Awaking Desires

  Awaking Desires

  by

  Jennifer O’Donnell

  Copyright 2015 Daisey Chain Publishing

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  From the Publisher

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  Authors’ Information

  Jennifer O’Donnell

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  Jennifer O'Donnell's writing is intended for couples; it is meant to be an inspiration for them to expand and enhance their relationship, especially the sexual aspects of their time together. Jenn emphasizes the sacred nature of the marriage bond, even as she encourages the couple to explore whether or not they are broadminded and adventurous enough to bring a third party or new experience to the marriage bed. Her obvious goal is to encourage each of the individual partners to express his or her wants, needs and desires to the other in an effort to make their intimacy even more meaningful and, should that expression lead to the couple's experimenting with a new twist or a different turn, then more power to her and to them. Jenn takes real-life situations and spins them into a gossamer web that shows their golden nature and tempts the edges of convention of an individual partnership in a most provocative manner.

  I always enjoy feedback so feel free to email me at: Jeninflorida_2006@yahoo.com

  Tell me what you like, or didn’t like. I’m all ears. Always looking for new ideas!

  Anita Nelson a picture perfect successful woman that any young girl would like to be when she grows up. Aside from her beauty, Anita is also proud of her achievements in life. While just in her mid-twenties, Anita already has a successful job as a manager at the New York Stock Exchange. Her friends from high school and college nicknamed her ‘the Wall Street girl’, and Anita is both proud and humbled at the recognition of her exemplary skill in marketing.

  But aside from her personal achievements, Anita is pleased to have a doting husband named James. James works as a banker in NASDAQ, and with their well-paying jobs, Anita and James lead a very comfortable life. They own a big house in Upper Manhattan; have house helpers to tend to their needs and quite a stash in their bank accounts. Anita and James have everything life has to offer, but for some reason, their long-awaited child is not yet given to them. Not that they were too excited with the prospect of having a child, of course. James has always told Anita that they are still young and have a lot of time in their hands to build a family before they reach their thirties. Anita knew that her husband was right but somehow, being in a marriage with no child has an effect on her.

  On their way to work one morning, James praised Anita’s style in dressing up. Anita wore a white long sleeved blouse under a cool gray jacket and pencil skirt. She gave her ensemble life by wearing a pink Hermes scarf with little butterflies printed on it. Her heels were black Louboutin, which James described as her sexiest accessory.

  Anita “I love your outfit today, honey.” James said with a smile. Anita unconsciously twirled her long hair in her manicured fingers. It was her habit when she felt happy and excited.

  “Thank you. I like your jacket.” Anita said in return. James laughed.

  “You were the one who bought this for me, remember?” he said. Anita chuckled.

  “Why yes, I did, which is why I like it.” Anita replied. The two drove in silence until they reached Anita’s office building. James opened the door for his wife and planted a swift kiss on her lips before parting.

  “See you later.” James said and then drove away. Anita looked at her husband’s car until it was out of sight before she went inside the building. The friendly security guard greeted her ‘good morning’, and she quickly smiled and greeted back. If you want a good working environment, be kind to everyone at work, Anita said in her mind.

  On her way to the elevator, she noticed a few of the employees had already begun working. Anita felt a little sad, she realized that everyone is busy earning a living. She wondered if they left their families and kids early and only see them in the evening. Anita felt a bit guilty. Her married life was so easy because she did not have kids to think about.

  Anita waited for the elevator to reach her floor. She needed to reach the seclusion of her office as soon as possible but when the doors opened, she was shocked to see the Vice President’s hands roaming all over his secretary. The two were so busy groping each other that they did not even notice they had an audience. Anita coughed once but they were so deep in their sensual world, they didn’t hear her. Ignoring their blatant display of carnal affection, Anita rode the elevator and pressed the closed door button quickly. She watched as the floor numbers lit up one by one. They were at the first floor, then up to the second, third, fourth…

  “Oh my God, you are so hot!” the Vice President murmured. The secretary moaned seductively as she inched her skirt higher to let the vice president’s hand inch their way up to her pussy. Anita, began to fidget, her focus was to keep staring at the elevator door but the metal doors reflected the two lovers behind her. Anita closed her eyes. What a scene to witness at six-thirty in the morning! She then looked upwards. They were now on the thirteenth floor. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…

  “You are so fucking sexy!” the vice president exclaimed as they exchanged a very hot and wet kiss that created a sucking sound with their lips. Anita and the whole company knew that the Vice President was a pervert, but this was beyond her low expectations of him.

  Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…

  “Sir, rub my clit – yeah, that’s it…” the secretary begged. Anita almost threw up but then the bell sounded and floor number twenty-three lit up and the elevator doors opened. The vice president and his secretary did not even notice her getting on and off the elevator, so she did not feel the need to bid them good bye. Anita was flushed when she reached the privacy of her office. She hated the fact that some people take sex for granted when she believed that sex is a manifestation of love. Anita slumped down on her swivel chair, and started to think of what she witnessed in the elevator. For a second, a voice in her mind whispered that she envied the couple, but then her more rational mind shut that voice down.

