Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 09:51:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: lappinglisa@yahoo.com
Subject: Betwixt worlds, part ONE

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Betwixt Worlds

By Enigma1


Lisa was a blithe spirit.  Born in Whitby, she had moved to London despite
the objections of her parents.  She lived on an inheritance from her
grandmother.  She wanted independence.

She wanted to be her own woman.

Lisa was shy, but bold in her wish to be a free woman.  She had no thoughts
about sex.  She had read the text of the Marques de Sade and other banned
books with explicit sex themes and had thoughts of romantic sex but also
raw lustful sex.  However, she had never had sex, as a matter of fact, she
had never even been kissed.  She was at odds with herself.  She had
extremely lustful feelings.  However, she was embarrassed about how she
felt and how her body responded to her thoughts of sex.  She both wanted
sex and was repulsed by being that close to a man.  She did not trust men.
She did not even enjoy their company unless it was in an academic setting.
She loved her college work.

The only time she gave in to her feelings was when she was alone in her bed
at night.  By day, she was the picture of Victorian womanhood, prim and
proper.  But, she knew she was a fraud.  At night, it was extremely
different.  She gave way to her thoughts, her feelings, and the longings in
her loins.  She could not stop herself from touching herself and feeling
the wonderful fulfillment of the outcome.

With the inheritance, she was not encumbered with the worry of work.
Although she had acquired an advanced education, the late 19th century was
still no place for a woman in the "workplace".  She could be a tutor, a
teacher or the like.  Low paying positions at the best.  So, she decided
she would live on the money her grandmother had left her and not concern
herself with the daily routine of working.

She had enough money to see her through her entire life and she intended it
be filled with daily teas, museums, and the pursuits of the gentry.  She
deserved it.

Her parents were incensed.  But, she cared not.  She was a free woman and
she was proud of that and that was the way she wanted it to be.  She was
aloof and thought of herself as elite.  The crowd in which she circulated
admired and thought of her as educated and clever.  She was witty, humorous
and well read.  She was sought after for every party and special occasion,
balls and the like.  And, though she was asked by many men to dance and to
step out "for the air", she turned them down.  In her mind, she really did
not know why, but she knew there was something else for her.  Something
different and more alluring, special and sexually fulfilling.

It was at this time in her life she met the countess.  Was she a real
countess, she knew not.  She was alluring and exotic, dark and pale with a
sexual attraction that was palpable,

She was having tea at a midtown café when the woman, dressed all in black
approached her.  She simply asked if she could join her.  Lisa was
immediately mesmerized.  Later, she could mot explain her feelings, but at
the time, she simply nodded her head.

"Does the tea satisfy you", she asked.  Lisa thought this an odd question,
but replied that it really was not.

"What would satisfy you?" she asked.

Lisa flushed.  She felt her body tingle all over, her head felt light.  She
simply did not know how to deal with this simple question.

The countess, Alexandria, looked into Lisa's eyes as if she were looking
through her.  Her words were sparse but her impact was emphatic.

Lisa felt herself being drawn in, into what, she did not know.  She could
not find her thoughts the way she normally could.  All she could do was
look back into Alexandria's eyes and lose herself.

They spoke for an hour and Lisa bared her soul to the stranger.  The
countess seemed to know her.  To know everything about her.  Not just her
normal, everyday life, but also her inner being, her soul.

Lisa gave leave and left for the powder room.  When she returned the
countess was gone.  She felt empty.  She felt as though something had gone
out of her life.  She found herself with a tear in her eye.

She wandered down the boulevard, and stopped to stare into a window, a
window of hats.  She was not really looking at the head ware, she was lost
in her thoughts.  When she regained her composure, she noticed a reelection
in the window.  It was a man.  A man dressed entirely in black.  A man with
eyes exactly like the countess, deep and mysterious.

She turned and the man tipped his hat.  He took her arm and she did not
resist.  They strolled down the avenue and she was captivated by his
conversation.

She was taken aback.  He told her he was a count from Romania.  His time
there was finished and he was now living in London.  She had met a countess
and a count in the same day.  Her head whirled.

And she found his company captivating.  She literally felt as if she were
walking on air as silly as that may sound.

They turned and strolled down a dark alley way and the streets were
suddenly filled with dense fog.  She pulled next to the count and he pulled
her close.  Suddenly she felt a cold chill.  She turned to her left to look
into the face of Damar, the count, and was stunned, shocked.  His face was
suddenly Alexandria's face, and then it was his face and then her face,
then his.  She pulled back.........

She awoke in her bed.  She was lying on top of the quilt.  She was not
wearing her nightgown.  Her head was full of thoughts, but she was not sure
what they were.  She had never felt like this before.  It was so numb, but
yet so alluring.  Her body was aglow with desire, yet she knew not why.

Though her head was thick, she lifted it.  She looked down upon her naked
body.  Her breasts had small red marks all over them.  The red marks led
down her body to her pubic hair.  She raised her head and looked further.
The red marks, in pairs, were all about her private area and all up and
down her inner thighs.

She felt afraid.  She sat up.  She examined her pubic area and between her
legs and they were covered by the red pair marks.

Oh, my god, she thought.  Suddenly an over whelming feeling came over her.
She had no idea what it was but she fell back on her pillows and ran her
hand between her legs and then the other hand.  She felt the whelps from
the red marks, and then it was there, an orgasm.  Her body rocked and she
rolled on her bed.  She was perplexed and confused and then there was
black.

End of part I