Awakening My Beast By Morganna Blue PART I I just got out of my bathtub, grabbed my quilt and here I sit, naked, snuggled up in my big chair. I can't believe what I did last night. I can't believe how I lost control of my mind and my body. What happened? How could I have done that? What kind of a woman would do what I did? A sick woman, that's who. Only a very sick woman. But even as I try to condemn myself for being so obscene, so uninhibited, I can't help but feel the familiar wetness between my legs, the warmth spreading...God, I wish I could make this stop. I can't help from remembering what happened, what I let happen, what in the end, I wanted to happen. And now, with the memories flashing through my recently warped mind, I can't help but want it now. Last night wasn't a normal night. My best friend informed me that my husband of 4 years has been having an affair with his secretary. I never suspected it, never even thought it possible. How stupid can one person be? And how did this stupid person handle the devastating news? I drove to the nearest pub to tie one on. And boy did I. Thank God, I had sense enough to come home before I was too drunk to see straight. Robert was out of town, undoubtedly with his secretary, so I couldn't call him for a ride, even if I wanted to. I made it home without hurting myself or anyone else, which was by pure luck. When I drove into my drive way, I almost hit the garbage can, then came even closer to hitting the side of the house. I can't believe how drunk I was. I keep trying to rationalize what happened last night, saying it was because of my level of intoxication, but deep down, I know differently. I know because of the heat I'm feeling in the pit of my stomach, because of the wetness between my legs. Oh, please ... make this stop. The next thing I remember I was trying my damnedest to unlock the front door, all the while hearing Goblin barking from inside. That's when I started laughing...laughing uncontrollably. Robert had never liked Goblin, he hated him as much as I loved him. To Robert he is a big ugly dog with no sense at all. To me he is a big, cuddly dog with a heart of gold. My companion, my friend. Now I really needed Goblin's love, something to hang on to. I finally got the door unlocked and stumbled in. Goblin was right there to greet me with his big dog kisses. I knelt down to give him big loves and tell him how much I loved him. It was as if he knew I needed him to be there for me. He was calm and reassuring, never jumping on me or barking. He just kept licking my face and hands, nuzzling me. Sadness overtook me and I stood and headed towards my bedroom, shedding my clothing as I walked. Goblin trailed behind me, wondering what was wrong with me, I'm sure. I was completely naked when I reached my bedroom. I stood in front of my full length mirror and looked at my body. Even now, I'm trying to understand what drove Robert away, but last night, it was more of a mystery that need solving right then. I ran my fingers through my hair while looking in the mirror. I have thick, mid-back length, red hair. It has a natural wave to it and I have been told it is very beautiful. Looking in the mirror last night, I had to admit that it is very lovely, indeed. I followed my gaze with my hands and reached my full breasts. Kneading them gently, I puzzled at how Robert could leave me for another woman. I'm not hard on the eyes and my body is pleasing to look at and to touch. I ran my hands down my flat stomach to the soft red pubic hair that covers my mound. I twisted my fingers in the soft tuft of hair, slowly forgetting Robert and his new girlfriend. I backed up till I felt the bed and sat down on it. Still looking in the mirror that was across from me, I spread my legs and looked. No, nothing wrong there. A beautiful spot, a warm inviting spot. I ran my fingers down my outer lips, barely touching myself, marveling at how naughty I felt, watching myself masturbate. Slowly I inserted my middle finger inside me. Passion and the need for release took over and I laid back on my bed with my rear end still at the edge. I raised my feet and put them on the edge of the bed, letting my knees fall apart. With one hand I kneaded my left breast and with the other, I fingered myself. I was very wet, making it easy for me to slide in another finger. I pinched my nipple and groaned. Taking my fingers from inside me, I slid them backwards, towards a tighter entrance, towards the place that makes me crazy. Running my slippery finger around my anal opening, I slowly dipped it inside. And that's when I felt it. That's when it all started. The worm of deviation, the seed of strangeness. I felt a soft warm sensation around my anal opening, around my finger that impaled me. I was startled, scared. I sat up abruptly and saw Goblin licking at my fingers. He looked at me, but didn't stop licking. Everything inside me screamed to put a stop to it, to