Nymphomania Beginnings: Complete Series (Taboo Menage Romance) by Victoria Harp

Author:Victoria Harp
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Menage Erotica
Published: 2015-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

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Raquel Matters - The Present,

The Beginning of Winter 2015

The windshield wipers thump away the seconds inside the car. I need to be fucked and this guy is going to pussy out. He looks at his wedding band as he grips the steering wheel.

“You sure you don’t want to come up?”

“Sorry, I just don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Come on, your wife won’t find out.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“Ugh, why are you so chicken? Come on, get in here, I don’t want to have to go find some other guy this late.”

“Jesus.”

“Fuck you Ron, you don’t get to judge me.”

“It’s Todd. This was a mistake, have a good night.”

“Oh yeah it is! I’d never fuck a guy like you! I bet you have a little prick!”

BAM! I slam my front door behind me. I throw the keys into the couch and they disappear between the cushions.

“What an asshole.”

I carry a bottle of scotch from my kitchen to my bedroom. The smooth dark scotch burns past my lips but matches the heat in my stomach. I burn with the need, I always do. That is what Mary didn’t understand, that behind the mask of fun the truth is that I am self-destructive to quench the flames. No matter how many times I put them out they always come back, always there, burning inside me, the desire to have it all, to take whatever man I see, to have him inside me.

I take another drink and lay back into my bed. I’m feeling better as the alcohol kicks in but it won’t last. Not unless I do something about it. I could go back out, it’s only 1 am, I could just hang around on a corner and pretend like I’m working. At least then I’d have something to show for it after I was done.

No, that won’t do me any good. Nothing positive could come from that. I should just take care of myself, stay in and focus on bettering my life all around. Tomorrow is another day, there is always a chance to improve me life. I’m not dead yet. Tomorrow I will get up, eat a good breakfast and go see Mary. She’s always there to listen even if she doesn’t fully understand what I am going through. It does help having someone to talk to. She’s been a huge encouragement to me. I wouldn’t have gotten myself off the streets if she hadn’t helped me find low income housing and a steady job at the cleaners.

I turn to the side and face a blank wall. Life is much like this, wide open with possibilities, we spend years placing our favorite memories on the wall with photographs but when you don’t have any it is just blank. Some find that state to be depressing, the void, but really it is all a matter of perspective. Mary helped me see that it is nothing more than a blank canvas to paint what you want on. There’s still time, still plenty of life left to paint the mural I want.

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