The Chain: Link 8 - Sex Stories

The Chain: Link 8

Thank you for responding so promptly to our offer. We hereby cordially invite you to our special Three Rooms Experience. Please expect a representative to call on you at 7 pm this evening. That was all. There was nothing to identify the sender of the text message; number withheld. Anthea felt a thrill run through her body. She didn’t feel afraid, even though it was all very mysterious. If anything she was surprised that there had been something in that odd business; the padded envelope that had arrived yesterday, containing a figurine of a couple entwined and a sheet of paper, which she’d read several times. Dear recipient, A well-wisher has chosen you to receive this exceptional gift. Enclosed, you will find a special figurine. This figurine will enable you to experience your deepest sexual desires. All you have to do is kiss it, and recite the incantation below. After that, place the figurine in a prominent place in your home and wait for your desires to be fulfilled. Enjoy! Anthea wasn’t a credulous person, but there seemed little harm in doing as the note urged. There was a 99% chance that nothing would happen, but there was a part of her that wanted it to be true. She placed the figurine on her kitchen table, feeling obscurely attracted to it whenever she looked at it. Or perhaps she was just attracted to the promise contained within. The simple truth was that Anthea was a young woman with an unusually strong sex drive, which was complemented by an equally strong sense ...

... of discomfit in the kinds of social situations other people took for granted. Her student peers were forever forming relationships and breaking up, but Anthea held herself aloof from such shenanigans. Her own brief liaisons with boys her own age hadn’t been a success. When she was younger, her father had advised her, in a roundabout sort of way, to beware, that a lot of boys were only interested in one thing. Disappointingly, Anthea soon discovered that this was far from true. She seemed to attract boys who went out of their way to get to know her better, while she was much too private to want anyone to get to know her better, and much too convinced that she wasn’t that interesting anyway. When the time came to get to the only thing boys were supposed to be interested in, she soon discovered that they were frustratingly hesitant and solicitous. Thank goodness for the internet. As soon as she was of age, Anthea set up a profile on a dating site. Now she consciously looked for older men, specifically married men. She assumed that they would have a need for secrecy that complemented her own need for privacy. She also assumed (correctly) that these men weren’t looking for anything deep and meaningful, and had no intention of leaving their wives. That suited her fine. There were complications. She hadn’t bargained for so many men assuming that the only possible interest a young woman could have in a sexual liaison with them was for money. Anthea didn’t have any particular moral ...