  “Are you crazy? Educated people like you would not stoop down to that level!” Anita chastised herself.

  For the rest of the day, Anita worked harder than usual to dispense the thought of sex out from her mind.

  James took Anita to a five-star restaurant for dinner. Anita was enjoying their excellent meal, and she was impressed when James did not forget to order her favorite – fresh oysters drenched in wine. Anita took pleasure in their conversation, even if it was about the stocks. James could be an intellectual and a clown in a conversation, and he can swing from one role to another without any effort. It was one of the things that Anita loved about her husband, but upon remembering the steamy incident in the elevator, Anita’s attention suddenly shifted from her husband to the oysters she was eating.

  She wondered if the Vice President liked oysters so much he wanted to eat his secretary’s for breakfast.

  “What do you think, Anita? Does Trump have a
great chance in winning the elections?” James nudged. Anita almost coughed. Why is she even thinking of licentious things in front of her husband and in front of their meal?

  “I…I guess so.” She replied. Anita watched as James sucked the oyster off his shell, and the slurping sound he made was so much like the noisy kissing of the Vice President and his ever-willing secretary.

  Stop it! Anita screamed inside her mind. Anita tried to eat more, but her hands were shaking.

  “Are you blushing? What’s up with you today?” James asked. Anita darted her eyes away. Personally, she did not even know why she was behaving so peculiarly, and why her mind seemed to enjoy thinking about sex the whole day. Isn’t it enough that she was aroused from morning until night?

  “Nothing. I just feel a bit worn-out today.” She replied. James dropped the issue and finished his meal before they left the restaurant. On their way home, Anita kept looking out her window watching the cars pass by, and thinking why she felt so disturbed. When they reached home, James quickly went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and Anita went to her wardrobe room. She looked at herself in the wall to ceiling mirror and wondered what was wrong with her. She couldn’t say that she was a sex-starved wife for she and James have sex twice a week, but lately…

  “I can’t stand this.” She muttered and then undressed. She put her shoes on her shoe cabinet and then proceeded to remove her scarf. When the jacket was off her, she stared at her breasts. She was well-endowed ever since puberty, and her big breasts where all-natural. She remembered how self-conscious she was when she was a teenager and guys would stare at her breasts as if she was carrying a magical thing they all wanted to have. When she was dating James, he had complimented her breasts and that was when she felt sexier and more comfortable with her D-cups. Anita slowly inched her hand inside her blouse, poking her fingers through the spaces in between the buttons. When the tip of her finger touched her nipple, she felt electrocuted. Anita repeated touching herself until she could not take it any longer. Quickly, she removed her blouse and fondled her breasts using both her hands. She closed her eyes and imagined herself and an unknown man in an elevator. Images of a stranger’s hand groping and playing with her chest was sending her over the edge.

  “Oh my…” Anita moaned. She was in bliss when she heard James calling her in their bedroom.

  “Anita! I am done showering! You are next!” he called. Anita was pulled from her pleasurable imagination and with a disappointed look in her eyes, she removed all her clothes and wrapped herself in her bath towel.

  “Coming!” she called out.

  Anita thought that her daydreaming of steamy sex will be gone after a few days, but to her surprise, her wanton ideas just became more and more intense. She tried to convince James to have sex every night, and while James was always accommodating to her, she felt that James really did not like to have sex. Anita thought that maybe he was tired. Maybe he just didn’t want to have sex that night and on the few nights that followed, but something was amiss.

  Is James having an affair? Anita wondered, but it could not be. James is a doting husband and she was sure that she is the only one James is bedding.

  Maybe I am the problem, she finally said. She knew that she was restless and wanting, but she didn’t expect that her ideas of a hot and adventurous sex life would affect her this much. All her life, Anita thought that she was this demure, professional and educated woman who would not engage in lowly things, but here she was, craving for touch and warmth that only a virile, male body could provide.

  In her will to avoid having these licentious ideas in her mind, Anita stopped using the elevator whenever the Vice-President and his secretary would ride it, or if she was alone with a man. Anita never saw the idea of being unfaithful to James as appealing, but being in a room with a man reminded her of sex and sensuality, and Anita was not okay with that. She tried to shake this unsatisfied feeling away, but it just would not go.

  One day in her office, a client left her bundles of magazines. Anita would normally put it in a corner and wait for the person to claim her stuff, but for some reason, Anita scanned the Cosmopolitan magazine after seeing a couple wearing skimpy swimwear on the cover. Anita was interested with the few featured articles inside, including “How to Reignite Your Husband’s Waning Ardor”, “How to be More Adventurous in Bed”, and “Why Manscaping Down there is a Must.”

