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

by Rev Mel

  Dressing in tight jeans and an almost see-through T-shirt, my body trembled with excitement. My soul wanted to dance and feel someone rub up against my anxious body. With that thought in mind, a smile came over my lips. I applied my lipstick which felt like hot moist lips coating them with passion. Brushing my long blonde hair, a feeling of desire overcame me, as each strand become untangled. For a brief moment, I fantasized that my fingers were someone else’s. My temperature rose as I looked in the mirror at my own reflection. My nipples became erect in passion. I could see them stretching for attention under my T-shirt. I just could not resist, so I touched my nipple lightly with the edge of my fingers, watching them dance and swirl on my sensitive nipple. I felt the need to wrap myself around a hot body and release my sizzling volcano that was uncontrollably erupting between my legs. A shiver went through my torso as I turned off the light. Walking out the door, I smiled and threw my favorite Donna Karan jacket over my shoulder.

  Driving down Wilshire Blvd., going eastbound, the lights on Rodeo lit up the sky. I managed to move through traffic with speed and determination in my orange 1965 Mustang convertible. I was on a mission, a mission of lust. I was an orange blur of excitement. There was no stopping me. Making a left on Rodeo, I caught a glimpse of all the tourists that were mingling about and window-shopping, with only Beverly Hills and Hollywood on their minds; the thought made me smile. They were lost in fantasy land, hoping that their favorite star or celebrity would walk by and perhaps give them the time of day. Crazy to believe, but sometimes I wish I lived in Middle America with a white picket fence, children, and a dog. I chuckled to myself at that thought. Being brought up here, I love my city with all its faults. This is a place where dreams can and do come true, a place where you could be anything you wanted to be. Like tonight, with a storm brewing inside my tormented body, I was out to hunt my next conquest. I turned right on Santa Monica Boulevard.

  Entering West Hollywood, the men of “Boys’ Town” were out in numbers, all looking for the same thing that I was looking for -- forbidden sex. This is why I identify with gay men so much. They’re always lusting after someone, what society calls a sexual taboo. Little did my friends or family know what really excited me. My little secret was only for Alan and me to share. He knows me too well. While we make love, he enjoys hearing about my experiences with other lovers. He loves to close his eyes and imagine me making love to another. What I do outside of our relationship excites him. Just thinking about it heightened my excitement as I drove closer to my destination. I was becoming aroused as I felt my pelvic juices boil. There was a warm tingle that ran throughout my body. I parked my vintage Mustang on Santa Monica Blvd. near the Sports Connection. Walking away from my car, I aimed toward the loud music. I could feel an urgency in my bones and shiver in delight.

  As I entered, loud music rang through my ears. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and tepid body sweat. It was overwhelming. I could hardly breathe as I walked through rows and rows of heated bodies. Making my way to the bar, I noticed a long row of tall tables that lined the right side wall. Sitting at them were beautiful women who seemed engulfed in each other’s conversation, yet still aware of prospective lovers that mingled by. At the bar, I ordered a Glenlivet, straight up. The blonde, female bartender winked at me as I left my usual five dollar tip. Her lust was peering through her eyes and into my pores. It penetrated my body as I walked away. Smiling back at her, I knew I could have her if I wished, but then where’s the fun without the chase? Tonight I wanted something different, something wild and very sensual.

  I walked through the crowd toward the dance floor. Looking around, I was enchanted by the ubiquitous womanhood here as they embraced each other. While drinking my Scotch by the wooden dance floor, women were holding other women close to their steaming bodies. The sight was breathtaking as all the beautiful bodies clung to each other. I surrendered myself to this place of erotic pleasures. The fact that no men were in sight made me feel safe. This was a wonderful place. Where women who loved the touch of another woman can come and express their forbidden desires and become in tune with their lesbian souls.

