The Awakening

Annabella Vangucci stepped out of the shower and studied her reflection in the mirror. She smiled to herself, pleased with what she saw. At thirty she still had the body of a twenty year old. Her long black hair cascaded past a small but luscious breasts. Annabella’s piercing blue eyes were enhanced by her smooth, tanned skin. Being nearly six foot, she had legs to die for, finished off with a pert bottom. She sauntered into the bedroom and perched on the end of the bed. Looking around the room she sighed with contentment. “What a perfect life I have,” she thought. The house was beautiful. It was Victorian with a modern twist. She had a successful career as a corporate lawyer, and the cherry on top was her fiancé, Luca McQueen. Suddenly a cloud drifted over her perfect picture. Annabella frowned as she thought of the one blemish in her life. As hard as she tried to push it away. It always lurked in the dark shadows, just biding it’s time. Those dark thoughts were sent scuttling back to their hiding place with the bang of the front door. Luca was home.
“What a beautiful sight to come home to,” he grinned, looking mischievously at her naked body. Luca was a City stock broker at the top of his game, and planned to stay that way. His presence just oozed power, in the board room he could bring grown men to their knees. His handsome looks and polite manner earned him the respect of everyone he met.
Luca dropped his Hermes brief case and put his arms around his fiancée.“ I just can’t help myself, just one look at you and I am aroused,” with that he kissed her breathlessly. Annabella gasped with excitement. Luca’s mouth was on her breast, and then back to her lips, while he worked her nipples with his fingers. She moaned as she felt his excitement against her. Luca reached over to turn off the light.
“Don’t,” whispered Annabella. “I want to be able to see you,” she said. A pained look past over Luca’s eyes.
“You know I do not like the light on,” growled Luca. Anabella’s stomach flipped. She looked nervously at him.
“Okay, okay, I am sorry, I just love your body,” she whispered. She felt his body stiffen, and knew she had said the wrong thing. Trying to get him back in the mood she reached inside his zipper, caressing and stroking him. He pushed her away. He was in another place now.
“Please don’t,” he said with tears in his eyes. The moment was over. Luca walked out of the bedroom, leaving Annabella lying alone on the bed. Tears overflowed, creating rivers of pain upon her cheeks. It had never been like this in the beginning, but the closer they became the worse it got. Their ideal life was tainted by one thing. Sex! The issue was always there, always on their minds. Luca had a problem, but would not confide in her. He had a fabulous body, but would continuously hide it. She was not allowed to see him naked unless it was dark. Annabella couldn’t understand why. When they eventually did make love, it lasted seconds. Luca would apologise, turn over and not speak for hours. The wedding was in six months time and she couldn’t carry on like this. How could she marry someone that couldn’t share his fears with her. All she was given was silence. Enough was enough. She had been as caring and patient as she could. Now she needed answers. Was it her? Did she not arouse him enough? Was she not good enough?
Anabella found Luca sitting by the living room fire, with a whiskey in his hand. He looked up at her, like a lost child searching for answers.
“Luca, I cannot do this anymore,” Annabella said with a tremor in her voice. “Our love life hasn’t been right for years. If you could help me understand, but you tell me nothing.” He turned his back to her. The anger boiled with in her. A dormant volcano became very much alive. She erupted in furry.
“Luca I can’t marry you,” she cried. “I cannot marry someone who does not trust me.” Luca faced her with tears running down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry darling,” he whispered. “You have been so tolerant, it is just so hard for me.” Annabella ran over and held Luca in her arms as he released all his hurt. Then he unravelled a story that shook her to her very core. She had always known that Luca had been fostered, but he rarely spoke about his past. He had just said he had an unhappy child hood. The truth was he was concealing a story of pure evil.
At the age of seven, Luca had been fostered by a couple called the Robinsons. They were his guardians until the age of 16. During those years he was subjected to horrendous sexual abuse from both of them. They had used him as a slave, humiliated and hurt him. He would be lined up naked in front of the other children, and they were all made to laugh at him. “They would say how pathetic it was,” Luca said quietly. “That I would never be a real man.” As he got older, the acts became more gruesome, until the day he could finally leave. “So you see,” he choked. “ I have always been made to feel ashamed of my body. It is all that I know.”
Together they cried, until nothing was left. They stayed up till dawn, discussing what they should do. Annabella felt Luca should deal with it physically and psychologically . Luca agreed to get counselling, while she researched the medical side.
They next day Annabella called Luca with some good news. “ I have found two products, which I think could help,” she said excitedly.
“I will try anything,” Luca admitted. Annabella went on to describe a product called Elexan. It was a male enlargement patch. The patch is impregnated with the vital penis growth formula of Elexan. It is faster acting than pills as the body assimilates the nutrients by absorbing them through the skin. Some men notice a difference in days. The girth and length of the penis will increase within ninety days.
“So we should see results in about three months,” she said elatedly.
The second product was called Alpha male plus. It is used to increase testosterone by fifty percent. This means that after climax the bodys internal reservoir of testosterone is replenished so you can perform again. The product also maximizes blood flow to the male sex organ for a longer, stronger erection. Premature ejaculation is also prevented and multiple orgasms can be achieved.
Luca attended weekly therapy sessions, and Annabella couldn’t believe the transformation. After three months of therapy and taking Elexan, they decided together to try and make love again. Luca took Alpha male plus while Annabella slipped on some sexy black La Perla underwear. Her erect nipples could be clearly seen through the sheer fabric. She placed candles around the bedroom, but when Luca saw it, he said he would rather have the light left on.
“If we are going to push the limits, I need to go all the way, “ he said with a nervous grin. He pulled her towards him and for the merest moment he hesitated, but he couldn’t stop himself this time, she looked stunning. Every ounce of his body and soul was starving for her. He kissed her hungrily, running his hands all over her body. Within seconds, Luca was holding her breasts and fondling them. He leaned down and kissed them and suddenly her bra was undone. Annabella’s breathing started to quicken. He slid his hands into her panties and found her expertly and quickly. She let out a deep sensuous moan. Everything he did was delicious and exciting. Luca undid his pants and pulled her hand towards him. She stroked and teased him, he was pulsating with desire. With what seemed like a single movement she felt him pressing against her, searching for her. He smoothly entered her, and they moved together in perfect rhythm. It seemed to last for ever and as Annabella felt Luca start to shudder, she could feel herself coming too.
“Oh God….oh Good….oh Luca.,” gasped Annabella. They climaxed together again and again and again.
It was everything they had every dreamed and hoped for. He felt for the first time like a man. Afterwards he lay with his arms around her, feeling finally complete. Everything that had just happened between them was better than either of them could have imagined.
“Wow,” she said softly. “That was amazing.”
“ So are you,” he laughed. His worst fears had vanished. Annabella looked into Lucas eyes and cupped his face.
“I am so proud of you, and I love you more than ever,” she said lovingly. Luca chuckled,
“So I take it the wedding is still on?” They laughed and then continued to make love all night. There was a lot of making up to do.

