The Education of Taylor (The Erotic Diary of a Beverly Hills Woman Book 1)

by Rev Mel

  The Erotic Diary Of A Beverly Hills Woman

  The Education of Taylor

  Rev Mel

  The Erotic Diary Of A Beverly Hills Woman

  Copyright © 2017 by TSR Publishing

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  All Characters depicted in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters in this fictional writing are consenting adults created by the imagination of the writer of this fictional work.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1- Introduction

  Chapter 2 - The Art Gallery

  Chapter 3- The Telephone Booth

  Chapter 4- The Barber Shop

  Chapter 5- The Construction Dom

  Chapter 6- The Academy Awards Party

  Chapter 7- Bel Air

  Chapter 8- Ménage à Trois

  Chapter 9- The Wind Over the Canyon

  Chapter 10-The Miramar

  Chapter 11-The Girl-Bar

  Chapter 12- Flash Back

  Chapter 13- Zak, My Trainer

  Chapter 14- The Belly Dancer

  Chapter 15- The Dungeon

  Chapter 16- Life on a Harley

  Chapter 17- The Pool Girl

  Chapter 18- Turn The Tables

  About The Author

  Chapter 1- Introduction

  I am accustomed to the privileged life -- Growing up in a life of lavishness, my summers were spent in the Hampton and winters in some far-off ski resort. With training from some of the most refined finishing schools of my time, I think I learned that dreams are made of or I thought?

  Even at an early age, I never really felt like I belonged, as though I was caught between two different worlds. One was a world of power and money, another full of dreams and untamable desires. With the public eye always prying, I learned how to manipulate the public into believing what I wanted them to know while hiding all traces of my secret life behind closed doors. Oh, what secrets that I held inside my mind. I knew who did what and when in this fair city of Beverly Hills.

  Being an heiress of a successful newspaper tycoon, I had a first-eyed glimpse of the power within the media. I had a very close relationship with my father, who treated me like the son that he never had. A family name that was passed onto many generations and given to me the day I was born.

  My dad was hoping for a boy to carry on the family name. I was supposed to be a boy and how shocked my mother was when they announced I was a girl. I have been told that my mother handed me over to my father and said you name her. So on the day, I was born I was named Taylor Sullivan after my father. I was like a son that he dreamed about having. Being strong-willed and determined to achieve I followed in his footsteps, even graduated from U.C.L.A with top honors.

  He was grooming me to take over his place in his empire that he built with blood, sweat, and tears. With the hope that when he would retire I would take over and run his company. I loved working at Los Angeles branch newspaper and watching the pages be printed on the paper as they moved through the printing press. Just the sounds of the machines and the smell of the ink in the plant showed me that I was my father’s daughter as I would spend hours asking questions all day long to his workers. I wanted to be at the newspaper plant more than going to the mall with my friends. My relationship with my father had set forth the blueprint for relationships with men in the years to come. It was with his insight that I learned how to think like a man, yet still behave like a swan.

  Two days after graduation my father was walking across Wilshire and Santa Monica going to a meeting at the Hilton Hotel just ways from his office and he was on the phone talking. Sadly, a car turned and did not see my father and I lost him forever that day. He was my mentor, my friend and he believes in me. I was heartbroken and lost. I did not want to leave the house or see friends I could not believe that he was gone and with that, he took a huge part of me. I think that a big part of me died that day.

  When his will was read I was shocked to find that I became the rightful heir to his multi-billion-dollar publishing company. I was far too young for this, I wanted to go out do what young people do after graduation. I just wanted to have fun and let off some steam after graduating. I wanted to just have him back and feel him touch my shoulder and tell me everything will be OK.

  I knew someday that I was to take over the company because I loved it as much as my father but this was too soon. I was not ready for all of the responsibility. I could hear his voice in my ear the day they read the will, it's OK Taylor, your ready after all you’re my girl. Tears came to my eyes as I listen to the will being read.

  Mother was livid and wanted to contest the will but if she did she would lose everything my father made sure of it. Her and my father have been sleeping in separate beds for many years and they both had their outside interest and only stayed married to keep up appearance like so many other couples here in Beverly Hills.

  Mother was beautiful and lit up a room when she walking in and everyone would turn to look at her like she was a movie star. To the outside world she was kind and loving and behind closed doors, she was her real self and that was sad and spiteful. No one ever saw this side of her except my father, Kathryn my sister and me. We knew to just walk away and let her have her way if not we would feel the raft of her anger or see her go into one of her deep depressions that took weeks to get her out of.

