Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part One

... a strong man entering the bath and fucking me on the edge of my tub. I wanted a man's touch; I needed a man's touch. I craved any man's pulsating cock. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy. It was hot and throbbing for something more massive. I grabbed the bubble bath bottle and pressed it between my aching pussy lips. Deeper and deeper, the neck plunged into me. As I worked that bottle feverishly inside my pussy the bath water began moving in waves from one end of the tub to the other, bubbles washing up over my tits and then back off again. Over and over, I plunged the bottle inside, over and over, the bubbles washed over my tits. Over and over, I imagined that bottle was a throbbing cock.

Waves of intense sexual pleasure joined the waves of bubbles as my body approached orgasm. It crashed into me like a tidal wave of ecstasy, and my muscles tensed as it peaked. I slowed the movement of the bottle as my orgasm began to subside. Releasing it from my pussy and hand, at the same time, it floated to the surface spreading the film of bubbles on the water as it did.

I lay there staring at that floating bottle, realizing that, once again, my body's craving for sexual release had won out over my mind's desire to bring myself back to some state of normalcy. My cravings had become uncontrollable. I couldn't even have a relaxing bubble bath without feeling the need for sexual release.

I whispered to myself, "Genevieve, you've become addicted to sex."

I had become addicted ...

... to sex, addicted to the sensation of sexual release. Addicted to throbbing erections and the taste of a man's cum. To the incredible feeling of hot sticky semen coating the walls of my pussy. I needed to feed my addiction and satisfy my sexual cravings. I dispelled all thoughts of normalcy and let my addiction and cravings control my actions.

Lifting from the tub, I quickly dried my body and went to my bedroom closet. No sexy lingerie, no silk stockings. A tight black tee shirt and skintight jeans, along with a pair of stiletto heels, would be all I needed to find the cock I craved. I pulled my hair out and let it cascade down my back. I grabbed a small handbag and dropped only the essentials inside: some cash, a bottle of red lip gloss, and my cell.

I had no use for a jacket to cover my hard nipples. I wanted them exposed to every man I approached. My Volvo was parked two spaces from the front of my building. Turning the key, I remembered that sexy bartender Jim at the East Street Café. He'd be my mark tonight, the next man I'd surrender my body to.

The East Street parking lot was nearly empty when I got there. I took a space off to the side and toward the back of the lot. Looking in my rearview mirror, I applied a layer of lip gloss and pursed my lips to ensure the coating was evenly applied. I dropped the bottle of gloss in my purse and tweaked my nipples to make them stand out even more.

I couldn't wait to see if Jim worked behind the bar tonight. As I opened ...