  My body temperature blended in with everyone else’s. I was part of them; they became part of my existence. The world outside no longer existed. I was theirs and they were mine for the taking. Their bodies were beautiful and extremely sensual. I could see the lust for me in their eyes, yet I behaved unaware. I stood and watched their erotic dance unfold before me. It looked as if they were celebrating womanhood. Breasts were touching breasts, pelvises touching pelvises. As I watched, I longed for a woman’s soft touch that only she knows. I wanted to embrace their warm, feminine skin and smell their intoxicating aroma. My arousal was unbearable; I could not breathe. I began to develop beads of moisture running down between my breasts, as I watched in complete oneness, taking in their feminine energy. I could feel my jeans becoming wet with the anticipation of a woman’s touch.

  Momentarily, I searched the room for my next unsuspecting vixen. Excitement moved throughout my overheated cells. Watching women dance as though they were practicing some sort of feminine mating ritual heightened my desire to taste warm painted lips. I wanted to explode, or at least release. My breasts were aching with passion. The music cried louder and faster. As the tempo hastened, bodies on the dance floor went wild, as if the women were set free. The energy of the women rocked to the beat. Young women pressed their moist, charged boxes up against each other as if they were in the act of making love with the excitement of being in a crowded room. My blue jeans were drenched and steaming, and the sight caused a scantiness of breath. Watching women on the dance floor, expressing their love for one another, enticed my body. The music played on and on as I watched in completely abandoned lust. I couldn’t deny my desire; I wished to be with them. I needed a woman’s embrace.

  On the dance floor, there she was, dark and mysterious. Each move her body made was like watching her masturbate to the rhythm of the music. She danced in slow motion with her pelvis rocking from side to side. As one hand pushed through her raven black hair, the other hand pressed on her tanned flat stomach near her throbbing pelvis. Her long legs, which never seemed to end, stopped at her tightly rounded buttocks. I could see the outline of her throbbing nest, pushing on the front of her tight black jeans. I wanted to press my body up against her and dance to the beat of the music. I was hypnotized by her movement. I was relishing her energy as she danced.

  In my mind, I begged her to turn her head around. From where I was standing, I could only see her profile, yet still, I knew that I wanted her. Watching her move, my body’s thermostat was elevated. I wanted to embrace her nude body with my hungry tongue and taste her sweet nectar. She danced and danced with complete abandon. I moved closer and tried to get a glimpse of her face so I could take in all of her beauty.

  Slowly, she turned in my direction and I was swept away by her beauty. Her eyes were dark as the night, her nose was small but proud, and her lips were so full I could almost taste them. Her white silk blouse was wet from perspiring. Through her thin blouse, one could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her dark nipples were protruding against the soaking wet silk. Her blouse was wrapped around her thin waist and tightly tucked into her jeans. All of her buttons were unbuttoned, exposing her heaving cleavage. They called out to me. The need to bury my head between her breasts was becoming an overwhelming obsession.

  As I was watching her large breasts bounce to the beat of the music, I was unaware that she was moving toward me. She appeared to be moving closer and closer to my throbbing body. Was it just an illusion? I wanted to reach out and touch her beautiful, dark creamy skin. Looking up into her eyes, her gaze pierced my soul. She caught me looking down at her voluptuous breasts. A blush spread over my surprised face. Standing close to my erotic dancer, I could see that she was amused by my intense, hypnotic state. Without saying a word, my seductress took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I surrender myself to her. As we danced in a slow,
seductive movement, we never took our eyes off each other.

  She was like a wild jaguar ready for the kill. Was I her willing victim, or she mine? The slight pressure of her pelvis pushed its way closer to mine. Her candid assertiveness sent waves of joy throughout my moist, unfolding lips. Our eyes were in a locked gaze, never leaving each other as our lips seemed almost on the verge of touching. I could smell her hot aroma invading my senses as we pressed our bodies closer. At last, her hard nipples caressed my aching breasts. In slow motion, we entwined our bodies together as our lips touched. Electric shocks shot through our starving bodies. There was no turning back now. Our sexual hunger overtook us with complete submission. This felt like a special union of us, two women, who want only to release the sexual animals that lay dormant inside our boiling bodies.

