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

by Rev Mel

  I inherited these parties from my parents. When my mother and father were alive, this was their way of life, pretending to be a happily married couple. No one knew how many bats were in our attic. My father had many ladies on the side, waiting for my mother to drop out of the picture. Too bad my father died first. My mother lingered on only to learn the names of my father’s other children. My sister Kathryn and I were our father’s only rightful heirs.

  After our mother died, Kathryn moved to New York with her husband and my nephew Jesse to escape all of this madness. Taking on the role of ‘my mother’s social butterfly,’ I stayed behind. I stayed in contact with all my mother's and father’s friends and business associates to further my entrepreneurial needs. To me, the Beverly Hills social world dictated what I should be and how I should act. This was basically all I knew. My father, who drilled into me how a lady should be, knew little of what I did in my private life. Behind closed doors I could be whoever and whatever I wanted to be. I’m sure he would turn over in his grave if he knew what kind of a secret life I lead. I could still hear his voice in my mind: “Always be a lady, Taylor.” Every time I went to one of these phony parties or dull fundraisers, I thought of my father. Living a life of lies and delusions, he taught me to successfully live a double life. I learned to play this game at a very early age.

  How many of these husbands at these gatherings had tried to get me into bed? Better yet, how many of their wives had tried? The stories I know about Beverly Hills and Bel Air would make a bestseller’s list. Stories full of plastic looks and phony talk always seem to intrigue the public. They never knew what was really on my mind, as I smiled and tried to be cordial, paying attention to all the individual conversations around the room. I especially liked it when they talked about me to others. Oh, what I knew; maybe someday I would tell the world my many secrets. My father taught me well how to make good use of valuable information.

  Looking around at the socialites in the room, I needed to break free. I needed to find some fresh air since my lungs were filled with gaudy perfume and designer hair spray. I couldn’t breathe. Slipping away unnoticed, I left the room and walked up the stairs to the second floor. The mansion was a twelve-bedroom fortress with six fireplaces, a private screening room, a professional game room and two swimming pools, one indoor and one outdoor. I’d always enjoyed wandering around this home, investigating each room’s decor. Some of the rooms were a little flamboyant, but the artwork was absolutely breathtaking. In the room called ‘The Art Room’, there was a mix of Chagall’s, Frankenthaler’s and O’Keefe’s works. As a teenager, I used to sit in there and lose myself in the Frankenthaler. I would fantasize what it would be like to be Helen Frankenthaler, painting these beautiful paintings within my mind. Tonight, I sat there like I did when I was young, dreaming about flying with the wind and reaching for the stars. This was my favorite room in the house. A place to be alone and my little haven to be at peace.

  As I sat there in the gallery, I began to hear low moans from down the hall. Quietly, I walked out to the hallway, toward the loud noise. It got louder and louder as I walked closer to the last door on the left. There, at the end of the hallway, was a door that was slightly ajar. The sound was coming from within and there was just enough room for me to sneak inside. Feeling my body slide through the doorway, I moved in without touching the door or making a sound. The room was exceedingly dark, revealing a faint flicker exuding from the only light source, a single candle on a table next to the king-sized bed. Lining the gigantic bed was four massive posts, forming a canopy, draped with translucent material. Unending long curtains lined one of the four walls. Due to the lack of light, I was unable to make out colors in the room as the smell of lust raced throughout my senses. I could barely make out the two figures behind the almost sheer canopy as the heat intensified the darkness.

  The moans continued as I was hidden by the shadows’ darkness. Watching other people making love excited me, as I have always enjoyed being a voyeur. I was curious, and oddly enough, I became aroused. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that two people were holding each other. I felt like I wanted to leave, but I could not move, as their spirits hypnotized me. Watching them touch each other lovingly, I could hear the moans that penetrated the four walls surrounding us. This was an erotic intrusion of two lovers, unaware of my presence. The larger figure, a very lean and tall man, was on top touching the other person, who was hidden in the shadows of lust. Watching him caress the body that lay beneath him, currents of excitement ran throughout my body and into my hidden cavern between my thighs. I was wet with excitement as I watched in seclusion, as if invisible. I wondered to myself, “How long could I gaze at their steaming bodies before they discover me?” I was absorbed in our tantalizing game of hide-and-seek as my blood pumped through my veins.

