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From: Angelique Rich <angelique.rich@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Nymphomaniac (MFM)
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Date: Fri, 09 Jul 2010 22:10:02 -0400
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I've been fighting it for over two weeks now. I did my best not to
think of it, trying not to let my mind wander down that path that I
hate so much - and yet yearn so much. I've spent nights, laying in my
bed, reading, watching TV, doing anything to keep the need out of my
mind. And while I did, I knew I would loose, I knew I would do it
again. 

I've stood in front of this mirror yesterday already, but yesterday, I
managed to turn away and fight my inner demon once more. But as I
stand in front of my mirror now, I know I lost the fight and I hate
myself for it. I always loose it. No matter how much I try, no matter
how many sessions I had with my therapist. I watch myself apply
mascara to my lashes, giving them the darkness and length to complete
the sultry look of my green eyes, a look I know will catch their
attention.

I put lipstick on, the dark red, sinful one, that complements the red
of my shoulder long hair. I put my glasses on the counter under my
makeup mirror. The world will be hazy now, but that's ok. Where I go,
it will be dark anyway and I know I will feel better if the memories
will be hazy as well. 

On my way to my apartment's door I stop briefly and look at myself in
the mirror that hangs next to the door. I look at the red haired
woman, dressed in a short white dress that clings to her skin. The
open back of it makes it clear to everybody that I am not wearing a
bra. The 7 inch high heels accentuate my curvy ass and I know the low
cut back of the dress that almost exposes the dark valley between the
firm cheeks will guide the eyes to it even more.  

"Whore" I whisper to myself as I look at the woman in the mirror and I
shiver as a voice in my mind disagrees, telling me that I am not a
whore, that it is not my fault. I lock the apartment behind me,
hearing the voice snicker. 

And as I enter the street, I know that I will hate myself tomorrow.

-o-

The lights are flashing, exposing moving and grinding bodies in
stroboscopic explosions of light, bodies that gyrate to the rhythm of
the loud music as they perform the age old ritual. I'm in the middle
of the whirling mass, the drums vibrating through my soul as I dance
with closed eyes, trying to repress the need that brought me here. And
yet I feel their presence around me, I feel the eyes and the unspoken
question as they stare at my moving body, the thin dress the only
thing between my flesh and the hungry eyes. 

I open my eyes and see a face, strong lines exposed by the flashing
lights, looking at me, watching me dance. He is close and he moves
with the elegance and self confidence of a strong man, a man who know
what he wants and knows he gets what he wants. His body is almost
touching me and the way he watches me makes the heat in my groin grow.
He sees me watch him and his gaze moves from my face to my jiggling
breast. I don't have to look down to know he watches the fabric rub my
hard nipples, they feel taut and ache to be touched and pinched by his
strong fingers. 

He smiles and I know he sees the contours of the silver rings that are
pierced through each of my nipples. I catch myself licking my lips as
I look at him and the thought of what he might imagine as he watches
the slut writhe in front of him, makes my nether lips swell in
anticipation. 

 He moves closer, our bodies almost touching as he looks over my
shoulder and grins at somebody behind me, somebody who starts to grind
himself against my body. I shiver as I realize he's not alone. He
reaches out, his hand on my right hip pulling me against him and as he
does, another hand feeling for my left, and I know both hands are
feeling for the hemline of panties. 

And as they start to grind their crotches against my body and let me
feel the hardness in their pants, the voice in me, that was shouting
at me that he doesn't love me, vanishes and and the seductive whisper
starts, telling me that he, they love me and they will show me their
affection and passion tonight. 

I moan at their touch, my lips, all my lips open and moist and as they
guide me off the dance floor, I welcome their hands on my hips and
follow them to a dark corner of the club. The anonymous man behind me
holds me, his strong hands pulling my arms behind my back and I find
my hands drawn to the hard flesh, hard flesh they willingly, greedily
start to explore through his pants as his friend cups my breast with
both his hands, fondling, mauling the firm globes firmly. The touch
silences the  reasoning voice for good and I moan, ready and willing
to give my body to their love. 

His fingers grab the rings through my cloths. I see his lips move and
although I cant hear his voice through the loud music, I know he tells
me how much he loves me and that they will always care for me. I feel
his friend laugh, his strong arm pinning my arms behind my back as he
reaches around me with his other arm and pulls the neckline of my
dress down until my pale flesh is exposed and his friend pulls on both
rings, making  me arch my back in response. 

I moan and wince in pain and arousal, the rising heat in my body makes
my hands fumble with the pants of the lover behind me until I feel the
hot heat of his aroused flesh on my palm and I close my hand on his
hardness, a sensation that makes me almost cry, as I realize how much
he loves me.

A strong hand moves between my legs, grabbing trembling flesh and
opening me as my left knee is pulled up and out, forcing me to balance
on one leg. I look down and gasp as I see my lover has freed his hard
flesh from the confines of his pants and he moves closer to feed my
needs with the love of his flesh. 

I look over his shoulder at the dancing masses that are oblivious of
what happens in the dark corner and I scream in joy and love as I feel
his hardness spear in my wet hot center, filling me again and again as
I listen how his groans and moans tell me of his love and passion. The
lover in my back let my arms go and I reach out to hold my lover as
his hard flesh moves in and out of my core. Tears of joy fill my eyes
and blind me as I happily listen to the sweet voice in my mind that
tells me how happy I can be to be loved so dearly. 

I feel hands spread the globes of my ass and I sense the firm touch of
my other lover's cock at the tight small hole. I tremble, unsure if of
anticipation or fear as I feel it push and then the music masks my
scream as he opens me up and forces its way in me, the pain making me
sob and burry my face on my lover's shoulder. Unconscious of anything
but the moving cocks in me I'm trapped between the two bodies until
the pain subsides and is replaced by ever rapidly growing heat that
engulfs me and makes me add the screams of my passion to the clamor of
the music and the cheers of the dancing crowd.

I hear them groan sounds of love and then I feel them deeply in me,
pulsing, filling me with the proof of their love as they shiver, grunt
and pump. I hold them close and the three of us stand in the darkness,
breathing hard, each of us listening to our hearts thundering beat.
And as it slows down, the silenced voice grows stronger again.

"Are you happy now?"

"You slut did it again."

"Do you really think they love you?!"

I shiver as I hear the voice grow stronger, flinching as I try to
silence it until I squirm from the mens embrace and run, trying to run
away from myself

-o-

I stare at the woman in the mirror behind my apartment's door.  I
watch her pick up the phone and dial, as tears mess up her makeup. She
sobs as she listens to the answering machine, notifying her  about the
clinic's office hours and then tells her to talk after the beep. 

"Hello Dr. Jenkins. It' me, Judy. I... I did it again..."
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As always, feel free to tell me if you liked it. 
If you didn't please tell me as well :)

And - if the story gave you an erotic tickle - thank you :)

Those who liked it can find my other stories here:
http://cynfulangel.blogspot.com/

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