Monday, February 24, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Sweet Revenge Part 1

When Kelli’s friend Nina told me at the bar that she wanted to fuck me, something clicked in my mind. I remembered what had happened between us earlier, even if she didn't.

With that in mind, I slipped her one of my business cards while Kelli was busy putting on her coat. I didn't say a word to Nina, just smiled at her, calmly.  That should do the trick, I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to both women and told Kelli that I would see her at our first appointment, very soon.

Driving home, at first my mind kept returning to Kelli, but soon thoughts of Nina overtook me.

It has all happened two years ago, as I was just embarking on my journey of transformation. At the time, I was still significantly overweight and out of shape. It had reached the point where it was profoundly affecting my interactions with women. I had joined the affair site and had been a member for only a few weeks, when I spotted Nina. She was sexy and flirty, and responded quickly to my messages, so we arranged to meet for dinner. I told her that I loved sushi, and she said she did too. As it happened, there was a great little sushi place, Sushi Yamu, close to where both of us lived, so we arranged to meet there.

When Nina came in, I stood up to greet her, and instantly knew that things were not going to go well. She looked me up and down, and didn't even really try to hide her reaction. Clearly, I was not what she was expecting.  She sat down abruptly and took up a menu, then ordered and ate as quickly as possible. I tried to mask my disappointment; we definitely  had a connection online and I had hoped that it would continue in person.

The meal was short and awkward. At the end, I offered to walk her to her car and she turned to me and said something that stuck with me for a long, long time: “Look, Jake. You’re nice and everything, but I just don’t think that there is a romantic future for us, OK? You’re just…not my type. Maybe if you worked out a little bit more we might have a chance, but….”.  Her sentence trailed off as she looked at me and just shook her head, her full lips in a disapproving pout. I was in shock; I couldn't believe how rude she was being.

“Uh, OK.” I blurted. And with that, she walked away.

Her words had really stung, and I had fantasized many times about what I’d like to do and say to Nina if our paths ever crossed again. I thought of fucking her, fast and furious…driving my cock into her wet pussy while she begged for more and more. Now, against all the odds, here she was…offering to fuck me! This is too crazy, I thought.

Not even a few days later, my phone buzzed and I saw that I had a text message. Crazily, the name read “Sushi Nina”. I couldn't believe it, but apparently her number was still saved in my phone from two years earlier. The text read:

“Hey sexy. It’s Nina, from Dolce Vita. Wanna grab a bite sometime this week? Xoxoxoxoxo”

I didn't reply. Not for two full days. Let her really, really want it, I thought. Finally, I responded, brusquely: “OK, Nina. Sushi Yamu, tomorrow. 7:30 pm.”  That was it. I wondered if the name of the sushi joint would spark her memory.

She answered my text within 20 minutes. “OK, see you there, hot stuff! Xoxoxoxoxo”. Clearly she hadn't made the connection.

I couldn't believe how easy this was. What a shallow bitch! Obviously she was only interested in the slim, ripped Jake. I found myself fantasizing again about what I would do to her if I got her into bed…I was going to take out my frustrations on her, show her who was boss. I imagined her face contorting as I thrust my swollen cock in and out of her mouth, and how her thighs would quiver with anticipation as I made her hold back from cumming. Oh yes, Nina was about to see a new me.

What happens on Jake and Nina’s date? Check back soon to find out…

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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Dom Ice Fantasy

It's been a long, hard stressful day at work.  It's 4:30 pm, and I get my text. It reads  “520 {v}”.  I know, she knows, we both need it.  It's a long drive home, the winter has been cold and icy, the worst in years.  I pull into the driveway, and watch the melting ice start to freeze over the house as the temperatures drop again.  I look over the dripping water on my rain chain gutter, as the water is slowly freezing into jagged ice as the temperature drops.  I break off a newly formed icy point from the chain of icicles.  I am going to tease her with the cold torture. Walking to the house I get the text again: “Sir 520 {v} I await you”.

I walk into the house, and there is my angel, on her knees in the submissive position, waiting for me.  I grab her hand and walk her to my sitting chair. Slowly, I bend her over my lap, and proceed to tell her about my frustrating day.  Between sentences, I give her several firm spanks on one ass cheek, holding her flesh, feeling the rush of blood running through her body.  I spank her other cheek also, as not to neglect it, feeling the rush of sexuality running through my veins.

