Lady Livia - Two: Diana's Book (Revised)
In the days that followed her encounter with Julius in the museum, Livia found herself adrift in a sea of contemplation, her thoughts a turbulent mix of excitement and apprehension. The mundane routine of her daily life, which had once been a comforting rhythm, now felt like a shackle. Each social engagement, each perfectly orchestrated dinner party, reminded her of the passionless existence she had accepted as her fate. She couldn’t help but reminisce on how Julius’ cock felt in her mouth, what his come tasted like, his passion for her to make him come.
That afternoon, Livia hosted her weekly tea party. Her female friends gathered and chatted about this and that, life and love; they gossiped and plotted, giggling to themselves. Livia was lost in a sea of fantasy. “You seem distracted,” Diana, a widow known for her liberal views and love for ancient cultures, whispered in Livia’s ear at the table, where the women spoke and gossiped with one another.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Livia said, half-smiling.
“No, you’re not,” Diana said, taking her hands. “Tell me, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t…” Livia began to show tears in her eyes.
“Wow, that serious…” Diana saw that Livia was getting upset. So, she took Livia by the waist, and they went into Livia’s bedroom, much to the gossip of the other women at the table. Diana closed the door. “Now, what is it?”
Livia then spouted out the whole story. “I cheated on Lucius. I went to the park, and there was a man there, and he was so kind, and we went into the museum, and in a deserted exhibit, and I sucked him, and he made me come! It was so fulfilling and wonderful. Now I feel guilty! Lucius never pleases me or bothers trying.” Livia started to cry. Diana held her. “Then he…he…”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you.” Livia’s face turned red.
“Well, you will tell me in your own time. But for now, let me show you something.” Diana slipped a small book out from her dress. “I have only recently discovered this book. It’s a collection of stories about the priestesses of ancient times. These women were revered for their knowledge and their unabashed embrace of their sexuality.” The book had a snake wrapped around a woman sensuously titled Serpentine Mysteries: The Alchemy of Sacred Femininity. “The serpent is often a symbol of both wisdom and sexuality. This book combines those elements, suggesting a mysterious and transformative power inherent in the priestesses’ practices.”
These priestesses, as Diana described, were not just spiritual leaders but also custodians of sacred knowledge—the understanding that sexual energy was a powerful force, a conduit to the divine. They were women who defied the norms of their time and claimed ownership of their bodies and their desires as a form of empowerment and enlightenment.
As Livia opened the book and read, a fire kindled within her. The stories resonated with a deep, primal part of her being, awakening a long-suppressed yearning for a connection that transcended the physical—a desire for an intimacy that was as much about the soul as it was about the body.
“Can I borrow this book?” Livia asked Diana.
“Of course! Please take it. It’s a gift.”
“Oh, thank you!” They kissed, and Livia smiled at Diana.
“I hope you are feeling better,” Diana said, rubbing Livia’s back.
“Yes, thank you.” Livia looked into Diana’s green eyes and kissed her again.
They sat kissing for a while, then Diana reached for Livia’s cock under her dress. “Like before, Mistress?”
“I’m not sure if we should. Vena has been your mistress for years. I haven’t been your mistress for a very long time.” Diana took hold of Livia’s cock and started to stroke it. Livia quivered, and after a while, Diana got on her knees and lifted Livia’s silky red dress.
“Yes, but you were my first mistress, my first Mentor. You taught me the lessons I needed in life. You will always be my first and foremost, even if secretly.” Diana took Livia’s cock in her mouth and began to suck the small prick. Livia moaned in pleasure and laid back as her cock began to pulse. Diana stood and rose her dress, turned away from Livia, and sat her ass onto Livia’s hard cock. Diana moaned and bounced up and down while fondling Livia’s small testicles, intensifying her pleasure while she masturbated herself. Diana rode her until she couldn’t help but to come, letting out a vocal pang of satisfaction. And as Diana’s ass pulsed with ecstasy and became tight, Livia came into Diana’s ass.
