The Vixen

Zara Fox

Description

"I wanted to write about real experiences that happened during my adventure going from “vanilla” to “Vixen.” 

I want others to learn from my adventures through the lessons I present, to have better experiences and help navigate their own sexuality. This book will be honest, it will be messy, and it will be rated very XXX. It's not all sex-capades and non-stop fun; it’s more of a sexual evolution. Sex-positivity is on the rise and it’s time to open the discussion! 

This book is about the hard conversations, what I messed up on, and how my own hurt and trampled boundaries were addressed. I went from not knowing my boundaries, not knowing how to communicate my needs, wants, and desires to knowing who I am, what I want, what’s ok with me and not ok with me, owning my boundaries, and owning my self-worth.

This is not to say that I am perfect; we are all unique, and growth is an ongoing process. We are always learning and growing, and in order to do so, we make mistakes, test our limits, and move forward. 

If you are not into growth, self-inquiry, open and honest communication, sexuality, kink and exploration, then please don’t read this book. If you are into these things, then let’s get messy, sweaty, real and raw!"

Sujets

• Sexual Instruction
• Relationships
• Kink
• Self-help
• Relationship
• BDSM
• Erotica
• Romance
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 24 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9798765233771
• Langue: English

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Zara Fox




Copyright © 2022 Zara Fox.

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ISBN: 979-8-7652-3376-4 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3378-8 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3377-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915949

Balboa Press rev. date: 06/21/2023


DEDICATION
To the ones who inspired these chapters and never turned away from a challe nge …
To the ones who knew I would accomplish this and who supported me all the way thro ugh …
You know who you are.
To my Master and to my Sir – you both are the fire in my life and mean the absolute world t o me.
Thank you.


CONTENTS
Fore word
Introduc tion
Prol ogue
1 First Time Si nner
2 Viva la Me xico
3 Tie M e Up
4 NYE 14-Hour Sex Show
5 Extra, E xtra
6 Mr. Kink
7 Garden of Eve
8 Birthday Boy
9 Celebration of New Beginn ings
10 The Night of DP, DD, o r DV
11 Nude Beach Meets The Dun geon
12 Night of the Rac coon
13 Snowflake by N ight
14 Blindfolded by N ight
15 Conscious Mansion p arty
16 Night of BEh aven
17 The Night I Went to Paris and Lo ndon
18 The Vixen’s Night of XXXmas Play
Epil ogue
Glos sary
B ooks
About the Au thor


