Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One

The ménage à trios I'd had with Marsha and her lover kept my mind occupied for several days as I went through the motions of lecturing to my classes and keeping myself busy with work and other things not involving sex. I still had a sex craving; I still wanted to experience every cock and, after Marsha, every pussy I could. But I was becoming more and more aware that I had become addicted to sex. If I didn't get my sexual appetite under control, it was going to eat me alive.

The man I wanted to hear from most, Bill, hadn't contacted me since we'd made love on that rainy night when his wife thought he was working late. However, Dick had called several times during those days while I was trying to regain control of myself. Each time, I let his call go to voice mail, and with each message, he sounded more and more distant. It was as if his calls were one last attempt to break through the wall I had placed between us. I knew I'd have to deal with him sooner or later. I owed him that much. Almost two weeks had passed since we made love in his home. His latest phone message awaited when I dismissed my last class Thursday afternoon. I pressed the play button, knowing it would be Dick.

"Gen, please." He began, "We need to talk. I can't get you off my mind, Genevieve. Please call me."

Maybe I'd call him later that evening. After a quick dinner, I decided to try and relax with a warm bubble bath. I'd often used a relaxing bath to help me overcome writer's block. Perhaps it ...

... would help me solve my dilemma of what I'd say to Dick. I made myself a cup of tea and surrounded my bathtub with several candles. Turning on some soft jazz, I filled the tub with hot water and a thick layer of bubbles. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I lowered my body into the soothing bubble bath. I leaned back and let the hot water relax my muscles, and the soft bubbles caress my skin. I closed my eyes and thought about the sexual path I was heading down.

My mind was telling me that my actions were wrong, but my body still craved the excitement of having men lust for me. I craved the feeling of intimacy when a man's cock throbbed inside me, craved the taste of sex, the sensual intensity of my orgasms. I craved the absolutely incredible feeling of having a man explode inside me, filling me with his warm seed.

Even the thought of those cravings excited me. My nipples became hard. The temptation to touch myself overwhelmed me. I slowly brought my soft hands up to cup my supple breasts, rolling the erect nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. My nipples tingled almost as much under my tender caresses as they did when a man touched or suckled on them. I lowered one hand below the veil of soapy bubbles and between my thighs. My middle finger found and spread the fleshy sheath covering my clit. Instantly, my loins came alive with tingling sensations of sexual pleasure.

I massaged my clit with one hand and my breasts with the other. My mind raced with the fantasy of ...