  She was a strong, demanding woman that was jealous of my relationship with her husband my father. She was cold and overpowering to me, and warm and gentle with Kathryn, my sister. They both knew that I was daddy’s little girl and Kathryn was mothers pride and joy. I struggled with her right up to her death about two years after my father died. Mother was losing weight and tired all the time and Kathryn and I told her that she needs to go and find out why. She hated going to the doctors and when she found out that she was ill it was too late for treatment.

  She had cancer and it was at stage 4 when they found it. On her death bed, she told me that she admires me and was proud of me for taking over father’s position in the company. This was the first time in my life that she said something nice to me. Her comment really screws me up as now how could I be angry at her. I felt guilty for hating her so much but I just could not understand why she was so mean to me when I was growing up. I know she had her demons and she had her reasons but still to this day I never understood it. I work hard to forgive her and forgive myself for hating her. I just wanted her to love me like my sister Kathryn while she was alive. She was never there for me and I was not pretty enough or feminine enough. She did not sign up for having a tomboy as a daughter. I could not be what she wanted me to be I had to be me. I was my dad clean and throughout.

  What my mother never saw was that I looked just like her and maybe she hated herself. I never understood what I did wrong? I felt lost after her death and went into therapy to try to understand what I was feeling. I learned that my mother was a tortured soul and was dealing with her own personal problems that had nothing to do with me. I had to learn to love myself after her passing and to forgive her. I was alone except for my sister but she had plans
of her own.

  After my mother’s death, Kathryn, her husband, and son moved to New York to escape the social pressures of Beverly Hills and I was left to handle all of our parents’ wealth and social standing. I had to make sure that the family name stayed intact and had to watch my P’s and Q’s when out in public but I was still so very young. This was all so unreal to me and I had no one to turn to for help. My father’s partners were not happy with me taking over the company and his lawyers were of no help and expected me to just sit back and let them run the company.

  I felt that I was not prepared for this and I needed to have a life of my own. Thinking back I never had a normal childhood and was not sure on how to deal with all of this. My parents had me kept me in an all-girls’ schools all the way from elementary to high school and we had a driver that would take us back and forth to school. I was not very wild growing up as I spent most weekends at my father’s newspaper. So what did I really know about the world and how would I cope to all of this.

  I went to U.C.L.A after I graduated from high school and still lived at home with my parents. I watch how dysfunction their relationship was and I vowed to myself that I would never marry and live such a lonely life like them. I knew I needed to get out and discover things on my own. At U.C.L.A. I was able to get a little more independent from my family and got to see what the real world was like. It was like a light bulb gone off in my head and I needed to experience more and more how real people live.

  In my first year of going to college, my sorority had a big party and I meet someone at the party. In walked this very tall young man with a smile that could melt an iceberg named Thomas. I decided I was going to have sex with him if it killed me. I lost my virginity to him after dating him for a month or so. He was a U.C.L.A. basketball player like I said very tall and not so smart. He was a great player on the court but not off the court. Our sex life was not so hot because probably we were both virgins did not know much about sex. Sex with him was really uneventful and I thought of a song my mother liked called “Is that all There Is” by Peggy Lee, a friend of my mother’s before she was married to my father. He was two years ahead of me so in my second year we parted ways because he was going off to play pro ball for some mid-west basketball team.

  I could not get that song out of my head so I started reading as many books on sex that I could find. I was in shock on how many different positions there were and all the different ways you could have sex. I did know one thing and that I had a huge sexual surge that needed to be set free and masturbating wasn’t doing it.

  The met Flash while working on the Daily Bruin student newspaper. He was a writer and I was the editor and we had a lot in common. The Daily Bruin was a perfect fit for me, after all, I was my father’s daughter. Flash and I would spend countless hours working on the newspaper and then one night it was late and he took me home. My parents were gone to Paris and we had the house to ourselves. He took his time with me and it was the first time that I experience and orgasm.

  He rocked my soul and world. I wanted to be with him forever but we both knew we were going after two different things. Our life was so different from each other and he wanted a comment and I was not ready to give that. Watching my parent’s marriage and seeing how they lead different lives I knew that would happen to Flash and I. I had too much to learn about life and get out and find myself. Deep down inside I knew that he and I would some day we grow apart so I ended it. We were friends first so we went back to friends with benefits.

  He was always the artsy kind of guy that made me laugh and I was more of a quiet shy kind of girl. I guess you could call us best friends. We could talk for hours about his screenplays and what he was doing and what actress he was dating. I could tell him anything including my secrets and he never judges me or made me feel bad about myself.