FOREWORD
If you’re looking for a romantic novel with graphic scenes and illicit experiences, one that will knock your socks off and make you say “Whaaa …?” (I’m imagining a huge grin or a shocked face), I’m going to stop you right here. Maybe this is your book, but if you want something like Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James, then put this book down and go read Fifty Shades of Grey . My book, however, is real, raw, and loaded with experiences. Naturally, names and locations have been changed, and for a very good reason—to maintain confidentiality and protect people’s pri vacy.
Now, with that out of the way, I want you to fully understand why and how I got into “the scene.” I had the hunger, the sexual appetite, and the desire to know/learn more about the communities within Canada. Everyone knows the communities are there, but they don’t truly know to what extent. There are public events with flashy shows and sex toys aplenty that are more mainstream, such as The Sex Show, and then there are fetish parties in club settings like Sinner’s, The Dungeon, Garden of Eve, Lifestyle 101, L’Orange, Aurora, The Oasis, or The X Club—to name a few. In addition to those that are publicized, there are fetish houses with different kinds of rooms, depending on what makes your imagination soar or run wild. In these places, fetish needs are met.
You’ll also find that different techniques are practiced in the fetish community, techniques such as rope, fire, electrical, whip, and spank play. Fetish play rarely, if ever, leads to sex; fetish needs, sensations, and desires are met through these kinky outlets where you can find just about anything you fancy. Rope play itself involves all sorts of techniques. It can even be mainstream where it’s all about the roper and ropee’s connection, feeling the patterns, or expressing a sense of style and technique that takes years of practice to per fect.
From here I’m going to tell you my story, and yes, drugs, sex, and alcohol are involved. I’ll start from the beginning, at The Sex Show where there are gadgets galore, pole dancers, demos on display—the works. I still remember “grinder girl”; as the name implies, she has a grinder that she uses on her metal-shielded body, and she grinds the metal cover on her crotch like it’s a dildo. The show is almost like a glamorous, high-priced toy fest with fantasy costumes and lessons for the unknowing to feast their eyes on. (I’ve been there three years in a row— cough, cough —and this year I dressed up as a sexy cop.)
To this day, I still remember watching a (BBW) bigger, younger woman (bottoms receive) get spanked with a wooden paddle on stage in front of a live audience until her ass was red. The Top (the person doing the spanking) was graciously talking dirty to the audience, where (to my surprise) this woman’s mom was sitting and watching as moans poured out of her daughter’s mouth. This level of sexual openness was shocking to me. Mind you, I would never in my right mind do this in front of my mother, and I hope she isn’t reading here … Hi, MOM! STOP reading now if you want me to remain the little princess that I am … so, off you go ! XO!
Now, on to the games. The Sex Show is where I bought my very first tie-downs and body icing which, I might add, was yummy … but very sticky so I suggest a little shower playtime as well or wipes for clean-up or “after care.” I do have honey dust that comes with an application brush. It is very inviting because every time you get kissed or licked, you taste like honey nectar and no mess!.
Along with the nights of club scene drunkenness, I’ve had my fair share of hitting three-plus clubs in one night, i.e., going to crazy afternoon lunch delights with a DJ and full patio BBQ before later moving on to a rooftop penthouse party, then an evening of dancing at another after-party. I remember looking up at the stars, thinking how wonderful my life was, and having a guy sitting next to me, making sure I had his number. Later, we got chased out of a building we weren’t supposed to be in and laughed our way home.
I’ve been to almost every club where I live, and each one has a class factor, a slutty factor, a friendliness rating, a music rating, and an atmospheric vibe. I’ll go back in time to tell you about one “lovely” night in Brick City, where I lived for a couple years. I was rocking my very tight, extremely short black dress, even though I still didn’t fully know how to do my makeup and hair. It was a small venue with lots of seating, a mainly bar setting, chandelier lighting glistening everywhere. For a small place, it looked halfway decent. The music was ok at best, and the girls glared at me. Don’t judge me just yet , I said to myself. I was there with a group of friends, and we ordered drinks: Sex on the Beach for them, and for me, a slim—vodka, water, lime.
After paying for my drinks, I turned around to a random guy—let’s call him “Slop” —who was telling a story like an Italian—very expressively—and crash! There goes my friend’s drink and mine, all down the front of my dress. Fun times … He quickly said sorry and bought us shots to make up for it, in addition to replacing our original drinks—doubled. When I turned away from the bar for the second time, I encountered an angry girl—let’s call her “Bee.” I simply asked the guy if he knew her. He shook his head and said, “Don’t know her.” At that, she got even more upset, and when I leaned over to whisper something in his ear, I saw fire in her eyes. She started calling me all sorts of colorful names— “Fucking cunt bitch” and “Wanna go, you slut?!” I quickly realized she was drunk and crazy, so I asked the guy watching next to me if he knew her. Confused, he replied blankly, “No … don’t you?!” I said, “Hell no! She just started the crazy train, and I do not want to catch that ride. I want a refund!” Before I could turn away again, she threw her drink down the front of my dress. My only reaction was laughter and a loud, “REALLY!?” I was confused as fuck about why this girl was trying to pick a fight, but I didn’t care too much about the extra drink on my dress as my tight black thing was already soaked from the drink that random-guy-number-one had accidently spilled o n me.
This was getting out of hand very quickly—the big mouth on her, no one around. Finally, her friend saw what was going on and came up to me, telling me to get off her BFF’s boyfriend. I pointed to the guy next to me that I had been flirting with, and she looked confused. She said, “No, no, the guy that bought you a drink.” I replied, “OH! You mean the guy who spilled a drink on me and replaced it?” She finally figured out that her friend was crazy and went over to her after telling me sorry. She tried calming her friend down, but I think a stun gun or