Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part Two

... slitting my wrists to let the guilt drain from me along with my life's blood.

Instead, I hid under the covers of my bed. Crying until I had no more tears to cry, sobbing until I could weep no more. Feeling more guilt than I've ever felt before. My only relief was the total exhaustion I was feeling and the numbness of unrestful sleep.

I called off work Friday, not wanting to talk to anyone. I sank into a deep state of depression. My only thoughts were of how dirty I felt the night before when the excitement of being used by so many men wore off. How could I have allowed myself to sink to this low a sexual state of mind? My body had gained control of all my other senses, including my sense of self-worth. I honestly had become just precisely what Jim had called me. A dirty little whore cum slut to be used by any man with a stiff prick and a load of sperm.

Friday passed without me being able even to fathom how I'd come to grips with what I'd become. At about eight that evening, my phone rang. I didn't move from my fetal position on the sofa to even see who was calling.

"Please leave me a message after the beep,” my voicemail played.

Dick's familiar voice said, "Gen, I....." he paused. "I'm sorry I've hurt you so ...

... badly. I won't be calling you anymore, Gen. I've made an ass of myself long enough, so I'll stop trying to get through to you." He hung up without saying another word. I suppose he'd said it all. His words only added to my feeling of guilt. I hadn't even given him a chance or taken the time to explain why I'd built such a solid emotional wall between us. I thought to myself, "Genevieve, you're going to live to regret not giving him a second chance."

As I lay in bed that Friday night, waiting for the relief of another uneasy sleep, I thought about the men I'd surrendered my body to over the last several weeks. Not a single one of them would want to spend the rest of their lives with a woman who so readily gave up her body to their sexual desires.

The physical transformation I'd gone through was wonderful. I'd never felt better about myself. But along with the physical transformation, I'd allowed myself to be emotionally transformed into something ugly and distasteful. Before I finally fell asleep, I made myself a promise.

I'd begin the next day to claw back emotionally. To drag myself out of the bottomless sexual barrel I'd fallen into. I wasn't sure I knew exactly how to accomplish that seemingly impossible feat.