  This erotic impingement heightened my sexual desire. The candlelight cast a silhouette all over the room, thus recreating a classic film noir in a slow-motion montage of lust and desire. Their bodies were pressed tightly against one another as I tried to get a better look at their faces. I was unable to make them out, but the man on top definitely looked familiar. I was jealous of his hand as he tenderly slid it gingerly up and down the heated body beneath him. His touch seemed firm, yet loving.

  Amber streaks of light touched their bodies, as the one on top rolled over and stood up. Having nowhere to run to, I moved deeper into the forbidden shadows. He was a tall man with massive shoulders. Now I could see his face, which was laced with a smile. I had to laugh to myself. He was a top producer in the film industry with a wife downstairs, bragging about his next film. I wondered who was the woman in the bed with him. Did his wife know?

  I was enjoying this place of shadow land, as the heat in my body betrayed me. I was no longer, in my mind, just an observer as my own juices steamed from my heated box. Slowly, he reached down with his large hands, touching his lover’s body. Then, with such force, he pulled up his plaything and pushed his mystery lover up against the cold wall. They were only a few feet from me as I tethered on the edge of erotic impulses, wanting to reach out and touch them. The shrouded lover was thin, delicate, not very tall, and boyish in demeanor. In other words, very L.A.-ish. The temptation to peek overwhelmed me, as I was still unable to make out the lover’s face.

  Generating enough energy in the room to vibrate the whole house, the tall man blanketed his lover with his sizzling hot body. With his lover pressed tautly against the wall, they stroked each other’s sensitive tissues that laced their trembling bodies. I heard whispers of sound drifting through the room as they touched each other in complete abandon. Words of love were spoken quietly in a seductive tone as their vulnerable touches, tender with deep emotions, emanated throughout their intense bodies. As the man embraced his lover’s hot torso, I could see his penis tremble, push up against the sultry flesh. Their soaked pelvises rotated from side to side as the tip of the tall man’s penis generated friction.

  The small body, locking his arms, looked up at the hungry lover and surrendered to his touch. As the light gleamed on the small face, I froze, for I realized who this mysterious lover was. His perfect face, so close, seemed to be an illusion. He was a famous young actor. A young man was before me, not a woman. I could not believe it. I was taken aback in excitement as my eyes blinked to focus more clearly. I was caught off-guard and excited beyond belief. A heartthrob to many young women, this young man was in complete bliss, feeding off his lover’s pleasurable taste. I would not have believed this if I had not seen it with my own eyes. I don’t think anyone would have. Both of their wives were downstairs, unsuspecting of their unfaithful men. It’s amazing -- women are always so concerned about other women stealing their cheating husbands, yet unaware of other prospects. I had to laugh!

  The whole situation was blistering. Their faces touched as their lips kissed in a sultry fever. Bare skin glistened in the candlelight as their tongues shared a passionate kiss, emitting a sound of love that erupted from
their embrace. The ridges of their stomachs touched and I could feel their need to explore each other’s bodies.

  The producer lowered his body down while the actor’s small hands stroked his hair. His tongue, taking long wet licks on the defined muscles of his lover, both breathing hard and deep. Their prolonged touching was becoming too much for me to bear. Delicately kissing the tip of the actor’s hard member, the tall producer moaned with joy. The passion between these two powerful men took me to another place, a place foreign and forbidden to me. A wave of sensation splashed through my spine as a sexual rush ran throughout my flushed flower, bringing it to overflow with nectar.

