Sara’s Undoing

Awakenings: Chapter one

Looking into the mirror, I don't even recognize the person looking back at me. My Long dark hair flows down my my back. I hardly ever wear makeup.

Tina told me this morning,— while standing in front of her closet, “Go heavy on the eye makeup tonight.” As she pulled out this little piece of scrap, she called a dress and tossed it at me. “Girl, smokey eyes are always best for a night out, and you can never go wrong with this little black number. Tight, shows off the girls.”

I stared in disbelief, “You can’t possibly expect me to go naked?”

“Nonsense, You’ll be the hit of the party. Trust me!” This will be perfect for your figure. Just alluring enough to bait the hook.” She winks and nudges me. Her sly smile always gets me; — and then she hands me, shoes?

“Stilettos!—I won’t even be able to walk in these things. Plus these are not shoes or heels these damn things should be on a stripper.”

“Damn girl,— think about how these babies will make you taller and enhance the shape of your legs. Men will start at the heels and gaze upward following the lines of your beautiful calves, leading all the way to that luscious ass of yours,—— entranced as you walk. Girl they’ll be falling over themselves like week old pups gnawin’ for a teat!” —— Oh!— And get a Brazilian!”

“Why, in the hell, would I do that. “Nobody’s going to be see my naughty bits.”

“It’s not about what they’ll see, It’s about how you feel. The whole package. You’ll know — they’ll be chompin’ the bit for a piece of you!”

There’ no way I would even… “You might wax — and like that pain! But some of us prefer to go all-natural.”

“Baby, pain is a small price, to feel good. You need to go all out. No holes barred!”—GET the Brazilian, You’ve got to have a runway to open the possibilities. And no hose. You have Legs. Don’t mask um. You’re going to be showin’ them the whole package tonight.”

She could see I was begging to back out. She gives me that look; — Mother Lecture?— Come on! She even goes all, “Sweetheart...” on me. “...You never go anywhere. You stay in this house all the time. It's not healthy watching Netflix all day. — And bringing your work home? Go out, have fun, meet new people. For heaven's sake, you are only twenty five. I swear, — sometimes you act like my grandmother. Plus, — the tickets are nonrefundable. I'm clearly sick and can't go, so you have to do this for me.”

What a morning as I reflect back shaking my head. And now — the image in the full length mirror? I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I blot away some excess lip gloss; because you know, “with smokey eyes you have to have slutty-red lips.” I finish touching up my makeup and hair.

Damn, this dress is short, I shift while staring in the mirror, feeling the fabric caressing my skin. It’s thin lines concealing practically nothing.

“What did that girl talk me into?”

I can envision the Dinner Exposé in tomorrow's headlines, — “The Unveiling,”— Young woman flashes the crowd with a garment malfunction. Entree served,— tender white breasts, with a dash of blush... “Damn!”

I try pulling at this skimpy little thing she calls a dress up in the front and down in the back. "Ugh, This is useless." Turning to get a good look at the curvature this mini magnifies.

“Hum,” Tina was right, “My ass does look hot in her little dress.” I pause, I’m not really going to go through with this….—— “Am I?”

How in the Hell did I let Tina talk me into this? “This is foolish,” Nothing good could possibly come from me going to this stupid party.

I look up at myself and realize, “I'm talking myself out of going.”

I grab my keys, before I end up changing my mind,— and my clothes. “Good grief,” I feel silly in this dress. The wind hits me just right making me very aware that I am half naked, very bare, very moist, and very very sensitive in the nether regions.

“I work in a publishing office for Christ’s sakes!” Most of my clothes are dress casual. I try to keep it as comfy as possible while looking nice, but nothing like this tight provocative piece of coverage. Currently growing shorter and shorter. “Shit!” Can this even be classified as clothes?

I have a medium frame, and I am rather short. Most dresses are long on me. I take one last glance in the mirror. What was Tina thinking? “Entirely too much skin.” This mini and top screams, “fuck me!” I can’t go out like this.

“Shit!” if I back out now? I’ll never hear the end of it.

Tina’s words keep playing back in my mind like a rolodex-DING. “You are a young beautiful Vixen. Live dangerous if only for a night.”

I get into my rusty old Camaro and my ass is sticking to the leather seats. This little piece of fabric is riding up again. I grab the ticket from the visor and glance at it. It reminds me of “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory.”

Holy shit! I look twice just to make sure. Yep, in big bold print, “Sara Johnson.”

That bitch new all along. "Sick my Ass."

Just wait until I talk to her. Tricky Tricky.

