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

by Rev Mel

  Alex stayed inside me as my body quivered with tiny aftershocks as I rocked to each one with such oneness of Alex. Only after minutes of the last jolt and my body quieted down did he pull out of my heated box and lay next to me. He held me tight and I felt safe as I lay there quietly in his arms. He closed his eyes and I could tell from his breathing that he was quietly falling asleep. I could rest my body and felt that I needed to make my escape. I waited until I was sure he was sleeping then I slowly started to get up from the bed. To my surprised Alex quietly said, "Did I give you permission to leave the bed.”? I replied, “I'm just going to get my clothes and go home”. He did his little evil laugh and held me down kissed me on the forehead,then he reached down a put an ankle restraint on me on my left ankle, I said "But, but I will never be able to sleep" He said, "you will learn" He took me in his arms and held me close and in matter of minutes he fell asleep again. I just laid there with my eyes wide open as I thought what am I doing here? I wanted to go home to my own bed as I look his handsome face sleeping. He melted my heart as he slept and yes I listened to him breathing and felt the rhythm of each breath and it calmed my body and mind. Ever so slowly I closed eyes and a restful sleep fell upon me. This was the first time that I felt safe since my father died and I knew that Alex was a true master of himself and that he could tame me. With that thought, I thought do I want to be tamed? For now maybe yes but you never knew what the future had in store for someone like me with a wild soul.

  Chapter 10-The Miramar

  News broadcasted that he was arriving today. His jet is arriving at four P.M. Pacific Standard Time. Beverly Hills always gets excited when he arrives. Every time he comes to Los Angeles, he makes sure that he and I spend some time together. I like the independence our relationship offers and the secretiveness of our rendezvous. It’s exciting to sneak around incognito. I’m sure the press would have a field day with us if they ever found out. I try to keep my sex life a secret; I haven’t even mentioned him to Alan. Being a major player in the political arena, I can’t even mention his name to anyone, for fear that if any knew it would or I could be in serious danger.

  The first time I met him, he was speaking at a local hotel, at a fundraiser for his campaign. I really hate going to those dreary affairs. At the time, I was dating a local political leader. He was a Democrat nd leading in the polls. I myself never say what political party I belong to as my father drilled it into my head you never talk about your political views. It is bad for business as you never know who voted for who. Well, at the fundraiser, my lover spotted me from across the room. These fundraisers were not my cup of tea. The dinner itself was long and uneventful. Yet, the evening did have its moments.

  Afterward, my date and I were invited to a private party that was being held at the Regent Beverly Wilshire in honor of the candidate. Upon arrival at the party, we were introduced to each of the guest speakers. I shook their hands swiftly but was intrigued by the electricity of the candidate’s touch. From his hello, I could tell that he was interested in me. I tried to pay little attention to his vibrancy, for I knew that he was aware of my avoidance. Every time I looked at him, he was looking my way. Our eyes would meet as we tried to keep focus and insisted on talking to other people. There was a definite pull of sexual instincts that seemed to tug at our cores.

  I could not figure out what attracted me to this man. All of his qualities seemed to work against him. He wasn’t very attractive, not my type, and a politician. I do not enjoy the political life or the games that seem to dominate that arena. His hair was very thick with strands of silver running through it. With a very light complexion, his large nose seemed to dominate all his other features. I wondered if he was going to be the next Kennedy. His flesh was kind of spongy-looking and he was not physically fit, even though I heard that he was an avid runner. I usually like hard, fit bodies, but there was something about him that energized my being. Was it his Elvis Presley smirk or the animal that shined in his eyes? I liked the way he took command of a room with his wit and intelligence. He had the veneer of a charming man, like all politicians. He would have made a wonderfully used car salesman.

  It was getting late and most of the guests had already left. My date for the evening was in a heated debate with a fellow Democrat. I was sitting on one of the couches, bored to death when one of his aides came up to me and said that the candidate would like a word with me. I turned and replied, “If he wants to speak to me, he’ll have to come himself and ask me.” The aide looked at me with disbelief and left. I heard my host laughing. I thought, “Who does he think he is? I won’t play his little game.” I couldn’t wait to leave.

