Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

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I stood and walked away from him, wanting to get away as quickly as I could. The scenes on stage had turned me into a wanton woman, and I'd given in to my desires with a total stranger. As I walked toward the back of the theater, I heard the microphone click on once again. "Final Taboo, Anal Sex."

I stopped in my tracks. I'd written about anal sex without knowledge of what it even looked like. Without ever seeing images of someone performing anal sex. As I turned, the white spotlight again illuminated the bed on stage. The mature woman who had earlier performed oral sex on that young-looking actor was now onstage naked and kneeling on the bottom edge of the bed. She was holding a tube of lubricant above her ass and squeezed an ample amount onto her ass and between the cheeks. She massaged the oil into her anus, preparing it for what I knew was about to happen. I gasped as the black man who had appeared in the first Taboo scene walked on stage. His huge black cock standing firmly at attention from his groin. He positioned himself behind her and pressed the head of his mass into her ass. She screamed in pain as he plunged his cock deep into her. Her screaming continued as I turned and ran the remaining steps to the exit of this place.

Pushing the door open, I stepped onto the sidewalk outside. My breath was still coming in short gasps. I froze in my steps. Part of me wanted to return inside and watch the invasion I knew was underway. The other part of me ...

... wanted to run and hide from the feelings of lust I was having. Had I taken my transformation too far too fast, unknowingly transformed myself into a wanton woman, consumed by a passion for sex? Only time would tell which path I'd follow.

I walked the nine blocks to my hotel, looking only at the sidewalk as it passed under my feet. I didn't want to make eye contact with another soul, fearing they would sense my guilt for my actions earlier. Fearing they could sense the lust I was feeling in my soul—a desire for sex, hot, shameless sex. My mind raced as I approached the door to my hotel. I avoided eye contact with the doorman even as he greeted me with a friendly "Evening, Miss." I laughed to myself. Earlier today, I had relished hearing a man call me Miss; now, all I wanted was to get to my room to be alone with my guilt, my thoughts, and my lust.

The door clicked closed, and I leaned against it, finally feeling safe from the world around me. I needed to wash the remains of my wanton experience from me. Cleanse my body at least of the musty smell of Taboos. My mind would be something much more complicated to cleanse, but I wasn't sure I wanted to cleanse my mind.

Stripping out of my jeans and tee, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My thong still showed the evidence of the nameless fingers that had brought me to this state. I stripped it off and threw it in the waste basket.

Hot water and soap would cleanse my body, refresh my scent, and hopefully wash my guilt ...