I tell her, “Angel, today is your day”.  Walking her to the bedroom, I blindfold her, and strap her wrists to each bed post.  The icicle is still on a platter in the front room, still hard and thick. I bring it to the bedroom and then take the icicle and begin tracing her body.  I work from her left hand, wrist, arm, shoulder, to her ear, cheeks, mouth, lips…then make my way down to her left nipple, bottom of her chest, body quivering, down her stomach, across her pubic bone, around her thighs back up her right side, chest, nipple, mouth, cheek, and finish my way to her right wrist.  By now, the icicle is half melted from her body heat.  My angel is worming and squirming on the bed; I retrace the same path slowly with the tip of my tongue, kissing her mouth, biting her lips, stopping at her nipple for a hard bite, teasing her fiery pussy with my mouth, back up to her right nipple and wrist.  She is holding back her orgasm, and I tell her that today she will cum hard.  Keeping her bound, I work my way down her body with my mouth, water glistening off her heated body, till I make my way to her already throbbing clit.  Holding her legs down with my arms, I taste her sweet juices, and suck on her pussy lips and clit hard, kissing the hood passionately.  I tell her to release, I want to taste her juices.  She immediately cums hard, and I suck and pull her clit just as hard into my mouth. Holding her legs, she tries to buck free.  Then I crawl my way back up her shivering body, as she begs me to have me inside her, and I tease her clit and hood with the tip of my mushroom cock.  I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Angel, I want to feel you in my own way: scissors”.  She nods her head; she knows what I want.

I release her hands from the bedposts, and move her to her right side.  I straddle her right leg, and lift her left leg bent onto a pillow.  I have full view of her amazing ass and pussy, and it's throbbing and calling from my cock to go deep inside her.  I take the half melted icicle, and slowly place it inside her, and she moans with extreme pleasure.  I pull it out, and taste her amazing juices; then I plunge my already hard cock deep inside her, legs interlocked.  I lift her left ass cheek a bit more so I can go deeper inside her. I take her hard and furious, releasing my day’s frustrations on her. Banging furiously and forcefully, I tell her I need her to taste my release, I want to see her beautiful eyes gazing at me as she takes in all of me.  She feels me getting bigger and harder, and I wet my thumb, slowly teasing her cute asshole, penetrating it gently. She can't take the thumb anal probe bumping her gspot and my thick cock simultaneously, it's amazingly tight and she cums again in rippling fashion; she can't stop pulling herself deeper into my shaft.  I watch her pussy lips hug my shaft with each in and out thrust.  I need to cum now, and I tell her it's time.

She jumps off, and I grab the blindfolds off of her, and push hard into her waiting mouth. I watch her viciously suck my member, enjoying trying to get every sweet cum drop out of me.  Watching her amazing beautiful eyes tear up, I explode in her hot mouth and she tongue swirls around my back edge of my tip, just how I like it.  I grab the back of her head and hold her there, omg amazing.  She knows to keep sucking and taking every drop. She also knows we can go again, without rest, but not today.  Now I just want to hold her close, treasuring what I have found, and have made a part of my life.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

MHS Pourri: About Me

MHS Pourri is a writer, entrepreneur, wine drinker and coffee addict based in New Jersey. Pourri’s writings aim to explore sexuality and sensuality, including the BDSM lifestyle, through the beauty of the written word.  He is currently working on his first novel, The Spice of Life, which chronicles the many adventures of Jake Furie Lapin, a loving Dom, as well Kelli Lemberg, his sex therapist.  MHS Pourri encourages all of his readers and fans to explore this website and check out the blogs.  Let him know your thoughts through your comments and feedback. Some basic questions about MHS Pourri

1.  How did you get that big scar? Well, that's actually a long story.  Truth is, I've told so many different stories about my scar, I don't even know what's real anymore, and who knows what truth.  But me and a few of my best friends from kindergarten got so tired of telling the truth, as we grew up through high school, several truths have developed around the scar.  The real truth, is hidden in the book, and to be honest, I don't even think of the physical scar anymore, the ones on my heart keep me up at night.