  A few moments later, the man of the hour came up to me from behind and whispered in my ear, would I care to join him for a drink? I turned and looked at him straight in the eyes; they were sparkling and I knew that tonight would be a memorable one. Concealed by his smile was a devilish man waiting to take over my being. That was the beginning of a very friendly and highly sexual friendship. My date never knew what happened to me that night, and I never told anyone about it, even after he won the election. He’s still kind of funny-looking to me, but he’s a powerhouse in bed.

  About an hour before his arrival, he would call to inform me of our rendezvous meeting time. My lover knew better than to have one of his aides call for him. Although he tried to test my control, he’d always give in first and call. He thought my stubbornness was challenging.

  His car was going to pick me up at 10 p.m. after he spoke at a political dinner in Century City. He was staying at the beachfront Miramar Hotel in Santa Monica. We always had to be very wary of the press and their intrusive efforts. I remember how the press picked up on the hair-cutting story at the airport. Every time it came on the news about his expensive haircut, I laughed. If only they knew the real story behind his haircut. Fortunately for America, the wonderful press never really discovered the truth. Well, that’s one on the press.

  Lying in my oversize bathrobe, I soaped my body in a mountain of soft fluff made of tiny bubbles. I love the feeling of soap caressing my tanned torso. I was getting myself ready for a night of sexual passion and was making myself wet just thinking about it. My little politician had a very kinky side to him. I’ve always enjoyed creative men, especially in bed. The running water washed away any of the excess soap I still had on my body and I took a warm towel and wrapped it around my waiting flesh.

  The telephone rang and it was him. He wanted to say that he had just arrived and that he couldn’t wait until his arms were around me. We flirted on the phone while the press was waiting for him to disembark the plane. We both got excited by the sounds of our breathing over the public telephone lines. I knew that he had a hard-on and quickly turned on the news to watch him walk down the ramp. I looked to see if he was hiding his manly erection. I laughed to myself as he stepped to the ground. Boy, he’s a master at hiding his excitement.

  He was even cooler than Alan. Alan and I could probably have sex in the same room with his wife and she would never know. I was always amazed at those types of men. My father had been one. He was a master of disguise and my mother never suspected a thing. A few times, I actually caught him fondling one of my mother’s house-guests, or worse yet, a trusted maid. He was always screwing someone. With his insight, I was taught that men were never to be trusted. I learned to act like a man and to have the freedom which a man has. Men underestimate their women. I have striven for equality and refused to be blinded by childish games. I play hard and work even harder. I believe that if more women started to think like a man, they would be a lot happier.

  Tonight, I wanted to knock his socks off. I decided to wear my new Nancy Heller black tailored suit. In keeping with the same noir motif, I chose to wear a black lace bra with matching garter belt that straddled my satin G-string. Silky sheer black stockings stretched across my long legs as I slid into a pair of three-inch high-heeled patent leather shoes. My long blonde hair was slicked back in a low ponytail, revealing my
deep-set eyes. My red stained-by-lipstick lips were voluptuous and ready to please. I knew I looked a little too S&M for my lover, but then again, he liked new hobbies. Walking out the door, Maria handed me my purse, kissed me and wished me luck. I was greeted by the Limo driver and one of his security men, I climbed into the limousine knowing that I was in store for a night of erotic sex and passion.

  As we drove through Santa Monica, I noticed that the traffic was light. Wilshire Boulevard was full of UCLA kids cruising in their BMWs. As we passed Westwood and then Santa Monica, the Miramar Hotel was beautiful as it reflected the midnight glow of the ocean. The Secret Service showed me the way through the back entrance. My lover’s bungalow was facing the vast ocean. The hotel had put bulletproof glass in the room since he frequented Los Angeles so often. He loves hob-knobbing with the rich and famous. His life in Washington was dreary and filled with responsibilities. Los Angeles is exciting for him. Having a private, secluded suite, he is isolated from the wandering press. I am amazed at all the famous women the Secret Service is able to sneak into his room. His entourage of playmates satisfies his appetite. I am very aware that I am not the only woman he sees, but I find it amusing that the others believe they are. I just see him for the thrill of it. It’s quite comical to me.

