Alexandra’s Awakening: The Alexandra Series, Book One by Lizbeth Dusseau
Updated and expanded edition of Alexandra’s Awakening.
Lizbeth’s first novel is an erotic story in the tradition of The Story Of O—a tale of sexual awakening as a young woman, Alexandra, comes to terms with the often crude sexual fantasies that have haunted her for years. Knowing of her troubling sexual passions, her lover, Will, takes her to his good friend, the dominant master, Reggie, who requires Alexandra face her fears as well as her profound desires. Though she often fights this master’s power over her, she soon learns the pleasures of surrender. In the process, she comes to appreciate and gain power over her once perplexing sexual lust, and find where her true desires lie. In this 2013 version, Lizbeth has significantly expanded the novel, adding over 15,000 words to the original text, as well as updating this BSDM romance into the 21st century.
A memorable moment from my first erotic novel ….
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From ALEXANDRA’S AWAKENING © 1990 Lizbeth Dusseau, all rights reserved.
I straightened my skirt before I entered the bar. The pink and green neon flamingo blinked against the white painted walls. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights. But once they had, I noticed several pairs of eyes noticing me. My low cut blouse showed them just enough breast to keep them looking. Wait until I lean over, I thought. With just the right bounce I moved to the long shiny bar. The eyes followed.
“Gin and tonic,” I ordered. The bartender smiled. I peered out of the corner of my eye at the man next to me. What shoulders!
“You waiting for someone?” I asked.
“Just you, he said, smiling.
We sat at a small table, my black skirt rising high on my thigh. He noticed. So did several other men. I leaned forward so he could look down my blouse. He did and my body heat soared.
I didn’t want to talk, so we danced. I moved to Tina Turner’s raspy voice, letting every bit of thigh and beckoning glimpse of cleavage be seen. I watched the bulge grow between his legs, and rubbed myself against it as the slow dance began. He hiked my skirt to rub my ass, and I ground my groin against his.
“You want it right on the dance floor, don’t you, baby?”
“And what’s wrong with that?” I replied.
“Nothing, nothing at all.”
I chose closing time to make my moves. Most of the women are gone, and I’d have the men in the bar all to myself. Tonight was the best. Just six, the bartender, and the music arousing me.
When the man reached for my tit, I gasped, delighted. He was even bold enough to reach down and kiss it, his lips lingering on my soft skin.
Another man approached, in jeans and cowboy boots. Hot! I could see the bulge in his pants too. Maybe, I’d have them both.
“How many of us do you want?”
I chuckled to myself. “I’ll have you all,” I thought.
“What did you have in mind?’ I asked.
“We could close the bar,” the cowboy said.
They swarmed around me, knowing what I wanted. Did I have no shame? Not anymore. This would be heaven. . .
About the book …
This first Lizbeth novel was published some years ago and is now out of print. The revised Pink Flamingo version recounts an erotic story in the tradition of THE STORY OF O.
This tale of sexual awakening tells of a young contemporary woman, Alexandra, coming to terms with the expansive and often crude fantasies that have haunted her for years. On the advice of her understanding lover, she agrees to submit to a sexual dominant, who requires she face her greatest fears and most thrilling desires. Alexandra learns to appreciate and gain power over her once perplexing sexual lust, and finds in the process, where her true desires lie.
Though written from a woman’s perspective, this is NOT a novel for everyone, as it includes exhibitionism, graphic bondage and discipline, anal sexuality, female Bisexuality and group sex, as well traditional sexual expressions.