Femtrex

My husband just told me he’s had it with our marriage. We hadn’t had sex for seven years and he was tired of Birtha, his inflatable friend. I mean, sure he never had to buy her dinner, drinks, take her to movies or listen to her nag day in and day out. Yes indeed, I totally got that. But I thought she was serving his needs just fine but apparently; Birtha just wasn’t enough for him. Maybe it was because I accidentally deflated her once while sharpening my ginsu knives, or maybe it was that time I used her for a punching bag. I know how Mark hates violence.

I just kept going over and over in my head what could’ve possibly gone horribly wrong. I apologized for Birtha and even came home with Gladeys so he could experience ménage a tois. Was I not a loving caring wife, trying desperately to tend to his needs? Despite all my attempts to salvage the marriage, I was forced to take a long hard (pun intended) look at myself and do a little analytical research into my psyche as to why I was not interested in sex anymore.

Let’s flashback to college; Sophmore year to be exact. I spent all my beloved student loan money on endless nights of refreshing cocktails and cheap men. Lo and behold; I realized money doesn’t grow on trees and that bitch Sally Mae (evil loan company, if you went to college; YOU totally know who they are)…cut me off. At this point; I realized why old Sally was so radical and such a nazi about getting your college money…because it doesn’t grow on trees like I mentioned beforehand. Well, I think to myself; where the hell does it come from?

