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Archive-name: Solo/discover.f
Archive-author: Heather Dawson
Archive-title: Self Discovery


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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
            reserved except  as provided for herewith: This document MAY
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            part or whole nor sold, or combined with other products sold
            commercially, without  the express written permission of the
            author.



            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
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