  As I hid in the dark shroud of the shadow, I could feel my nipples hardening. The producer’s clever tongue darted slowly up his lover’s muscular stomach. They kissed in a masculine fury. The producer turned his younger lover over to face the wall. I could feel his body tremble with a wanting. Taking secret liberty while caressing his bare buttocks, he slowly pressed himself deep into his lover’s cavern. Watching his intensity slide deeper and deeper, I heard the actor moan incoherently. I was beyond excited. With sharp cries filling the room, the producer reached around the slight curves of the actor’s waist and grabbed onto his lover’s swollen member. Sending erotic impulses shooting throughout the room, he stroked his lover’s well-developed organ. Their bodies, trembling with desire, whispered words of love in a language unknown to me until now. Their sexual souls were free to express their love for one another as I stood watching their movements. It was like watching the sea crash up against the shore, with each wave getting stronger and stronger. Each gesture their abandoned bodies made provoked a forbidden feeling that stirred deep inside my very soul. They were exploring the outer limits of unbroken ground.

  Erotic scents filled the air as the two loving, sexual men overcame their sexual taboo. Freeing their sexual souls, they were brought to the libido of human emotion. Sounds smells, and sweat of unadulterated abandoned sex vibrated throughout the room. There before me were two strong, sensual men giving and receiving pleasure as their stomach muscles contracted involuntarily. Signs of release etched on the producer’s face as he let go of the tension in his manly groin. Howling madly, a rush of wild longing raced through his physical body and stretched his limits while he exploded the milked semen from his engorged penis. The actor squirmed beneath as he let loose all of his animal wildness that was locked in his tight, steaming torso.

  Naked and beautiful, waves of faintness overtook them both. While holding their hot and excited bodies close, a teardrop of sadness ran down the cheek of the actor as his voice vibrated words of sorrow. The room stood still as it filled with soft breathing and quiet tears. Sobered by the depth of their emotions, I wanted to give them one last moment alone. I slowly walked to the door, without making a noise, nervously glancing back and hoping not to have been noticed.

  Walking down the stairs, I thought, I did understand their passion. Both were married and having to live a lie, we were not very different from each other. I strolled into the room in which the party was being held and smiled at the heated lovers’ naive wives. “If only they knew,” I thought to myself as I watched them mingle with other guests. As they smiled and beamed throughout the room, I could tell that they were unhappy. Their eyes exposed a missing love and I knew why. The producer’s wife talked and laughed while she systematically scanned the room for her cheating husband. She suspected something, but I doubt that she knew the cause of her heartbreak was a man. I felt sorry for both the lonely wives and the forbidden lovers and watched in complete awe as the situation unfolded before me. The actor’s wife was talking to a proper gentleman, revealing her unloved eyes. She knew how to play her husband’s game and accepted the fact that she was nothing without her husband, selling her soul for fame.

  Women in this city often sell their souls to the devil, reaching for stardom and abandoning their minds. Their egos are traded for happiness as they accept a loveless marriage and endure endless torment. I felt sorry for them. Sadness filled my heart and I could no longer bear to face my own unhappiness. I had to leave.

  I was bidding my host goodbye when the two men walked down the stairs. They paused, grabbing one more private moment. I let them be and I walked out the door. I smiled as I climbed into my Rolls and thought to myself, “This was a very interesting night.” I turned on the radio to one of my favorite oldies stations and began to sing along, “What’s love got to do with it . . . got to do with it?”.............. It’s funny how life works out.

  Chapter 8- Ménage à Trois

  It was a clear and windy night here in Beverly Hills. The Santa Ana winds were sweeping over the L.A. basin and the air was dry and brisk. My chimes on the veranda were singing songs of the angels. Looking up in the sky, I could see each star shining brightly as the clear, dark sky accented their gleam. The moon was full and its glow seemed to cast a halo effect over the entire city. The feeling of desire swept through my body as I looked out into the darkness searching for clouds, unable to spot one. The wind’s energy vibrated each and every cell within my body as I listened to the dry rushing whispers of the wind rolling through the city streets.

  As the Santa Ana continued stirring up, so too was my sexual spirit. My juices started to overflow through me with excitement and the wind, blowing wildly, titillated my frame of mind for some serious lovemaking. Tonight, I had prepared something very exciting for Alan and just thinking about it drenched me with desire. Luckily for us, his wife was out of town on a business trip so we had the whole evening to enjoy each other -- bite by bite.