  Her dark, almost black, eyes called out to me as she gazed into my lusting eyes. Dancing in her arms, our bodies moved in unison, rotating slowly. Feeling our sizzling heat and our blood pulsating, we rocked back and forth in an unladylike manner to the heart-pounding music. Our pelvises pressed together in perfect unison, teasing each other through our tight jeans. My breath was escaping in short gasps as we rubbed our delicate pearls in slow, hard maneuvers. I wanted her right there on the dance floor. I needed to ravish her deep cavern with my hungry mouth and wet tongue. Placing my lips near her ear, I whispered that I needed to taste her. She pulled her head back, gazing dangerously into my eyes. She then rubbed her hand lightly over my jeans touching my excited, swollen clitoris. I almost collapsed with passion. A rush of heat overtook my torso. I was a marionette in her hands. This hot femme fatale placed her hand in mine and carefully guided me through the crowd and out the door into the cool night air.

  Once outside, she rested me up against my Mustang and stepped between my legs. This wildcat rubbed herself up inside my inner thighs. As our lips touched, tongues swirled around the insides of our mutually accepting mouths. Our fevered bodies were locked in a passionate grip. The determination between us multiplied in a sexual innuendo as friction ignited the fire between our legs and throughout our bodies. I felt her hands touch my heaving breasts as my nipples hardened in anticipation. Her fingers stroked my nipples with an urgency. As I cried out in pure sounds of utter submission, she relented, and we huddled against my Mustang holding each other tightly. Our tongues still struggled to explore each other’s tasty mouths. I clung to her soft and alluring lips. I needed to touch and taste her bare skin.

  Time stood still as we drove my Pony to her apartment. She sat next to me, gently stimulating my nipples under my T-shirt with her fingers. Her probing tongue touched my earlobe and traced down my neck. I felt goose bumps throughout my body. I let out tiny cries as I squirmed with enchantment. The heightened energy between the folds of my entrance burned with longing. Driving to Beverly Boulevard and just past Fairfax, I thought that we would never arrive at our destination. Time seemed to stop as our anticipation of tasting each other’s sweet juices grew.

  After we reached our location, my wildcat and I strolled arm in arm, holding our tingling bodies close to one another. Each step was like a never-ending dream. We floated up the three flights of stairs pausing at each landing to steal a kiss. At last, she slid the key into the lock and the door opened.

  Once inside, we frantically took off our clothes, layer by layer. It felt good to set ourselves free from all of our constricted clothing. I wanted to scream, “Free at last!” Our bodies felt liberated as the ritual of tasting began. My carnivorous lover seized my full breasts with her hands and mouth, scraping the tip of my nipples lightly with her teeth. The arousing caresses unleashed a warm rush of wetness in the garden between my thighs. Her hands were grazing my steaming flesh.

  The air ruptured with excited energy as we oscillated together in a sexual connection. Both of us trembled with supreme intensity to a single melody, the melody of pure pleasure. My gentle hands touched her long, dark hair and her perfectly bronzed skin. Tasting her silky skin with my curious tongue, I took short greedy flicks across her neck and shoulders, savoring her sweet flesh like a lollipop, melting sugar at each lick. I wanted to dominate her yielding body with my raging tongue and grasping hands. Reaching down to my jeans, I slipped my belt from the loops and laid it over the off-white couch. Peering into her excited brown eyes, I slowly took each hand and wrapped the belt around her wrists, one by one. She was my caged jaguar and I her captor. I now controlled her every move. I led her around the apartment looking for the right place. With each move, I gently touched and kissed her soft aching skin. In an attempt to give in to desire, she tried to grasp for my wanting body. With each effort, I pulled at the belt a little tighter. Her eyes glimmered in appreciation of my strength as I laughed and held her captive.