  “What is this?” she curiously asked and then opened the Cosmopolitan magazine. She flipped through the pages and read those articles until she felt herself getting aroused.

  Offer your husband a sensual massage, making sure to concentrate on his erogenous zones…

  Men like blowjobs so much it is on their list of top five favorite things…

  Whips and straps add more spice to your sex life…

  Anita forgot the paperwork waiting in front of her since she was so immersed with the article, especially the one on how to give a good blowjob in detail, with step by step instructions, Anita felt warm and moist between her legs. She would normally go to the washroom to check if she was having her monthly period, but not this time. Anita was sure that this was not her monthly period, and when she spread her legs to touch her panties, she felt that it was already wet from her juices.

  “Why am I like this?” she asked angrily but then she continued touching herself through her soaking underwear. At first she was only applying pressure on her clit, but when she felt hotter and hotter with each passing second, she started pinching, pushing, and massaging her clit until she felt raw.

  “Oh G-goooddddd…” she moaned until she exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. She soaked her swivel chair but she didn’t care; her orgasm was so good she even had to catch her breath afterwards. When her heartbeat steadied, Anita weakly moved to the next pages and looked for the tips on how to shave down there. Anita felt a little scandalized when she saw how many designs are out there! The most famous among those pubic hair designs were the “landing strip”, “postage stamp”, “martini”, “Bermuda triangle”, “mohawk” and “heart attack”. There is the simplest of them all, the “my bare lady” which entails removing all of the pubic hair and make the entrance of your love tunnel as bare as Barbie’s. Anita cringed at the fact of going all bare down there. She didn’t want James to feel that he is making love with a five-year old, and she also did not want to be too bushy, either. All these years, the farthest that Anita went in manscaping between her legs is trimming off the ends of the pubic hair that might show up outside her bikini. She never thought that there could be shapes and patterns in trimming herself down south, and if this topic matters a lot in the first place, she was sure that James would have asked her to trim her bush.

  Well, not all men can ask that from their woman, right? Her mind argued. Just as she did not have the courage to tell James to remove his curly pubic hair, James would likely not tell her to trim hers.

  In the end, Anita took her iPhone and took a picture of the pattern she liked the most. She then called James and told him not to pick her up in the office. Anita then listed the things she needed in trimming her pubic hair, and when she was done for the day, she went to the nearby health and beauty shop to purchase her new tools.

  James wanted to take Anita to a Chinese restaurant for dinner, but since she insisted that he not pick her up from her office, James ordered a takeout instead. Anita loves stir-fry Hong Kong noodles, rice dumplings and oriental green tea. He made sure that he had all of his wife’s favorites. As he approached their house, he saw Lea, one of their house helpers.

  “Is Anita home?” James asked.

  “Miss Anita arrived twenty minutes ago, sir.” She replied. James nodded and gave a little wave when Lea bade goodbye for the day.

  “See you tomorrow!” James said and then went inside. Anita was not in the living room or the kitchen so he went to their bedroom. Sure enough, her handbag and office clothes were sprawled in the bed, but there was no Anita.

  “Anita?” he c
alled, but no one answered. James then removed his clothes and changed into a white shirt and shorts. He decided to use the bathroom but then heard a rustle of water inside. The door was not locked and he was about to surprise his wife when suddenly he was the one who was surprised.

  He saw Anita leaning on the cold wall, naked and dripping wet under the shower, with one of her legs lifted and resting on top of the built-in marble seat attached to the wall. Anita was facing his direction but she did not see him because she was looking down on her pussy.

  “Wow…” James muttered when he saw his wife trimming her pubic hair. She was holding a sharp, disposable razor, a foamy shaving cream, and strips. She was concentrating on getting her hair down there to shape like a mini landing strip, and the sight aroused James. His cock started to become rock hard like a pole, and his sac felt heavy. James watched as the droplets of water rushed down from the shower, to Anita’s hair, and down to her breasts, stomach, and then lower until they reached her exposed pussy. Anita never shaved her pubic hair, and this is the first time that James saw her so exposed and bare like this, without the hair covering it.

  “Such a sight.” He muttered as his hand traveled down to his pulsing cock. He lightly touched it through his shorts and he felt it jump in excitement. James’ mouth watered. He really wanted to lick Anita’s glistening pussy!

  “At last!” Anita said happily. She was about to look up and James was quick to move away from the bathroom door and out from Anita’s sight. He took deep, calming breaths to calm his raging libido, and he almost buckled when he saw a wet spot on his shorts.

  I came just by watching her shave. What the hell? James thought to himself. He then replaced his briefs and shorts with clean ones. He didn’t want Anita to think that he is itching to fuck her shaved pussy, or that he peeked while she was shaving in the first place.