2.  What was your first job? At 17, I fell in puppy love with a 20 year old woman who lived a few blocks from me.  She worked in a place that did telephone surveys.  I followed her there, and landed a job doing phone surveys.  She quit the job pretty quick, but I ended up being pretty good at it.  My first survey was a study on toilet paper, which kept people on the phone for over 20 minutes.  I've done all types of surveys, from politics, to movies, to food, etc.  That job was the best thing that ever happened to me, because it taught me how to listen, how to keep someone's attention on the phone, how to listen for voice deflections, how to talk fast and slow, and how converse with people in general.  Most people who run into me say I'm very easy to talk to, bottom line is..I just listen and ask questions.

3.  What are some of your hobbies? Sports Interests? I actually love football.  Mom never let me play high school though, as she thought it would interfere with my studies.  So I took up hockey as the games were played Friday night.  I am an avid New York Rangers fan.  When I was younger I followed the Green Bay Packers and San Francisco 49ers, and of course those Cowboys.  But as anyone who truly is into sports, fantasy leagues ruin everything, and you become more of a player fan than a team fan.  I do also follow the Yankees.  As far as hobbies, I love eating new foods, tapas in some areas.  I enjoy cooking, the beach, playing poker, and socializing with friends. I watch some TV, mostly History Channel or Discover, as I love to learn new things, and I firmly believe the past has so much to teach us, we just can't simply ignore it.  I am not religious, but spiritual, I believe in not harming anyone, and just live life to the fullest, it's truly short.  Live in the moment!

4.  What's your favorite type of music?  I listen to all types, but was raised on heavy metal, alternative rock, and some hip hop.  Ok, so I'll mention a few bands, Depeche Mode, Metallica, Nirvana, David Bowie, and The Cure.  I truly believe they are musical geniuses.

5.  How did you learn to type so fast? Ha, well in high school, I had another crush.  She took typing class and I joined the same class.  Again, I excelled in it, and actually took the 2nd year of typing.  It was such a blessing as I could crank out papers in high school and college in under 1 hour, where most people spent the weekend.  Things really happen for a reason.  Follow your heart, cause the reason will expose itself down the road.

6.  What inspired you to write this book? I've read, seen, heard, felt, and created a lot in my life.  Some are of course personal, some are ones I've seen and embellished, some are just fantasies I've created or have been told to me in the past.  It needs to be read and heard.

7.  What's up with your profile picture? Lol, well.  I have a few quirks, kinks myself.  I love dearly what I am writing about, but let's be real, I want to make money, a ton of it, and then I don't want anyone pestering me in my public life.  I am very private. In my young career, I made several people millions of dollars, with the promise, a handshake promise, that they would in the end take care of me for my hard work.  I've been burned. It's my turn now, and this is something I always wanted to do, and since it has my whole heart, I know it will succeed, as my past products that had my full attention always caught fire.   People are cruel, and there are a select few I trust that I can see myself enjoying the rest of my life.

8.  What college did you attend? What was your major? I won't tell you exactly where, but I did attend several, and not because of bad grades, but because of life's circumstances I had to move.  I have always wanted to help people express their ideas and dreams better so I have committed to doing just that.  Imagine a world where everyone could effectively communicate their desires, where every dream could find its audience? That’s the world I seek to create.  I am always surprised how people shy from their hidden desires and thoughts, where I tend to express them freely, and I feel that the people that are attracted to those thoughts will gravitate towards me.  I did major in Engineering and Finance, a dual major.  I am about 3 classes short of finishing my dual major, but simply stopped because school burned me out, and the end of my college career, I was offered a lucrative job in Manhattan for over $65,000.  At 20, who could turn that down?  I figured I could always finish at night school, but in the end, my experience was worth more than the degree.

9.  Did that twins scene really happen? All I can say is hell in a melon is a true story.

10.  You say Jake is a demi-character? how much of you is in the character? I get asked this alot, and I laugh it out, and recently have answered, "How much of Walt Disney is in Mickey Mouse?", or "Do you ask Kermit the Frog is Jim Henson in you?".  Let's say all the childhood blogs are very true, and the adult stories are pretty close, but it is fiction, and of course the names are changed to protect me.

11.  Are you really a Dom? Yes, in RL, and currently have no SUB.  Not looking at the moment, as it takes a special kinda someone who can deal with a writer, a sex writer, who is tweeting and networking sexually with the world to promote this book.  Perhaps when this project is done, the one who can bear my emotions and up and downs, will be there.

