Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... But over time he seemed less and less happy. He put on weight, I didn’t. I had a close knit circle of friends, moms in the neighborhood, coworkers, and so on – he didn’t. I was called back by Playboy to pose again a year later, bringing in a good amount of extra income – he was stuck in a job he hated, making an amount he felt was lower than it should be. He was miserable. I felt horrible for him, but I loved him, and stuck with him. Even after he started hitting me. It was a slap here and there, nothing major at first, the words hurt most. Hateful, mean spirited, jealousy fueled words. He shamed me for posing in that magazine. He accused me of cheating, even though all my spare time was spent with our son; someone who became the only positive aspect of my life. Then the frequency of the slaps increased, followed by a punch on occasion. Then, over time, those too increased in amount. I went to the hospital a couple times. I had to get stitches on my chin. I was knocked out a few times. I received a couple more stitches on my temple. But I stayed with him, thinking it was a phase; loving him unconditionally – what a good wife would do, right? I hated lying to my son. Joshua was 11 or 12 at that point. I think he was able to tell I wasn’t being truthful with him, that I didn’t really fall down the front steps. I begged Owen to talk to a professional, to seek help. He hit me for even suggesting it. Our sex life ended. I would have dreams about him and I in a happier place. I’d ...

... dream of him grabbing my breasts from behind, whispering how much he loved me in my ear when he came in me. But it was all a fantasy. We were getting by just fine. But I suppose it wasn’t enough for him. I never thought poorly for him, I never made fun of him for how much money he made, I never mistreated him. He was, and I suppose still is, a great father. He protects his son as best he can. Sadly, he views me as a threat, and he won’t let me talk to or see Joshua. ******* “Hey, it’s ok, Alyssa. You don’t have to go on. I was just making conversation,” Ulysses said, wiping a tear away from her eye. “No, I can go on. I might as well tell you. You’re really all I have,” Alyssa said, resting her head on Ulysses’ chest. She paused a moment, thinking about how to continue, forging ahead after deciding to tell Ulysses how she left Owen. Chapter 2 Alyssa trembled in Ulysses’ arms, straddling him, cumming again. He kissed her large breasts, holding her pregnancy with his dark brown hands. “I can feel the baby kicking,” He observed. “Yes,” Alyssa said, catching her breath. “That was a pretty powerful orgasm. It probably shook things up in there,” she laughed. “Now then, where was I?” she asked, closing her eyes when Ulysses kissed her stomach. ******* I set up a PO Box for my son. I was getting prepared, thinking the worst. One day after school, I took him by the post office, did some paperwork, and gave him the key to it. I told him to check this box for letters from mommy. I felt ...