  As I walked into the suite, I saw him standing at the bulletproof window looking out. The only source of light in the room was coming from the lit candles that smelled like gardenias. Turning, a smile ran across his face. He was in his official bathrobe. He had just showered, hair still wet. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I felt his body close and his male organ was hard as it rubbed up against me. I looked into his eyes; they looked very tired and a little bloodshot. I could tell that the day had taken its toll on him.

  I wanted to take him into the bedroom and hold him even more closely. I felt his hand rub my back as he kissed me again. His body temperature rose noticeably as we touched each other tenderly. Slowly, he unbuttoned my jacket and caressed my soft skin. I felt his hands stroke over my black bra, losing himself in my touch. He started trembling as he stroked my nipples under the lacy bra. His kiss became more passionate as he pressed his body up to mine. My lover slid off my jacket and tossed it on the floor. I felt his hands release the buttons on my skirt, liberating its grasp on my hips. His hands wrapped around my flat stomach as he kissed my neck. Tasting my flesh, I heard him moan.

  Gently, I moved back away from him. My heated lover’s eyes stared dangerously at me, inspecting me from head to toe. I stood patiently in just a black see-through G-string and lace garter belt. Then, slowly walking away from him, I stood in front of the cool window. I smiled and wondered if he’d take a chance to be seen at the window with me. I heard him move nearer and nearer to my wanting body until his bathrobe finally touched my backside. I felt his hands move around to the front of my body stroking my breasts and stomach until his hands touched my pearl. I was wet with anticipation. My skin begged to be touched. Slowly, he slid his fingers under my G-string panties.

  My clitoris grew with his fingers’ touch, moving my tip up and down. I placed my hands up against the window above my head. My face almost touched the frosty glass. The lights in the room were dim, yet you could still see the outline of our bodies through the window. I knew that someone could be watching us, but I didn’t care and neither did he.

  My statesman loosened his bathrobe tie and pressed his hard member to my buttocks. He was hard and ready. I smelled the spicy scent of his cologne as he kissed my shoulders. His body burned up as if it were on fire, begging for water. Very gently, he moved my G-string to the side and entered me. My haven was wet and wanting. I felt him inside my vagina which sent bursts shooting throughout my body. I bent over, closer to the window, to give him easier access to my treasure. He moved faster and faster. The room was filled with passion and the smell of lust. He bit my bare shoulders in excitement. His grunting was like a wild dog, waiting to be tamed. I was flushed with fever as I reached my plateau of Rhapsody. Our skin jostled with erotic sensation.

  Wrapping around me like a blanket, he penetrated my dark tunnel. Outside, the stars in the sky seemed to call out to me. My body was engulfed by his throbbing erection. My breathing became more rapid and pronounced. I shivered involuntarily as he triggered spasms that tormented my being. A sweet moment of extreme ecstasy burst within my hidden cavern. My open box had a life of its own, as my nectar was unleashed from within.

  Allowing himself to be reckless, he pulled out of me, turned me around, and sank to his knees. His feverish hands caressed my body. His head moved down to my ‘V’ center, licking over the material of my panties. I felt his tongue push hard through the silk, licking and licking over the top of my clitoris, sucking my pearl. His hands moved over the silk and his tongue tasted my sultry juices. With my back pinned to the window, the cool glass tamed my desire. I could not bear to leave his tongue’s touch. My pink labia opened up to him. An ambrosia of passionate sex filled the room and the sound of licking echoed throughout the halls. Holding onto his thick hair, I pulled him in towards me, pressing myself up against his mouth’s umbrella. Pleasures overwhelmed me as I let go of my throbbing ruby. I was beyond myself as I flared into orgasms.

  My body now squirmed under his touch. He applied the right amount of pressure, awakening every nerve ending in my body, liberating my wildness. My blood boiled within my veins. Unbearable Sensations moved like waves throughout my soul as exquisite tremors erupted. Waves washed over me. I lost myself in the moment. His tongue, pressing into my clitoris, stopped moving as the last of the tremors rolled through me.