  While I was arranging this wonderful and erotic evening, numerous fantasies ran through my mind and I was determined to send Alan into a deep chasm of ecstasy. Looking after each detail, I had to account for the fact that Alan is always late, but tonight time was not of the essence. A refreshing surprise was waiting for Alan after dinner and I could hardly wait for the night to begin.

  Alan arrived at 8:30, a half hour late of course. He was dressed in a navy blue pinstripe suit that was custom-tailored to correspond to his long, masculine-framed body. His impeccable, crisp white shirt, buttoned to the collar, enhanced his naturally dark complexion. Tautly tied at the collar was his business-looking navy blue tie, with minute red polka-dots all over, which gave him a very elegant and businesslike demeanor. The thought of getting lost inside his tailored jackets every time we embrace sent shivers down my neck and through my spine. The coarse material, rubbing up against my rhapsodic body, brought me a sense of security which I had never felt before and the thought of holding him tonight sent curls of quivers down my back. Sometimes, I have Alan keep his clothes on while I continue to take off mine, piece by piece. As my nude shivering skin would rub up against his suit, I would plead for his power. Then, I would slowly remove his clothing, unmasking his wonderful chest, laced with fine hair. Alan is always prepared to please, anywhere and at any time, smiling every step of the way.

  Alan watched as I approached him, flaunting a look of intentions. From the expression in his eyes, I knew that he approved of my newest Bill Blass dress that was, to say the least, very short, very tight, and very black. Alan held me close and began to kiss me. Captured in his grasp, he slowly whispered in my ear that I looked sensational tonight. The feeling of his warm body next to mine made me emphatic, yet frail to his touch. I could not wait a minute more. I wanted him right there, at the front door, in the foyer. I was on the verge of bursting. Feeling his hand gently tug at my buttons, I moved as close as I could to him. Through his pants, I could feel his male member rising to the occasion. I knew that if we did not leave at this moment my plans for the evening would be spoiled. Having to control myself and baiting him all the way, I pulled him out the door and into his Mercedes 500 SL. While he held the door open for me I rubbed myself up to him and slid into the passenger side. Walking around to the driver’s door, I could see that he was oblivious to what was in store for him this evening. My body was on alert in antici
pation for what was about to transpire and I couldn’t wait to get started. Lust was in the Santa Ana winds tonight and I fed off it.

  We had reservations downtown at one of Alan’s favorite restaurants. It was once a rail dining car here in Los Angeles and is known around town for its wonderful, succulent steaks. As we drove down Sixth Street, I started kissing his neck and my fingers tantalized his nipples through his white shirt. I could feel his nipples harden with each stroke. A blaze of excitement took over his willing torso. He began to take abridged breaths as I stroked back and forth over the impending fabric. I slowly freed a couple of buttons on his shirt and slid my hand inside, touching his fervid flesh. Alan’s body trembled as I stroked the tip of his nipple, elevating his body to a pulsating river that was ready to overflow. His body craved for more as his eyes glazed with pleasure. Our fervent excitement heated the car as we drove closer and closer to our destination.

  Just about a block from the restaurant, I pulled myself back from Alan’s excited body and very slowly buttoned his shirt back up. Still, in the mood to tease, I took his powerful hand and moved it up against my leg further and further. Over the top of my black thigh-high nylons, his hand touched my bare skin and then moved upwards, skimming my black garter belt. He glanced at me as his hand sneaked higher into my core of womanhood. To Alan’s surprise, I was not wearing panties. His fingers, filled with excitement, slithered into my soaked envelope. As they propelled inward, conveying a great physical force like waves colliding against my interior, my body was ready to give in to him and I craved for his fingers to bring me to an endless place of euphoria. I knew that I had to control my desire and conserve energy for later, so, with a serious expression drawn on my face, I pulled his hand out from under my dress and waited for the valets to open my door. When we stepped out of the car, I strategically walked in front of Alan, swaying my hips from side to side. I smiled at the thought of how my scent would continue to linger on his hands throughout dinner. Still smiling, we walked into the front entrance and I thought to myself, “What a wonderful way to set the tone for the evening”.