Livia and Diana lay together on the chaise lounge and calmed down, their breathing steadily softening. “Come, my lady, let us go before the others start talking about us again,” Diana giggled. Diana rose and offered her hand. They straightened their clothes, and the two returned to the tea party of gossip, Livia in better spirits.
That evening, as Livia lay in her bed, the silence of the room punctuated by Lucius’s steady breathing as he slept, she read Diana’s book. The empowering, mystical stories had opened the door to a world she had long believed was lost and forbidden to her—a world where she could explore the depths of her desires, where she could be the mistress of her pleasure once again. What she had with Diana happened long ago when Livia was uninhibited.
Livia had been Diana’s Mistress, and it was one of the most fulfilling times of her life. The time that she and Diana had together was glorious. But Livia eventually fell into despair and could no longer see herself as a Mistress, and much to Diana’s dismay, Livia broke their relationship off. Livia sat in woe for months, and Lucius came and helped lift her from this despair. They met at a function, and Lucius was one of the funniest men she had ever spoken with. They talked for hours, and later, they made arrangements to meet. They eventually developed a relationship, and Livia did something she said she’d never do: marry.
Livia wished to be a free woman once again. The encounter with Julius, which had initially seemed like a fleeting moment of temptation, now took on a new significance. He was no longer just a man who had stirred something within her; he symbolized what she could become—an unbound woman who could embrace her desires without shame or fear.
As the moon cast its pale light through the curtains, bathing the room in a ghostly glow, Livia made a decision. She would no longer be a passive participant in her own life. She would seek out the experiences that had been denied to her, the experiences that spoke to the core of her being.
Livia took out Diana’s book and lay in bed reading next to Lucius. She picked a story and read:
“Luna’s Awakening Desire
“Luna moved through life like a shadow in the heart of a bustling city, her true essence concealed beneath societal expectations. A transwoman in her late twenties, Luna’s world was a tapestry of vibrant colors muted by the gray of uncertainty and restraint. Her heart, a hidden treasure trove of unexplored desires, beat quietly in the confines of her artistic yet reserved existence.
“As fate would weave its unpredictable threads, Luna’s path crossed with Clara, a woman whose spirit burned with the fire of unapologetic existence. With her bold laughter and eyes sparkling with mischief, Clara was a walking testament to the power of self-acceptance. In her presence, Luna found herself drawn to the enigma of liberation, a foreign yet alluring concept.
“Clara offered a night on the town with Luna, but where they were going was a surprise. The night Clara took Luna to an erotic soiree, Luna entered a world where her identity was not a subject of scrutiny but a cause for celebration. The kaleidoscope of bodies moving in harmony, the air charged with the electricity of acceptance–a baptism of sorts, a rebirth into a realm where her desires were not shadows but rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
“Clara took Luna into a room. They kissed, and they undressed. The two women began to feel each other’s bodies: Clara exploring Luna’s cock and ass while Luna massaged Clara’s pussy. Slowly, they caressed each other until they were lying on the bed. Luna’s cock was hard, and Clara slipped her vagina down onto it. They made love, Clara riding Luna’s cock and both of them feeling each other’s pendulous breasts. They kissed deeply, and as they both came, they gasped and moaned at the same time.
“A man, just a random stranger, tall, dark, and handsome, came into the room, smiling. The three talked for a short time before Luna and Clara began to take turns sucking the stranger’s cock. They fondled each other while doing so, although before the stranger could fuck either of them, he came on their faces and abruptly walked out of the room without a word. They looked at each other and laughed, licking the come from each other’s faces.
“Amidst the waves of passion and the tender moments of intimacy, Luna was shedding the cocoon of her fears. Each caress, each whisper of validation from Clara, was a brushstroke on the canvas of her soul, painting her true self in vibrant hues. This journey was not just about awakening desire but the blossoming of Luna’s identity, a celebration of the beauty in her truth.”