Anything else, feel free to ask me, I'm an open book ;-)


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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Jake Furie Lapin: Dolce Vita Part 1

When I headed to Dolce Vita that evening, I needed to unwind. I’d been working hard and also thinking a lot about that redhead from the website: the one with the sky-high legs. I’d been fantasizing about fucking her: feeling her mouth on my cock, then running my palms up her smooth, long thighs to her warm, wet pussy before entering her. When I’d mentioned the bar to her it then seemed natural to go there myself, later on. I knew she was wondering why I hadn't replied to her last message, but I had my reasons. There were a few things I needed to sort out first. There was something about her that demanded my attention, but other matters were pressing.

I positioned myself near the bar and started casually chatting to a pretty, young blonde, who was wearing a filmy, almost see-through white top and green skinny jeans. She was cute but a little bit too vacant and ditsy for my taste, so I occupied myself with practicing my charm offensive and seeing if I could get her to offer me her number. It happened within ten minutes. Too easy, too easy. I thought, and sipped my drink, feeling a bit bored.

That’s when I noticed the two women. They were sitting together, near the wall. One was very voluptuous and dark-haired, wearing a slinky little ensemble that showed off all her assets, perhaps a little too much. The other had long, auburn hair and was dressed in a striking red wrap dress. I was intrigued; why did they both look so familiar? The redhead reminded me of the woman from the website, but I had never really seen the online woman’s face clearly. The legs matched, though, that was for sure. I could imagine running my hands over for days on end. I remembered my fantasy of fucking her and immediately felt my cock get stiff.

The dark-haired girl looked familiar too, even more familiar than the redhead, but I couldn't quite place her. I must have been gazing at the two of them quite intently because they suddenly started whispering to each other and smiling. Before I knew it, the redhead was on her feet and came over to where I was standing. I was sure she was going to initiate a conversation, but she actually walked past me and into the ladies room. Hmmmmm.  I turned my attention back to the curvy brunette. She was openly checking me out, even running her hand slowly over her thigh, toying with the hem of her skirt, while her eyes invited me to fuck her. Her legs were parted slightly, invitingly and I could see that she wasn't wearing underwear. I could also see clearly that she was glistening wet for me. She smiled openly and tossed her hair. Where do I know you from?, I thought. It was right there at the edge of my mind…but right before I figured it out, the redhead came out of the bathroom and came up to the bar to order a drink. I heard her order a dirty martini. No way. The same drink as the online woman? This was getting weird. I had to talk to her, so I forgot about the brunette and moved over to the redhead.

And that’s when I saw it. She was wearing the necklace. It was the same white gold and ruby pendant that “K” from the website had worn. The dirty martini, the pendant, the sky-high legs – it was her, without a doubt. She was even sexier than I’d imagined, but I could see that she was a little bit shy, too. In that moment, I decided not to reveal who I was. I would play this out and see where it went.

What happens next with Kelli, Jake and Nina? You might be surprised…check in for Part 2 soon!


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Monday, February 10, 2014

MHS Pourri: Why I Decided to write again

Since grammar school, I always had a love for reading.  Back in those days, the reading that we did was basically confined to the Bible, with the same stories repeated over and over again from kindergarten through 8th grade.  I have vivid memories of asking my teachers questions about the meaning of certain passages; I would even ask the priests when we were forced to attend masses.  The most common answer I was given to my questions was “There are certain things you will never understand, and we just have to accept them as truth.” 

In earlier grades, I accepted that answer, but as I grew older, I questioned things more and more.  I found it suspicious that when it was convenient to them, that was the common answer.  I realize now that in reality, they had the same questions, but were just too scared to explore them.  I almost had to trick the nuns at my school into answering the questions, by asking them in a lawyer-like fashion. One of the famous questions I had stemmed from the book of Genesis, in which there is a passage that says “sons of God saw the daughters of men….” (Genesis 6:2).  I asked, “Who were these ‘sons of God’?”, since men and sons were clearly used in two different contexts.   The nuns would tell me that ‘sons of God’ are the angels. 

“Ahh”, I said.  “And the next line says that the sons of God saw the daughters of men were beautiful, took wives for themselves of all whom they chose…sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children..etc. These children were giants, etc. So are you telling me that the angels had sex with human females?”  Again, the answer was, “There are some things that can’t be taken literally or some things just can’t be understood or God’s knowledge is vast and beyond our comprehension”. 