  Looking around her apartment, I became aware of her living environment. She was a law student: books lying everywhere, papers were thrown about, and a computer screen-saver was shining romantically as if it were a million small candles. I was quite tantalized at being in a place that was in such disarray. I smiled to myself. This was a new experience for me, very different from the way I was accustomed to living. I thought to myself, “This is how young Hollywood women live. I love it. I could abandon the Beverly Hills attitude here and just be a sensual being.” She had no idea where I lived; here I was her equal.

  I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I wanted her more at each passing moment. I paused and gazed at her. Her pulse was increasing rapidly. I pulled her close to my welcoming, throbbing breast. Kissing her, I pushed my tongue deep into her moist mouth. Her breath mingled with mine. Fever grew and grew as we pressed breast to breast. I could smell her sex, the aroma penetrated my senses.

  I moved her toward her wardrobe door and opened it slightly. Pulling her arms up high over her head, I took the buckle of my belt and threw it over the top of the door, slamming it shut and trapping my Jaguar. I stepped back for a moment; her body was breathtaking. Her bronzed skin shone with drops of moisture that rolled down between her heaving breasts. Her bare nipples pointed out to me, they beckoned my lips. She could not move; she was helpless. She held her legs tightly closed, pressing her drenched lips together. I watched her breasts rise and fall rhythmically as she tried in vain to control her breathing. Dark nipples called my body. I moved closer and closer to her tiny bud at the tip of her beautiful breast. My she-cat tried to move her nipples closer to my lips but she was effectively held at bay. I smiled wickedly at her. Slowly, I allowed my tongue to lightly touch the tips. My feral feline purred as my tongue ventured harder and wider. Teasing her nipples, they became stiff in my mouth as I cupped her soft flesh with my hands. I could not get enough of her beautiful breasts. I sucked and sucked on her nipples. She ignited a wanting in me that I never knew existed. My tongue teased and taunted her flowering bud. I made little-sucking noises with my mouth. I was weak with pleasure. Looking up at her exquisite face, her eyes were half shut. She was lost in my touch as her body responded to my wandering hands and succulent mouth.

  Exploring her skin, I felt a mysterious pull. Our sheathing connection beckoned. Slithering down to my prisoner’s soft, rounded belly, I tasted her scented flesh as I licked and licked. My tongue silently touched her perfect navel. Moving my hands around the curves of her waist and her tantalizing tush, I continued squeezing my hands on her firm buttocks. Sounds of hard breathing escaped from her lips. As I moved my tongue further down to the edge of her tangle of pubic hair, the captivating aroma of her dark chamber beckoned me to enter. Her delicate and alluring fragrance summoned my lips and tongue to explore her more deeply. As my hands parted my wild she-cat’s thighs, my lips touched her flower-like lips. She relinquished herself to me and opened her legs wider. My tongue sped over the lips of her vagina. Her wetness tasted sweet. I frolicked in her black forest and immersed myself into bliss. The ritual of tasting her excitement with my tongue provoked a wetness between my legs. I trembled with waves of ecstasy.

  Jolts of pleasure pulsed th
rough her as her wetness began to flow like champagne on my tongue. Crawling into the mouthwatering smooth skin and delicate scents, I leaped into the liquid that escaped from the lacy folds of her vagina. My tongue moved into her interior, pressing my face up against her engorged clitoris. I flicked my tongue over and over again, tasting her fiery passion as she moaned at each successive swirl. Thrusting her pelvis forward, feeding my starving mouth, I forced my tongue to migrate deeper into her moistened chamber. Plunging my tongue again and again inside her saturated womanhood, she screamed wildly while her raging membrane released her sweet juices. I buried my lips between her jostling legs as she came in a flood-like manner. Waves splashed through her as she climaxed. My Jaguar jerked involuntarily as she let go of all tension that was held prisoner in her excited body. Her attempts to stop were futile. She came repeatedly, with each climax becoming wilder than the last. Howls escaped from her lips as she cried out in passion. Sounds, aroma, and lust of passionate sex circulated the room as she temporarily lost consciousness.