Eureka! It comes from wallets. Oh, and not just any wallets…nice, expensive leather wallets like the ones from JCPenney…not that Wal-mart bullshit. Where is a place where there is a lot of wallets? Hmmmm, tourist attractions, malls, offices, no wait…strip clubs!! There is a lot of wallets in a strip club and a lot of money being tossed about here and there and everywhere. I thought to myself; if I could just somehow get those people with the fancy pants wallets to somehow throw some of it in my direction; hmmm, how do I go about doing that? Eureka again! I decide to become a dancer. I tried ballet, jazz, tap and then I realized that none of the other gals were demonstrating their cultural dance experience with the wallet-laden individuals. Nope, that wasn’t what was going on at all…They were using a much more powerful tool. The naked body.

It all made sense to me. Naked equals money. Money equals more refreshing cocktails and debauchery. All things I’m a fan of. So I make the ultimate sacrifice and sell my body to the people with the wallets containing the Washingtons and if you’re lucky the Lincolns. So all is well until I start living a more and more lavish lifestyle. Pretty soon; I learn too that the only other thing the same patrons enjoy is directly correlated to being naked. Yup, you got it! Sex. Lots and lots of sex. Pretty soon; I’m making videos and before you know it; I’m a full-fledged porn star. The whole nine yards; gang bangs, dildos, beads, tree trunks and the weekend donkey shows. Pretty soon, nothing excited me sexually unless it was triple C battery powered. That’s a lot of power.
Then one day; my life was changed forever. The day Mark Daniels waltzed into my life. (ha, another dancing reference). He was a fledgling producer looking to make it big time. He started small like the rest of us, in porn. We fell in love, I faked orgasms and lived happily ever after…well, not really.

Happily until I lost my incredible acting ability…and Mark’s loss of self-esteem due to a triple C battery powered tool named Sam. Soon thereafter; even Sam couldn’t do it for me and I just gave up. I thought maybe I hit some sort of sexual climax permanently. Maybe there is a cap on how many orgasm in your life you are allowed to have? If that’s the case; I capped out that a long time ago and now I was done, exiled to an orgasmless existence on the planet. Was this all there was? Apparently so, says the Ladies Home Journal and numerous Christian publications. Now I was suppose to cook stuff, learn to knit and grow shit in a garden or something and wait for death and doom to take its nasty stronghold on my existence. Wow, that sure didn’t sound fun. But I did it. And I was so busy with all that other crap; pretending to be a perfect suburban housewife, cooking, cleaning, laundry and blowing the pool boy…that I had no time or interest for sex. A very sad, meaningless, empty shell of an existence on the planet. .

So let’s fast forward now, Mark tells me he’s done and has needs. I need to do a little more self-analyzing and soul searching in regards to my current situation. I see a commercial on TV with Mike Ditka talking about a little blue pill and how it saved his life and now his broken penis is in working order again and he loves life. Super!! That is exactly what I need. I head over to the Doc’s office only to realize that is for men…I shout at the Doctor; “That’s discrimination”. He agrees and immediately begins working feverishly on the “little pink pill”…He informs me that I will be the first person to get a dosage.

I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait…then alas; one day Doctor Dildo calls me up and says; “It is finished”. I head over to his office; feverish with excitement over the eager anticipation of a healthy, rigorous sex life again. The doctor and I discuss the pill and he even lets me name it. I decide upon “Femtrex”…it has a significant meaning in that; I am a female…that’s where the Fem comes from and I had to “trek” all over to find it…and we added the X to make it sound cooler and more Gen X so the Gen X-ers would hop on it…cuz they are cool and if everyone sees the cool generation buying this product; it will be a smash hit with the less cooler generations.

I gobble handfuls of Femtrex on the way home to Mark…I get home and oh my gawd, my loins are fired up! He is packing and I attack him like a caged lion in heat and the rest is history. Mark is so excited and happy that our sex life is back on track that he has permanently deflated both Birtha and Gladeys and next week we are going to a swingers/nudist colony out in Palm Springs to become one with our newfound sexuality and also maybe videotape some of the encounters for our webcam that we charge 3.99 a minute for folks to watch.