push him away. But the feeling of his tongue on my finger that was then slowly moving in and out of my tight hole, was too much. I pushed my finger deeper, watching as Goblin's tongue wrapped around it every time it withdrew. I looked into the mirror and saw what I was doing, I saw Goblin's head moving slowly while I felt his tongue moving at great speed. Instead of disgusting me, it made me want it more. I can't believe I didn't stop him, that I let him continue. I wish I had pushed him away, yelled at him, made him leave, something....If I had done that, I wouldn't be wanting it now. I leaned back again and let my knees fall further apart, wondering what Goblin would do with more of me exposed. I felt his tongue lick over my outer lips, and up towards my clit. Then once again, but with more pressure, making his tongue lick between my inner lips and up onto my clit. I was going insane, squeezing my breasts with tremendous force, pulling on my nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. My juices were flowing heavily and Goblin was taking the opportunity to drink them. I felt his tongue slip in and out of my vaginal entrance. It was a feeling like no other. I wanted it, I needed it. With very shaky hands, I reached down and spread my lips, hoping he would continue his gentle assault on my soft womanhood. He did....he lapped at my juices with a greedy tongue. Lust and literal animal passion seized me. I got into the middle of my bed on hands and knees, calling Goblin up. When he jumped on the bed, I noticed his cock was hard and jutting out, red and glistening. The thought of letting him mount me hadn't occurred to me until that point and I was briefly appalled at the thought, but it didn't last long enough to stop Goblin's renewed interest in my exposed rear. He began licking again, trying to force his tongue into my tight hole. Reaching around, I spread my cheeks wide, in turn slightly opening myself anally, to Goblin's soft tongue. He was able to press his tongue into my ass, causing an orgasm that I'll not soon forget. During my orgasm, I felt Goblin jump onto my back, apparently trying to mount me. Fear and disgust grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go. I could feel his pointy cock jab at me, thankfully missing its goal. I was able to reach around and push him off me. Goblin must have suspected he had gone too far. He went to the end of the bed and looked at me, just sitting there. I rolled over onto my back and covered my face with my hands, crying and recovering from the earth shaking orgasm I had just experienced. The bed shook as Goblin moved around. My legs were closed with my ankles crossed so I didn't think Goblin would be interested anymore, but to my surprise I felt his tongue running over my pubic mound, licking the drops of come that had accumulated there from being on my hands and knees. He was trying to force his tongue between my legs, and with each thrust of his tongue, my clit was brushed against. I couldn't help myself. I tried. God how I tried. I wanted him to go away, to leave me alone. But at the same time, I wanted his tongue on me, in me. I opened my eyes and saw how large his cock was and as if in some sort of hypnotic trance, I reached out and let my small hand circle his huge cock. He started to hump my hand, but stopped licking me. I didn't want that. Pleasing him wasn't my intent. I stopped stroking him and in turn, he started licking again, bringing me to another orgasm, stronger than the last, making me scream. I had to physically push his head away from my sensitive clit, the pain/pleasure mixture was too much for me. Ashamed and disgusted with myself, I walked Goblin to the door and let him outside into the fenced back yard. I went to the bathroom, still drunk and took a long bath, scrubbing very thoroughly, as if trying to scrub away every demented thought I had had that evening. Then went to bed, trying to forget what I had just done. I spent most of today in bed, completely ashamed of myself, but totally unable to keep the thoughts of Goblin out of my head. Every time I start to think about him, in a sexual manner, I cover my face with my hands and scream, trying to drive the thought of that hard cock impaling me, out of my mind. So far it hasn't worked. Nothing seems to work. I haven't let Goblin inside yet, afraid of what I might do, afraid of what I might let him do to me, damn it, afraid of what I want so desperately. While I've been snuggled here, remembering the life altering events of last night, I've been sliding my fingers in and out of my extremely wet hole. I think I'm going to let Goblin in. I think I'm going to let him help me with this wetness between my legs. I think I'm going to let Goblin continue to awaken my beast inside me. Wrapping my quilt around my naked body, I walk to the door. Opening it, I feel the cool night air against my face. "Heeeere, Goblin ... Come on boy ..."