Authors: Crystal C. Waters
Water’s Wet Erotica
Including the Virgin to Vixen Series
Seven Short Stories by
Crystal C. Waters
Water’s Wet Erotica
Published by Crystal C. Waters
Crystal C. Waters
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To everyone: We all start out as a virgin
and somewhere along the
found the middle ground that turned
has seven short stories.
It is a
the reader. This short story should be viewed as such. The story will
you on an adventure into a world of sex that you may or may not be familiar with.
Please note that these stories contain explicit
and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age.
“I am what I am.”
“You’re a wolf in sheep
“Then you are my prey.
the paddle on her pretty white ass
I heard her grunt rebelliously while she tried to
. She was
—she was a
thought she could walk into our
the role of a dominatrix.
would learn quickly
have to fuck her way up the sex
a high position
and rubbed the apple
where my paddle
connected with her skin.
to the touch, and my cold hand made her flinch.
I ran my fingers into the crack of her ass and slid my pinky over her anus to the hot, wet sensation between her legs. I thought I heard her moan.
“Now, you’re being a good girl,” I told her. I could feel my own panties quickly becoming
over her reactions.
? Were you
before you became a dominatrix?”
“Did I say you could speak?”
I saw her ass cheeks clench together. She was preparing for my pussy
to connect with her again. I felt a tinge of
that she thought I would be that stupid as to
her when she expected it.
I was much better than that.
“My story is
. I’m not sure I could
it justice if I were to
“Can you try
?” she asked.
I knew she was trying to
, but in a way, I liked that she asked me
of sexual gratification,
everyone thinks of themselves. But this little red
I had tied down to a kitchen table with a foam
under her stomach so that her ass was in the air,
asked about me. She deserved an answer.
I placed my paddle down on the table between her legs. I ran my hand over her ass and rested it on the small of her back. “Little one, you’ve earned a story.”
I saw her eyes light up and her
white teeth flash behind her
I sat down in a chair near the table, close enough to
her, and I began t
o recall the events of my life—the events that led me to the massage parlor that doubled as a fetish house.
I wasn’t sure how far to
back, so I started back to the turning point that I could remember.
I was five years old when I first learned that sex was a
thing. I was sitting on the
in our kitchen, playing with my
our male dog
jumped onto the
He moved in a strange rhythmic
that I had never seen before.
At the time, I thought the male dog was killing the female dog. But I watched in awe until my mother walked into the kitchen and k
icked the male dog in his ribs.
My mother’s high
along with the dog booted across the room scared
me. But I was intrigued
by my mother’s response to what the dogs were doing as much as I was intrigued by what the dogs were doing
My mother had made her feelings
of dismay and revulsion
clear to me
“I know.” I stood and began to
. It was
to talk to this female stranger about my childhood. But oddly, it felt
I could tell that my red
to hear more of the story.
I walked behind her, picked up my pussy
and slammed it hard against her ass.
This time, s
he didn’t expect my paddle. That
what made her
reaction all the more exciting.
Like a mouse, she squealed out in pain. I
I continued my story. “
My next encounter with sex was when I was eight. I heard a moaning sound that came from my
brother’s bedroom. I was curious, so I got out of bed and tiptoed to his room.
His door was cracked
open a tiny bit
and I could see my brother watching a movie on the computer.
When I looked c
, I could see
that movie included two girls
kissing. I inhaled and threw my hand over my mouth
to keep a gasp from escaping
. When I looked at my brother, I only
profile. His right hand moved up and down his dick. At the time, I compared it with Snickers, our male dog.
I was mesmerized at the pleasure he looked
like he was in the middle of enjoying
I was different.
I knew my
was different from his and Snickers. I didn’t have what they had and that made me
. I wanted to continue to
om broke up that
She came through the hallway and saw me peeping at my brother and all hell broke loose.
my mother had scorned him with her verbal
, and she began to pray over him
as he hurriedly tried to cover himself. She was trying to
that she claimed possessed my brother.”
“Your mom was religious?”
I shrugged. “No, she was
fucked up. She even refused to
stepfather. She had
issues with sex
and she aimed to pass on her dysfunctional beliefs on me and my brother
how did you
he asked me.
“Don’t be impatient,” I said with my hand raised up in the air. I wanted her to know that I would slam my hand down on her bare ass at any
. I realized
she was a fast learner in the lessons of bondage. I ran my hand through my short, spiked
hair. I felt my nipples
. I knew there was a lot to teach this girl, and I’d make sure
erstood the mental connection
between Mistress and submissive.
she asked in a sweet, respectful tone.
“Yes,” I said as I walked around the table
contemplating my next
on her young, fresh skin.
I wanted to
her skin from snow
white to a beet
I wanted her to