  As my body started to relax, he pulled himself up to his full height of six feet. I was still pressed up against the window while he wrapped his arms around me. Kissing me tenderly, I tasted my sweet nectar that filled his mouth. From behind, he unhooked my bra, releasing it and listened to the sound of it dropping to the floor. He rolled the tips of my nipples with his forefingers and thumb, awakening them to their full erection. Moving away from the window and dropping his robe, he led me over to the ivory, overstuffed sofa. Falling on his back, he pulled me on top of him. My breasts rubbed up against his bare chest. His nipples jumped from his flesh. I lowered my lips down to the right one and licked it lightly. I heard him cry out in anticipation. Sucking his nipple harder, I could see from his face that I was causing a slight discomfort, a pain of pleasure.

  His skin was aroused and wet with passion. He was alive and electrified. I proceeded to glide my hand over his body like a gentle surf caressing the shore. I felt him shake with an endorphin high. I kissed my quiet love at his core. Looking up at his face, he revealed an etched look of pleasure. Tiny muscle spasms traveled throughout his naked and yielding body. A deep instinct took over, as I slowly moved my mouth over his stomach and down to his swollen gland of majesty. The uncircumcised organ stretched to its full length, calling out to me. I bent down and kissed his swollen mushroom tip. His breath ceased to exist. Besides the sound my lips made as they sucked on his ripened cock, the room was void of silence. A small pearl drop of liquid escaped from his opening. Reaching down, I held his swollen balls. They were as hard as walnut shells. Squeezing them lightly, I opened my mouth and took in his beating tool.

  My statesman’s flesh flushed as he repressed the need to scream. Forbidden feelings merged with his untamed sexuality. The furnace within his body grew warmer and warmer. My mouth, allowing the lustfully excited cock to venture deeper into my opening, touched the silky pubic hair that surrounded his erection. Uncontrollably, he thrust his pelvis up and into my mouth. Faster and faster, he slid his member in my opened chamber. His body went into minor convulsions, bringing him to a level of climax. Quickly, I withdrew my mouth and pressed his tautness between my breasts. The wetness of my saliva over his hungered hammer enabled it to slide easily in and out.

  The sensation was too much for him to bear. His pupils dilated as he exploded and his manly juices erupted between my breast
s. In a surrealistic shudder, my lover released the tension that held his body captive. Waves of ecstasy spread throughout each and every fiber of his torso, taking him to the edge of heaven. With his eyes half shut, he pulled me up and kissed my eyelids, holding me close. He encircled me within his strength. My politician drifted asleep in my arms, secure and content.

  Looking out the window, the palm trees swayed to the rhythm of the wind. The moonlight reflected off the ocean as ripples of light danced their way to the shore. Lying on the large sofa, the candles that once lit the room were burning out. My sleeping lover snored softly in my ear and the ambient temperature of the room was dropping steadily. A shiver swept my body. I thought, “Tomorrow I will be back to reality. My lover will be back in , tending to the needs of the people in this fair country.” A smile graced my face and a giggle escaped my throat. The Enquirer would love this story. Kissing his cheek, I knew that this was our little secret which I would never tell. I moved a little closer to his body in order to stay warm and soon sleep overwhelmed me. The moon glowed outside and the stars shined brightly. To dreamland, I continued.

  Chapter 11-The Girl-Bar

  It was very hot in L.A. tonight. Party after party, they’ve become boring. They’re so long and dreary, full of unpleasant, tiresome, frigid people with no personalities, sporting only stretched faces and bouffant hairdos. I’ve had enough of these tacky Chanel suits and gaudy Rolex watches. I needed to release some tension; unfortunately, the party I was at had nothing to offer. I went home to get changed, seeing it was still early for a Saturday night. Feeling a little restless, I had to do something. I needed a little sexual stimulation since Alan had been in New York all week with his wife. I felt a little lonely. I longed for warm, tender arms around me and the feeling of soft lips gently touching my aching flesh.