Welcome to Forest Glen, a small town in Illinois with a homely setting and nice people. The schools are good, the cooking is exquisite, and the landscape is breath-taking. Here lives Mimi Brooks, a shy college student who is looking for that much needed release...
In the whirlwind of her secret collections of her "secret novels" and "personal letters", she meets Nicolas, a mysterious new student at her school who is a part of a secret society of sexual pleasures. But his true passion is writing romance and erotic novels, and passion Mimi shares as well. Unable to forget about him, she finds her way into the secret society, and is transformed into Miss Brooks, the deliciously tantalizing "muse" dressed in an outfit reminiscent of the "Erotica" video by Madonna. Soon, Mimi finds a side of herself she never knew she had, and when Nicolas becomes her one and only servant, she discovers who she really is...
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April 10, 2000 - Updates
"Forgive me, mistress...forgive me for what I am about to tell you. Please, do not hate me..."
Miss Brooks stood there, bewildered. Was he going to say what she thought he was going to say...
"Forgive you?" she asked, keeping her voice as controlled as possible. "What do you mean? You haven't crossed me...yet."
Nicolas found it hard to hold back the tears. "Oh, but I have, Miss Brooks. You may not have seen it, and I may not have committed my crime in front of you. But it makes it no less wrong."
Miss Brooks paced back and forth, never keeping her eyes off of him. Goodness, he looked so beautiful. It was hard to keep control, especially under these circumstances. He was such a sensuous, yet loving man, and for the longest time, she couldn't allow him to touch her...
Well...except for that time...that time that truly set her free...
Miss Brooks tossed the thought out of her mind. She wasn't herself then. She wasn't the woman Nicolas knew. She was her true self...
Miss Brooks cleared her throat before speaking again. She stopped pacing and stood in front of him, her violet eyes filled with the fire of discipline. "Well, then...if you fear that you have deeply offended me, then you must purge your sins right now, and prepare for the proper punishment."
Nicolas looked into her eyes and nodded, before looking away. He can't even bear to look at me, she thought. I think...I think I know what he's going to say...
Nicolas shook his head, trying to gather all of his thoughts. Just how was his Mistress going to take it? All stories they'd written together...all of the times they shared. And now, he's betrayed her with just one moment of passion. It was bad enough he violated Mimi, taking away her most precious asset, but Miss Brooks? I've committed a terrible sin, Nicolas thought. But Miss Brooks has a right to know. I owe her that.
Nicolas exhaled before speaking. "I found her alone at the hidden glade at the forest preserve two days ago. I was on my way there to be alone when I saw her there...alone...in the rain...reading a book."
Miss Brooks breath caught. She knew it...she knew what he was talking about... "Go on..."
"I saw her there, reading a book...in that floral print dress I remember seeing her in before. She reminded me of a scene in the movie "Lolita", when that girl by the same name was in the rain, reading. I got the same reaction. She looked so beautiful...so innocent, and yet arousing."
"Was she more beautiful than me?" Miss Brooks asked, feigning jealousy.
"N...No, my Mistress," Nicolas protested, stumbling on his words. "No one can be more beautiful than you are. I swear it. But there was something about this girl...something that intoxicated me. Something that made me what to do that I did."
Silence. "Go on, Nicolas," she said finally, pacing back and forth again.
Nicolas kept his eyes on the floor. He couldn't bear to look at Miss Brooks. This was just too much for him. "I saw her there...the rain pouring onto her dress...her hair...her legs...everything. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I tried to think of you, mistress...I really did...but...when I looked at her, it seemed like there was nothing else in the world but the girl, the glade, and I.
"I slowly walked toward her, enraptured by her looks. The closer I got to her, the more I realized just how much and how little she was wearing. Her soaked dress clenched to her so tightly, I could tell that she was wearing nothing underneath. Nothing at all. And with the way the rain had soaked her, she may as well have been naked..."
Nicolas' voice trailed. "Don't stop," Miss Brooks hissed as her hand made contact with his back with a loud SMACK! "Keep talking...don't ever stop."
Nicolas nodded feebly, his back stinging slightly. "All right. I don't think she noticed me looking at her from afar. She seemed so absorbed in her book. And I, so eagerly, was absored in her. Even though she wore her dress, I could she every sensuous curve of her body...my God, it did remind me of an hourglass. The way the dress clung to her chest. In just looking at them, I could imagine just how perfect...how soft and supple her breasts could be...no...were..."
Whoa...that's enough. Wouldn't want to spoil the rest of it for you. And who knows who could be reading this (that's why there's a loving thing called password protect, of course) You'll have to come back in May for the rest of this tantalizing tale.
Sous la pluie, vous m'avez libéré de mon innocence... comment votre sensuality apporte mon âme à la vie...
The Snippet is still up, and the story is in production. Except for the Cast and Chapter's links, every other link is working. You can even link back if you like. The cast page should be up very soon. I've submitted my site to webrings, and I'm going to publicize it as well. Hopefully, people will stop by. I've decided not to password protect the story unless I'm forced to. On an OOC note, the guy who reminds me of Nicolas made his speech today-about why we should like Hulk Hogan. I'm still laughing about it. This guy has a knack for comedy. God bless you, Oscar.
This snippet and future chapters of Miss Brooks are not intended for readers under 18 and should not be read. This story is for mature audiences only.