Hmmmm.  So at that point in my life, probably around the age of six, I decided that most people are full of BS, and that almost no-one could be believed.

It seemed to me that the only answer was: read, read, read, write, comprehend, and make your own conclusions.  In this spirit, I started writing early, in high school, mostly about the pains I suffered in my early childhood, and early teens. 

When I was 22, I worked as a waiter in a small food chain, probably one of the best jobs I ever had in my lifetime.  One day they asked me to watch the parking lot, because I was probably the fittest and strongest of all the waiters.  I sat in a booth, listened to the radio, watching, and I heard an advertisement for a song-writing contest.  I entered one of my songs, and four weeks later, I was told that I won the contest and received $500.00 (the equivalent to a full month working at the restaurant). Little did I know, I had released the rights to the song, which was bought by an alternative music band, which in turn, made it to the top 10 songs for the year.  They made millions, I made $500.00.  I felt cheated, and knew then that life was full of money-hungry people, who are not concerned about other’s well-being.  For those who are wondering, I can’t say the name of the band or song, as to this day I am under a gag order, but I can talk about it. 

That experience left a bad taste in my mouth, and I stopped writing for years.  Then a few years ago, I found my now moldy book of writings, and it brought a smile to my face, as well as a renewed joy. I am older and wiser now, and have gone through more pain in my life than anyone can ever imagine or dream, so I decided that this was my time.  That song that was robbed from me was a lesson, one that now translates into the present. 

Then a few years ago, I found my now moldy book of writings, and I smile about the joy it brings me. I am older and wiser now, and more pain has gone through my life than anyone can ever imagine or dream, and so I decided, this was my time. The robbed song that I wrote was a lesson for me now. The lesson I learned taught me that I wasn't meant to be a writer then, I was meant to tell a story now, about life, about sex, about business relationships, about personal relationships, about love, and about honor


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Kelli Lemberg: The Deflowering Part 2

Prom night finally arrived. I had never felt more beautiful or excited as I left the house. My dress was shimmery, blue, and off-the-shoulder, and I pinned matching flowers in my auburn ringlets. I paid more attention to my make-up than ever before, smoothing on shimmery blue shadow and pink lip gloss.

When Paul picked me up, though, he gave me a quick looking over, and then waved me into his car. Before we’d even gone a block, he handed me an open beer, while we were driving.

“Paul…I…won’t we get in trouble?” 

“Don’t worry about it, hun. Tonight we’re gonna party!”

I don’t remember all that much about the actual dance. I know that Paul and I did dance together, but what I remember most is the number of drinks that he brought me. There were chaperons there, but Paul had a big plastic bottle full of vodka that he’d snuck in, and he kept adding it to the punch. I had never really been drunk before, and it really snuck up on me. Before I could slow down, the room was spinning and I only remember snatches of the conversations I had with people.

Before I knew it, the night was over. I wasn't really aware of what was going on, but I remember that Paul came up to me and grabbed me around the waist from behind, nuzzling my neck.

“C’mon, babe…let’s go out to the car.”

My memory of what followed is blurry, even to this day. That night, while I was almost too drunk to stand, Paul took my virginity in the back of his Thunderbird. I remember a sharp stabbing pain, and that he was rough with me. I know now that his roughness was due to his own level of inexperience, not because of any malice.  It was almost date rape, but not quite, because I do remember petting heavily with Paul in the car and then him asking me, “Wanna do it?” I answered “yes”, although in retrospect I didn't really know what I was doing. Also, I genuinely liked Paul. He was handsome, popular, strong…all the qualities that appealed to me.

Afterwards, Paul drove me home, gave me a kiss goodnight, and left.

We ‘went steady’ after that. Sex with Paul was a huge disappointment to me, though. It didn't improve much after the first time. He would thrust into me a few times, roughly, then cum within a few minutes. It was very mechanical. All the dreams I’d had as a young girl about romance and tenderness began to disappear.

I would have broken things off with Paul sooner rather than later, but a few weeks after prom, I realized that I had missed my period. A test revealed that I was pregnant. When I told Paul he was white-faced with fury, but to his credit, he told me that he would support me and the baby if I decided to keep it.  I did want to keep the baby, but our parents put a lot of pressure on both of us NOT to get married and seek an abortion. We talked about it, and decided to keep the baby, as my parents were very strict religiously, but Paul's parents disowned him and me.  So six months after prom, we tied the knot in a little ceremony in front of the justice of the peace. Three months later, our first beautiful daughter, Kaitlyn, was born.