“All of this for a damn dinner party?”

I pull up to the drive and check the ticket once again to make sure I am at the right location. A man is standing there. I assume to open and close the gate. I roll down my window and he instructs me where to park. “Hi ma'am follow the drive up, park right behind the last car you see.” I give a quick nod and head up the drive.

I get out of my car and just stand there. “Holy Hell!” This is a freaking mansion. When I was pulling in I didn't notice how big this place was due to all the big trees surrounding the property. I take a deep breath and exhale. HELL, I'm nervous already and I haven’t even made it inside.

The outside of the house is all brick. It looks like “Dracula’s” castle. Several towers with high peaks rest on both sides. It has everything but the moats.

They have to have someone working on these bushing. “Seriously,” I have no idea what any of these plants are. I would like to think I have somewhat of a green thumb.

My phone rings the tune I have set up for Tina “Girls just wanna have fun.” I answer right away. She has some major explaining to do. “You bitch, you had this all planned out. My name, in big bold print on this damn ticket. I knew you weren't sick.” Tina giggles letting me know my suspicion is correct. “Our you there yet?” I sarcastically tell her, “Yes, but I'm in the drive.” Letting her know I can still back out of this. Tina gives me some lame excuse “I had to lie to you. You would have never went otherwise. I'm just making sure you didn't back out. Now get your sexy ass in there and live a little.” I tell her “You are off the hook for now, but if I have to listen to anyone chewing loud I am kicking your ass.” I end the call abruptly letting her know I'm a little pissed about her deception.

I look up and see a very handsome well built butler. I notice he has a military buzz cut. "Who wears their hair like that anymore.?" It's kind of a light bright brown color, but not quite blonde. Our eyes meet, I feel his piercing gaze burning right through me as if he can see me,----as if he can see my soul.”

He is wearing a tailored suit that fits perfect."What is it about a man in a suit?” He looks dark and mysterious, as if he could work for the CIA instead of a butler. “This way madam.” He bows and waits for me to come in. “May I have your ticket miss?” The ticket looks so little in his masculine hands. He enunciate each word with an accent I can't quit place.

“Also before you join the others I need to place a name tag. Women, men, or both?”

I find this an odd question, but don't think too much of it. Probably just seating arrangements. I fill out my name tag and tell him, “Either one is fine with me.”

He gives a wink with a smirks then pulls out a red ribbon and pins it to my name tag.

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Teaser

“Baby, pain is a small price, to feel good. You need to go all out. No holes barred!”—Get the Brazilian. You've got to have a runway to open the possibilities.”

“Changes”

Sara’s undoing

Reserved Sara Johnson finds herself entering a torrid new world through influence of a close friend that unveils the depths of a secret longing held restrained.

Sara finds herself falling for a man. A man who is perfect in her eyes, but he only has one little problem. He is a swinger.

She finds herself going to several of his parties. This new lifestyle creates fear of exposure to family and work associates, yet the excitement and danger push her forward on her new path.

Torn between two worlds, past and present. Her roots, and her new exciting life. Will she follow Calvin down this road of sexual excitement or will the need to be his one and only push him away? Will she choose the paths of the past?

She strives to come to terms with the challenges and the consequences of what this holds for her future.

Changes” probes the fears and anxiety we deal with as we step off one course onto a new path and the trials we face. Do we let life pass us by or do we grab hold to see where it leads?

Sara’s Undoing will interest the eye of any adult who likes reading erotica with a bit of kink, and light bondage. A rated R, adult read. It's a good fit because it will bring light to anyone's sexual desires. A read estimated of 100,000 words will entrance any of the erotica readers with the unknown lifestyle Sara has found herself in. It will keep readers wondering what choices she will make. They will have a glimpse of the lifestyle and the struggles that are endured through having a polyamorous relationship.

About me.

My name Jessica . You may call me Scooby. I'm a thirty five year old mother of two. My children are my life and will always be my greatest accomplishment. I've been married to my best friend for thirteen years. We do almost everything together, hunting, fishing, shooting our bows. I love water, there is something about water that calms me.A few years in college as put me working at a small hospital in Indiana in labor and delivery. I only work three days a week. The rest of my time is spent writing, reading, and hanging out with my family. I try to live life with no regrets none of us our guaranteed a tomorrow so why not make today the best.

I've never really considered myself a writer, but I have a very vivid imagination which leads to me writing great stories. I mostly write erotica, but I also find myself writing paranormal-- werewolves, and vampires stories. With the help of an amazing new friend, here I am putting my imagination out there for all to experience. Touching other souls with my words.