This has been sitting on my shelf for a while. I usually want to have something written for the next chapter before publishing what I've written, just so that I don't feel like I'm shooting myself in the leg. For example, originally this chapter ended in a way that didn't really give me anything to write on. After I changed it to current ending, the next cha...
It took some time to formulate my thoughts after I walked out of the screening of 'Shame'. The setting was familiar; the story resonated with past experiences. Yet what was most on my mind is the behavior of the women in the film. They seemed always willing, looking for sexual adventures despite their 'taken' status, forthcoming and even aggressive, just lik...
I am going through withdrawal. I haven't heard from Derek in days! David has even noticed my obvious moody behavior and suggested that I go and take the weekend to go to the spa. For a moment, I felt guilty. I have the perfect man, but it's not enough. I need more. I'm such a slut. I agree to go, figuring I would have to do something so that I could be mys...
The trip was mostly spontaneous in nature. That is, I had been planning to take the overnight Amtrak from Seattle to San Francisco for some well needed recreation. Two days before the trip I asked Ryan. I didn't think my husband would mind. He was all of 24, eight years my junior. I met a week ago, in a sex addiction meeting. I had went there because I want...
The day dragged on in a blur of lust and clock watching. I almost jacked off four times, but each time the thought of Jenny helped to pull me back. I wanted to cum with her. I needed to hold it back. It became a mantra. I want to come with her. I need to hold it back. I ate some lunch, something, who the fuck knows and I'm pretty sure I helped some people...
I sat in stunned silence watching myself on the screen, not believing the look on my face. There I was on my knees in front of this young black man pleading with him to allow me to take his cock out of his pants. I remember the anticipation I felt as he made me wait, my pussy was creaming and then as an honor, he allowed me to drop his pants to the floor. I...
Author's note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series and was never intended to be a stand alone story. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. That gives me a sense of how everyone likes it. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it c...
Every time I tell myself I'm going to quit being with him, I end up backsliding. I don't think my addiction can be overcome. How else would you explain what I'm doing right now? I'm in his apartment, waiting for him. He's become essential to my existence. I don't know how that happened. My name is Marina Brown and this is a true story of my struggle to overc...
This is a true story. Well I guess "true story" is a kind of oxymoron, huh? But anyway, I have an addiction, well it's a small addiction. Like being fed everyday, I need to be relieved everyday... (chuckle) . I lost a lot of weight a couple of years ago. I was 300lbs. While that was going on, I had no boyfriends, certainly no one was looking at me in that wa...
My mind was outpacing the high speed of my car. I was on my way to get a fix that I had been craving for a long time. No, it wasn't drugs or strong drink; it was the rush of raw sexual bliss. This mad dash to a finish had been a long time coming. Ever since I knew that I was able to blow a load, I had dealt with lustful urges by taking matters into my own h...