  He opened up a whole new world for me and a new way to think. Like the first time that he introduced me to Penny a girl he was dating and told me she was bi-sexual. He said, “Taylor just let things happen and you never know what you will miss if you don’t just let go and stay in the moment”. We spent a few weekends exploring Penny in a way I never thought of. I learned a lot from him and knew that he would never lie to me or put me in harm's way.

  We are just a phone call or a text message away. Flash was there for me when my father died and then my mother. He stood by my side and was my support in dealing with all that I had to deal with.

  I still had lawyers and my father’s partners to contend but our business was really set up to run by its self with me overseeing how it was being run. I still felt that being in my mid-twenties that I was far too young to be running my father's business. I had so many wild oats to quench. Yes I’m going to make mistakes and not everyone will agree on how I run my life but I am independent and free to be whoever I yearned to be. I could still hear my mother’s voice in my head and I worked hard to quiet her harmful words

  Flash said that I should write down some of the adventures that I have to kind of help me process my thoughts and get things out. He said that writing helps you take a good look at your life and puts things into perspective. He said that I need a reminder that I was a young sensual woman with needs. He knew that I have been writing down my adventures since I was child off at camp for the summer. I’m not a kid anymore but a sexual free spirit woman that is learning about herself and what her needs are. So I write to try to understand why I’m so different them most. I write trying to release my mother’s voice of how I was not good enough and I write to say I’m not my mother. I’m me.

  Throughout these unadulterated pages of my journey, I Taylor Sullivan will reveal the mystical desires that are lined throughout the streets of this exotic city of Beverly Hills and sets free the magic that keeps tourists coming back for more. Dance until dawn with me as I adventure out through the social scene of one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with class and distinction and at time cross the tracks to an unknown world of lust and erotic pleasures

  My story consists of my in-depth journey through the city of Beverly Hills. Come and join me as I fill up my calendar with parties and midnight rendezvous. Along with my adventure, you will meet Alan, the man who shares my desire for forbidden love.

  I met him just before my father died. I went with my father on a Saturday so he could get a shave and a hair cut at this small barbershop in Beverly Hills. Afterward, we were going to have lunch like we did so many times.

  I was reading a magazine when Alan walked in into the shop. Our eyes locked and have I never seen such an amazing man with such beauty. His dark hair laced with gray strands and his dark olive skin but it was his height 6’8” made him stand out from anyone else in the room. His shoulders were massive but his body was very toned and lean. He was dressed in a pinstripe tailored suit and a white shirt. He looked like a movie star to me and should have been in the movies as Rock Hudson brother as they looked like twins. He was in his late 30’s or early 40’s but beautiful, if a man could be called that?

  A flicker went through my mind “He would never be interested in someone like me so young?” I wondered if he was like all the men that my father has known in Beverly Hills with a hidden life. I started to blush as he looked down at me and the heat was growing inside of me. I had to get outside so I could breathe and I stood up and walked over to my father and told him I would wait outside.

  Once outside I felt the fresh air hit my face and I was free or I thought. I heard the door open and Alan was standing behind me I could feel him and smell his aroma. I turned and looked into his dark brown eyes and I knew I was about to become his next project and he was about to introduce me the world that I only dreamed of. We exchange business cards and he said he would call and took my hand as my father walk out. Letting go of my hand Alan greeted my father and I knew at that moment that they knew each other. I could still feel my hand in his but knew that he released it but so how I could still feel him.

  My father and I walked down the six steps
or should I say I flew down them only to look behind me as I saw Alan walk into the barbershop. I wanted to feel him and to hold him and I knew my life was about to change. I knew I would dive deep into his arms and our love affair began to heat up the streets of this fair city. But will he be the only love for me or will I have many other lovers that touch will touch my heart?

  As each story passes to another you will learn more about me and you will discover the lust that lies dormant within my aching heart as I share this journey with you. You learn about Alex yes, I seem to adore men with names that start with A’s that add to my list of fetishes. Alex opens up a whole new world for me that I never even dreamed of. A world of Kink and debauchery that most people will never understand or want to be a part of. The thought of Alex puts me into a tailspin and what he has done to me or will do to me

  My fantasies become reality with the help of my unstoppable craving for intense passion. As time seeps through the hourglass, you will transcend further into my unconscious mind, the mind of an impulse waiting to explode. Who will win me for their own lover and who will be the one that tames my heavenly ways? Is all this real or do I just have a vivid imagination after all I am my father’s daughter?

  Travel within the city limits and mingle with the rich and famous. With parties and delicious restaurants to tempt your palate, see what “real life” in Beverly Hills is like. Movie stars, flashing cameras. sneak behind the façade and discover what really hides behind the great iron gates. Let the games begin.