Livia fell into a heavy sleep for the night, and when she awoke, Lucius was gone. The book was lying open on her breasts as she lay in bed. Livia put the book away on the side table and yawned. She began to get dressed for the day, but as she put up her last day’s clothes, the little black card Julius gave her flittered to the floor. Livia picked it up and, bolstered by the story of unrestrained passion read the previous night, wondered what it was all about. She finished getting dressed and then went to the phone and, looking at the card, began to dial. It rang for a long time, but she hung up just as a man answered.
That afternoon, Livia hosted her weekly tea party. Her female friends gathered and chatted about this and that, life and love; they gossiped and plotted, giggling to themselves. Livia was lost in a sea of fantasy. “You seem distracted,” Diana, a widow known for her liberal views and love for ancient cultures, whispered in Livia’s ear at the table, where the women spoke and gossiped with one another.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Livia said, half-smiling.
“No, you’re not,” Diana said, taking her hands. “Tell me, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t…” Livia began to show tears in her eyes.
“Wow, that serious…” Diana saw that Livia was getting upset. So, she took Livia by the waist, and they went into Livia’s bedroom, much to the gossip of the other women at the table. Diana closed the door. “Now, what is it?”
Livia then spouted out the whole story. “I cheated on Lucius. I went to the park, and there was a man there, and he was so kind, and we went into the museum, and in a deserted exhibit, and I sucked him, and he made me come! It was so fulfilling and wonderful. Now I feel guilty! Lucius never pleases me or bothers trying.” Livia started to cry. Diana held her. “Then he…he…”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you.” Livia’s face turned red.
“Well, you will tell me in your own time. But for now, let me show you something.” Diana slipped a small book out from her dress. “I have only recently discovered this book. It’s a collection of stories about the priestesses of ancient times. These women were revered for their knowledge and their unabashed embrace of their sexuality.” The book had a snake wrapped around a woman sensuously titled Serpentine Mysteries: The Alchemy of Sacred Femininity. “The serpent is often a symbol of both wisdom and sexuality. This book combines those elements, suggesting a mysterious and transformative power inherent in the priestesses’ practices.”
These priestesses, as Diana described, were not just spiritual leaders but also custodians of sacred knowledge—the understanding that sexual energy was a powerful force, a conduit to the divine. They were women who defied the norms of their time and claimed ownership of their bodies and their desires as a form of empowerment and enlightenment.
As Livia opened the book and read, a fire kindled within her. The stories resonated with a deep, primal part of her being, awakening a long-suppressed yearning for a connection that transcended the physical—a desire for an intimacy that was as much about the soul as it was about the body.
“Can I borrow this book?” Livia asked Diana.
“Of course! Please take it. It’s a gift.”
“Oh, thank you!” They kissed, and Livia smiled at Diana.
“I hope you are feeling better,” Diana said, rubbing Livia’s back.
“Yes, thank you.” Livia looked into Diana’s green eyes and kissed her again.
They sat kissing for a while, then Diana reached for Livia’s cock under her dress. “Like before, Mistress?”
“I’m not sure if we should. Vena has been your mistress for years. I haven’t been your mistress for a very long time.” Diana took hold of Livia’s cock and started to stroke it. Livia quivered, and after a while, Diana got on her knees and lifted Livia’s silky red dress.
“Yes, but you were my first mistress, my first Mentor. You taught me the lessons I needed in life. You will always be my first and foremost, even if secretly.” Diana took Livia’s cock in her mouth and began to suck the small prick. Livia moaned in pleasure and laid back as her cock began to pulse. Diana stood and rose her dress, turned away from Livia, and sat her ass onto Livia’s hard cock. Diana moaned and bounced up and down while fondling Livia’s small testicles, intensifying her pleasure while she masturbated herself. Diana rode her until she couldn’t help but to come, letting out a vocal pang of satisfaction. And as Diana’s ass pulsed with ecstasy and became tight, Livia came into Diana’s ass.
Livia and Diana lay together on the chaise lounge and calmed down, their breathing steadily softening. “Come, my lady, let us go before the others start talking about us again,” Diana giggled. Diana rose and offered her hand. They straightened their clothes, and the two returned to the tea party of gossip, Livia in better spirits.
