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Mystearica
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- Joined
- May 20, 2014
Sexual addiction was a strange thing -- it was a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For some, it was a high from the chemicals and hormones only released during a good fucking like an abnormally sexy adrenaline junkie. For others, it was an escape from their life and their problems, finding that the world didn't hurt as much when you were balls deep in someone or someone was balls deep in you.
For Victoria, it was a little different than that. She CRAVED a good fucking, but never fucked the same man twice. She was looking for something, staring these men in the eyes, feeling the contours of the body, hoping that they were the one for her. A man that could scratch that itch, slake that thirst, or otherwise fulfill a metaphor (and her) in a way other men just... couldn't.
On the plus side, she thought she'd finally found him.
He was the classical tall, dark, and handsome man with eyes that burned deep into her and made her all buttery -- she'd nearly jumped him the first time she had laid eyes on him, begging to feel him pounding her for all she was worth.
On the downside... well, it couldn't have happened in a worse place.
It was something court mandated after she'd been found fucking a busboy in a back alley, another mark for indecent exposure and public lewdness -- a rehab clinic of sorts for sexaholics. A nice-looking place with clean, sanitary halls, nice little rooms (though the beds were a little firm for her tastes). They still went to their jobs, sure, but they were on a tight clock and had to be back for their meetings and sessions and... ugh.
And that man, with his piercing eyes, had turned her down twice already. The people there kept a close eye on them, but Victoria had swore she culd get out of it. Could get out of her tracking bracelet, sneak over to his room, and... have a little fun. He hadn't believed her.
Which is why she proved it one cold night by slipping out of her bracelet and slinking over to his room, with his name printed on a crisp little card on the front of the door. She knew he wasn't in yet, so she slipped in and quickly stripped, sprawling sideways across the bed with her hand on one bared hip.
She was down to black lace panties and a bra, her curvy form filling out the garments nearly perfectly, her pale body thrumming with need and desire as she waited for her... "prey".
For Victoria, it was a little different than that. She CRAVED a good fucking, but never fucked the same man twice. She was looking for something, staring these men in the eyes, feeling the contours of the body, hoping that they were the one for her. A man that could scratch that itch, slake that thirst, or otherwise fulfill a metaphor (and her) in a way other men just... couldn't.
On the plus side, she thought she'd finally found him.
He was the classical tall, dark, and handsome man with eyes that burned deep into her and made her all buttery -- she'd nearly jumped him the first time she had laid eyes on him, begging to feel him pounding her for all she was worth.
On the downside... well, it couldn't have happened in a worse place.
It was something court mandated after she'd been found fucking a busboy in a back alley, another mark for indecent exposure and public lewdness -- a rehab clinic of sorts for sexaholics. A nice-looking place with clean, sanitary halls, nice little rooms (though the beds were a little firm for her tastes). They still went to their jobs, sure, but they were on a tight clock and had to be back for their meetings and sessions and... ugh.
And that man, with his piercing eyes, had turned her down twice already. The people there kept a close eye on them, but Victoria had swore she culd get out of it. Could get out of her tracking bracelet, sneak over to his room, and... have a little fun. He hadn't believed her.
Which is why she proved it one cold night by slipping out of her bracelet and slinking over to his room, with his name printed on a crisp little card on the front of the door. She knew he wasn't in yet, so she slipped in and quickly stripped, sprawling sideways across the bed with her hand on one bared hip.
She was down to black lace panties and a bra, her curvy form filling out the garments nearly perfectly, her pale body thrumming with need and desire as she waited for her... "prey".
