used to know the answers, but didn't answer the question. I couldn't bear the reputation of a "know-it-all." It only took me a half hour to do my homework and I never had to cram for exams. I was a little heavy and I envied the cheerleaders for their figures. Their pride. Their nerve. And most of all, their popularity. The most popular girls always got the attention of their peers and teachers. Naturally, with all that beauty and popularity comes the boys' attention, too.

In college I took a major in English Literature because it was safe. The author wrote what he wrote and that's all there is to that. Unless you have Bill Shakespeare on speed dial, it's your best guess as to what he meant when he wrote, "Farewell Cassius! Farewell..." No matter what any college professor says, it's all just a guess.

My first real boyfriend wasn't until I was a freshman in college and that was Kevin Plummerton, my husband to be. He was a Computer Science major and every bit the geek I was, too. Perhaps even a bit more so. Well, it wasn't until my sophomore year that I finally lost my virginity with Kevin. Shortly after we graduated, we were married. Kevin got a job as a software engineer at a computer firm in Minneapolis, Minnesota. On a lark, he branched off in the very early 90's and started his own website, which struck gold during the "big dot com bubble." In six months, he was worth millions.

Within a year, he started producing his own Company Calendars for publicity. Trying to capitalize on America's insatiable appetite for sex, he sought out and hired many of Playboy Magazine's throw away models, ones who didn't make the cut but were still exceptionally beautiful. It wasn't long before a nineteen-year-old bikini model had him twisted around her little finger. Somehow, she convinced him that she "loved him like no other..." and I was thrown to the curb.

Fortunately, I had kept my job as a proofreader and word processor at a publishing firm during his heydays. So, when our divorce was final, I had a fairly large settlement check, an annual annuity, a monthly stipend and independence with financial security like I had never known. With that, came a new wardrobe and new makeup. It was time for me to start pampering myself. I owed it to myself.

I kept my job but went to part time. I had some Radial Keratotomy surgery and ditched my glasses. I noticed I was gaining some weight, so I joined a gym, signed up for an aerobics class, then a pilates class, then I started swimming with a passion I had never known existed. After only a few weeks, I couldn't believe the transformation that I was witnessing before my very eyes. I was really quite a pretty woman. My figure had returned to that of my high school days. No. It was better than that. I wasn't going to the Olympics anytime soon, but I was no longer uncomfortable changing in the locker room. I could stand as tall in the shower as anybody else now. For now, I was a desirable woman.

I was getting many compliments at work, when all of a sudden, a new hair style later, it seemed as if I had to fight the men off with a stick. It really wasn't just the men, either.

I was standing in an elevator when two other women stepped on board. I nodded my greeting and continued to scan the outline in my hand. I was very much aware that the two women were giving me a very strong 'once over'. I looked up briefly to find that one detested me. I got a feel from her that said she hated me with every fiber of her being. The other one was still looking at me, unashamedly, almost brazenly, she was that attracted to me. This made me feel a new twinge of excitement. Never before had I ever considered looking at another woman.

On a lark, I went to my 25th High School reunion and was shocked to see how differently all the cheerleaders and 'most popular' girls looked now. I enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's revenge when I saw how heavy they all were, how pale they looked, how worn and broken they all appeared. A couple still looked beautiful, in an obsessive sort of way. Botox track-marks and plastic surgery scars were to found among most of these. If I could've had a dollar for every ounce of silicone in these women, I wouldn't need my ex-husband's settlement. I was, without a doubt, the most transformed.

Well, the worm definitely turned. I was no longer 'the ugly duckling'. Nor was I even a beautiful swan. I was far more than that. I was a temptress. A seductress. I was a vixen. I had awakened.

My metamorphoses now complete, I was anxious to take it all for a test drive. Spread my wings and take to flight. I took my first solo vacation. Cozumel, Mexico, here I come!