That evening, as Livia lay in her bed, the silence of the room punctuated by Lucius’s steady breathing as he slept, she read Diana’s book. The empowering, mystical stories had opened the door to a world she had long believed was lost and forbidden to her—a world where she could explore the depths of her desires, where she could be the mistress of her pleasure once again. What she had with Diana happened long ago when Livia was uninhibited.
Livia had been Diana’s Mistress, and it was one of the most fulfilling times of her life. The time that she and Diana had together was glorious. But Livia eventually fell into despair and could no longer see herself as a Mistress, and much to Diana’s dismay, Livia broke their relationship off. Livia sat in woe for months, and Lucius came and helped lift her from this despair. They met at a function, and Lucius was one of the funniest men she had ever spoken with. They talked for hours, and later, they made arrangements to meet. They eventually developed a relationship, and Livia did something she said she’d never do: marry.
Livia wished to be a free woman once again. The encounter with Julius, which had initially seemed like a fleeting moment of temptation, now took on a new significance. He was no longer just a man who had stirred something within her; he symbolized what she could become—an unbound woman who could embrace her desires without shame or fear.
As the moon cast its pale light through the curtains, bathing the room in a ghostly glow, Livia made a decision. She would no longer be a passive participant in her own life. She would seek out the experiences that had been denied to her, the experiences that spoke to the core of her being.
Livia took out Diana’s book and lay in bed reading next to Lucius. She picked a story and read:
“Luna’s Awakening Desire
“Luna moved through life like a shadow in the heart of a bustling city, her true essence concealed beneath societal expectations. A transwoman in her late twenties, Luna’s world was a tapestry of vibrant colors muted by the gray of uncertainty and restraint. Her heart, a hidden treasure trove of unexplored desires, beat quietly in the confines of her artistic yet reserved existence.
“As fate would weave its unpredictable threads, Luna’s path crossed with Clara, a woman whose spirit burned with the fire of unapologetic existence. With her bold laughter and eyes sparkling with mischief, Clara was a walking testament to the power of self-acceptance. In her presence, Luna found herself drawn to the enigma of liberation, a foreign yet alluring concept.
“Clara offered a night on the town with Luna, but where they were going was a surprise. The night Clara took Luna to an erotic soiree, Luna entered a world where her identity was not a subject of scrutiny but a cause for celebration. The kaleidoscope of bodies moving in harmony, the air charged with the electricity of acceptance–a baptism of sorts, a rebirth into a realm where her desires were not shadows but rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
“Clara took Luna into a room. They kissed, and they undressed. The two women began to feel each other’s bodies: Clara exploring Luna’s cock and ass while Luna massaged Clara’s pussy. Slowly, they caressed each other until they were lying on the bed. Luna’s cock was hard, and Clara slipped her vagina down onto it. They made love, Clara riding Luna’s cock and both of them feeling each other’s pendulous breasts. They kissed deeply, and as they both came, they gasped and moaned at the same time.
“A man, just a random stranger, tall, dark, and handsome, came into the room, smiling. The three talked for a short time before Luna and Clara began to take turns sucking the stranger’s cock. They fondled each other while doing so, although before the stranger could fuck either of them, he came on their faces and abruptly walked out of the room without a word. They looked at each other and laughed, licking the come from each other’s faces.
“Amidst the waves of passion and the tender moments of intimacy, Luna was shedding the cocoon of her fears. Each caress, each whisper of validation from Clara, was a brushstroke on the canvas of her soul, painting her true self in vibrant hues. This journey was not just about awakening desire but the blossoming of Luna’s identity, a celebration of the beauty in her truth.”
Livia fell into a heavy sleep for the night, and when she awoke, Lucius was gone. The book was lying open on her breasts as she lay in bed. Livia put the book away on the side table and yawned. She began to get dressed for the day, but as she put up her last day’s clothes, the little black card Julius gave her flittered to the floor. Livia picked it up and, bolstered by the story of unrestrained passion read the previous night, wondered what it was all about. She finished getting dressed and then went to the phone and, looking at the card, began to dial. It rang for a long time, but she hung up just as a man answered.
11 months ago
