Author's note: These 10 chapters are also available on Literotica, and I figured that while the chapters were up on Lit, they might as well also be on my blog. Enjoy! This is close to 20,000 words - a generous preview. If you like what you read, please consider buying the book and leaving a review on the Kindle store!
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Chapter 1
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Teaching Maya (A BDSM
Romance Novel)
By Tara Crescent
Text copyright © 2013
Tara Crescent
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
I
had planned my seduction carefully. It was late at night. Ryan was alone at the
pool - the rest of the clan had all gone their separate ways for the evening. I
put on a bikini that was neither slutty nor unduly modest, but one that was
both classy and that showed off my body to its best advantage.
Unlike
most women, I had no issues with my body. Unfortunately for me though, I had
issues with sex. I didn't know whether my first boyfriend Anthony was a skilled
lover or not, but when we made love, I felt nothing. I'd make the right noises,
and move the right way, but inside... nothing. I felt like a freak, not knowing
if it was him or me, and debating various ways of finding out, all of which
involved breaking up with him, and taking another lover.
In
the end, we did break up. And it was okay. I was young and resilient, and he
had never managed to reach that inner core in me. He was nice, but he wasn't
necessary.
However,
I didn't take another lover. I couldn't really articulate why. I was young,
rich and attractive; it wasn't like there was any shortage of available men.
But the lacklustre sex had freaked me out. I didn't want to find out that it
was my fault, and that there was indeed something seriously wrong with me. I
hemmed and I hawed, and I threw myself into my work.
In
the year after I broke up with Anthony, I started hearing the stories. Women
would walk up to me and ask if I knew Ryan Clayborn. I heard the giggles, the
hushed chatter. Ryan was evidently very, very good in bed. Rumours would swirl
about who his latest lover was. The tabloids would speculate, but nobody ever
talked. Ryan never had any comment, and neither did his supposed dozens of
lovers. Everyone speculated and gossiped, but no one knew.
I
don't know at what point I decided that I wanted Ryan to be my lover, and to
coach me in bed. Without ever realizing it, I had become more and more anxious
about my supposed sexual inadequacy. In my head, Ryan was the magic silver
bullet - the lover who would cure my ambivalence towards sex, and make me
whole. Post Ryan, I'd be normal, I could restart dating, and all would be well
again.