Those early years were rough; Paul and I both had to delay college in order to eek out a living. Paul worked nights as janitor and days as a line cook, as we tried to save money.  My parents helped me watch the baby, and help pay for me through college, as it would be obvious I would be the bread winner in our marriage. Eventually things did get better but I’m not sure that he ever really forgave me for getting pregnant.

And the sex? Nothing much ever changed there, either.

Learn more about Kelli and her experiences in the next blog…


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Kelli Lemberg: The Deflowering Part 1

Growing up, my family situation was not ideal.  My father was an alcoholic, and was emotionally neglectful.  He never laid a hand on me, or my mother, but he would work long hours, only to come home drunk and pass out on the couch.  We barely spoke.

To escape from my home life, I put all my attention into my schoolwork.  I was always a good student, that is...at least until high school.  That’s when I met Nina, who had moved to my town from California.

Nina was a true wild child.  The whole reason her family had moved was because Nina was showing “behavioral problems” in her hometown.  She started sneaking drinks at the age of 12, and at the age of 13, she was caught in a compromising sexual  position with an older teenage boy.  Her parents were very conservative and were humiliated by her actions, so they moved her across the country.  It didn't do much good though, Nina was just as wild here as she’d been at home.

For me though, Nina was like a breath of fresh air.  She freed me from the suffocating atmosphere of my dysfunctional family.  From the first day we met, we were best friends.  I loved her adventurous spirit.  However, she also got me into all kinds of trouble too.  For one thing, when we were sophomores, she convinced me to join the cheerleading squad for the football team.  This led to all kinds of wild house parties.  Nina was the most flirtatious girl I’d ever seen, and also one of the most aggressively seductive.  If she spotted a guy on the football team that she liked, she’d seduce him within a week.  She was gorgeous, with sexy curves and long dark curls, so none of the guys ever turned down her advances.  After she’d made a new sexual conquest, she’d tell me all about it.  I loved hearing all the juicy details and soaked them up, but I was actually pretty shy myself.  I did fool around with a couple of guys once or twice, but because of my dad, I didn't drink that much.  As a result, I never let things go all the way sexually with anyone.

That’s not to say that I didn't look and fantasize.  I was always attracted to very strong, fit men. There were plenty of guys on the football team who caught my eye, and quite a few of them pursued me too.  With my long red tresses, sky-high legs and tight butt, I was definitely a catch.  However, I was also very mature for my age, and even back then, I knew that I wanted more than just a quick fling.  I lusted after the football guys, but I secretly knew that they were too immature and fickle for me.  So I kept myself apart, and hoarded my virginity.  My classmates knew that I didn't sleep around, and I was well respected for it.

Everything changed in the spring of my senior year.  A new guy transferred to our school.  His name was Paul, and he quickly became one of the most popular students in school.  At that time, he was stocky and hyper-masculine, with broad shoulders, tousled brown hair and piercing ice-blue eyes.  From the moment I saw him, I knew I wanted to date him.  He was very outgoing and a fantastic football player; he soon became captain of the team.

He’s the first guy who ever turned down Nina.  She tried her best, but he had eyes for someone else: ME!.  He would often come up to me at the games, flirting and joking around, picking me up in the air or slipping his arm around my waist.  Once he even slapped my ass as I walked by.  I pretended to be shocked and offended, but secretly I was flattered.

Prom time rolled around, and one day Paul approached me as I was leaving school.

“Hey, Kells,” he said leaning against a locker.  I could smell his cologne; it was something musky.

“Hi there, Paul.”

He didn't waste any time. “So, do you have a date to the prom?” Paul was always like that.  Direct.  Straight to the point.

“Uh, no. Why?”

“Because I’m going to take you.” He grinned, almost suggestively.

I was a little bit flustered. “Um, OK!” I smiled up at him.  He tipped my chin up and brought his face close to mine.  Just for a few seconds.  Then he turned and walked away, without a word.

I was thrilled.  I was headed to the prom with the football captain! Little did I know that would change my life forever…

What happens to Kelli, as she her is turned upside down? Check back for The Deflowering: Part 2 to find out…


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