Self Discovery

Heather Dawson



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"CREATIVE SEXUAL ENERGY FROM HEATHER"

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Please, won't you come and join me in a journey through

human sexuality. We will explore together, the emotional as

well as the physical sides of pleasure. We will encounter

people, sometimes fictitious, who have discovered that a

total loss of inhibitions can expand ones consciousness.

The women, men and all the others we will meet will inspire

us to ponder our own sensuality. My stories are sometimes

true, directly from my own personal experiences. Some of

them are half-truths, and some are fantasies. I will leave

it up to you to decide which are which.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy our travels together. I

truly believe that you will. And I hope that, out of all

of my tales of pleasure, you will stumble on something that

will benefit you in your search for sexual freedom within

yourself.

HEATHER

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COPYRIGHT (C) 1990 - By Heather Dawson - All rights

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The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been

almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain

were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I

decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers

had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the

business project that was before me. I had, for sometime,

been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like

I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was

illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring

air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to

toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as

I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking

curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin

seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an

ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush

lips and deep grey eyes.

I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my

cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I

looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and

round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them. I

moved my hands to release them from the contraption that

embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a sudden

glow.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my

own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my

eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped

lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my

nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary

fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed

again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I

felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows

against my hips.

I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the

corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the

side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become

fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I

watched myself convince my other hand to render the other

bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the

floor beneath me.

I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no

longer compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror

as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina,

the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to

where my vaginal lips began to part. I felt the moistness

that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose

intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

I spread my legs slightly apart as I began to massage my

clitoris, pressing it between my fore and middle fingers.

The motion increased my secretions much to my pleasure, and

I began to press delicately, nurturing it until I felt it

begin to swell.

I saw myself as a glorious vision of loveliness as I began

my decent to the carpet. Now on my hands and knees, I

turned sideways seeing my breasts hang down, greeting their

new environment with utter elegance and grace. I raised my

feet above my buttocks, supported only by my hands and

knees. I lowered my bosom enabling me to massage them on the

soft, yet scruffy carpet.

I began to move slowly back and forth as I watched my

nipples graze the textile. It was a wondrous sensation as I

again felt them become fully erect. I felt a drop of my

essence roll down my inner thigh. I raised to face my

mirrored image, relishing my sexual glory, I sat with my

legs spread apart, resting my buttocks on the heels of my

feet.

I watched enthralled as I raised hands to my breasts, again

with my thumb and fore-finger, I rolled the nipples, they

tingled with extraordinary pleasure. I pulled them outward

and increased the applied pressure, I raised them upward and

exposed the ivory skin beneath. I pulled and tugged at them

until I could stand no more. I placed both hands onto them

and began to squeeze and massage all of their area.

I watched myself as I was doing this and revelled in the

release of my stress. I felt a sense of security knowing

that I could be in control of at least on thing in my

life...the way I made love to myself. My sensations and

confidence allowed me to become totally uninhibited,

exploring my body and my total sexuality.

I abandoned my thoughts and moved my hands down to my

vagina, curiously watching the mirror to see what I would do

next. I glided a finger to the opening of my tunnel and

felt my warm juices oozing. I slid my finger inside me and

began to explore the inner walls of my pleasure center.

I entered another finger and watched myself glide them in

and out, in and out.

I began to grind rhythmically against my fingers, I pumped

them harder and faster as I began to moan in a low whisper.

My essence was flowing freely so my fingers glided easily, I

watched my image in the mirror and began to increase my

trusts. I pushed harder against my hand as I watched my

lips spread and contract. I used my other hand to steadily

massage my clitoris, only to increase my stimulation

tenfold. I felt and watched as my body began to

involuntarily convulse, the ritual that would bring me full

climax.

I pulled my fingers out of my vagina and rubbed the thick

juices over my entire vaginal area, then I re-inserted them.

I spread my lips with my other hand and caressed them

gently, rubbing the juices into them. I watched my fingers

slide in and out of my vagina in the mirror. I watched my

mouth open and my tongue spread fiery saliva across my lips.

My pace quickened, and my long, hard thrusts turned to

short, violent ones. I flicked a finger quickly on my

clitoris as the others pumped me faster. My head fell back,

I let out deep sighs of pleasure . . . I knew that I was

there.

My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.

Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I

plunged my fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my

clitoris with extreme pressure. My juices gushed onto my

fingers and hands in colossal volume. I continued gliding

my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing speed and force.

I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,

my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I

turned to query the mirror with one final gaze. I again saw

myself as glorious. I had never experienced anything like

this before, nor had I ever dreamed of anything similar. I

had felt my total womanhood . . . more importantly, I had

seen her.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back

the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended...inside and out.

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I hope that you enjoyed our little visit, I certainly did!

There is a special place that I would like you to know

about, it's my own mail folder on DataStar, (nodes 2 & 3),

it's called "HEATHERS IN & OUT BOX". Please feel free to

give me a call there anytime. You can leave me messages,

let me know what you think about my stories, or just engage

in some chit-chat. Come and join in on some good ole' adult

fun with me and my friends. Bring along some of your own

friends if you like...we'd love to have you all! I'm sure

we can have a delightfully wonderful time together.

Hope to hear from you soon!

HEATHER --