"Oh yeah, fuck, just like that Dana,"

I closed my eyes and just pretended it was a large, cherry lollipop. Fuck, how did my ass wind up in this situation...in someones house I barely know, on my knees sucking him off. At times, I would be hesitant and try to pull away, but this man, lets just say he's very dominant. Now, I am the type of woman he likes to fuck kinda rough, but this guy pulled my hair so freakin' hard, I thought he would leave a bald spot in my head. Every time I would slow down or stop, he would mumble things like, 'You better not stop, I was just about to cum' or 'Fuck, don't stop, you give head like a sex goddess.' I wasn't sure to be flattered or disgusted with the whole sex goddess comment. Any who, I looked up at his watch, and I could see it was 10:45 P.M. Oh yeah, I was gonna get the yelling of my life from my mother.

I decided it would be best to just hurry up, pick up my pace, and suck this fucker off so I can pick Kendra up. Hmm, but I was actually enjoying myself. I haven't gave head to someone maybe in the past, week...or two. I decided to start sucking faster, while I used my left hand to start stroking him. I already knew he was about to cum, due to all his loud moaning and I could feel the veins just pop out of his hard cock. Was it wrong that I was enjoying myself and I loved giving this guy one of my patent blow jobs? Either way, we both were enjoying ourselves, so I just went along for the ride. About 20 seconds later, he shot his load out. I swallowed but I nearly gagged. Fuck, he had maybe about a whole stream of cum. I got up off the floor and he pulled his jeans back up, while checking his outfit, trying to seem if he didn't just get about 2 hours of me giving him free head. "Thanks for not telling Randy," I mumbled while fixing my make up and hair. "I appreciate it," I looked at him and he gave me a mischievous smirk. "You swear you won't tell Randy, please I'm begging you not to tell him,"

"I swear I won't tell him," He gave me a stern look, then a nice smile. "Alex Shelley always keep his promises."


The next day was uneventful, Randy was still in Milwaukee, my parents thought it would be a good idea to take Kendra with them to their yearly trip to Barbados. I was alone. I hated being alone. I could call John, Adam, or Ted up. They always found their ways to make me feel better. Or I could call my new acquaintances, Alex and Chris. I still can't believe I fucked both of MCMG. Well, technically, I didn't sleep with Alex, or just gave him a blow-job. I looked around and I decided to call my therapist, Angel. Thank god, Randy didn't know I was going to her. I didn't want him thinking I couldn't keep my legs closed and I was crazy. I got dressed and drove down to her office. As soon as I got inside the building and walked to her office, I didn't even have to knock on the door for her to already know who it was. "Come in, Dana!" She yelled. This bitch must have ESP or something. I walked in and sat down in the chair. 15 minutes later we were already having the session, going through my relationship with Randy and my other lovers. "Dana, may I ask you a question?" She asked quietly. I nodded and my hands began shaking. You see, when I'm nervous, my hands begin to shake and I begin to look around as if the whole room is spinning.

She must have noticed because she held something out to me. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything, water, aspirin, maybe a cigarette will soothe you nerves?" She began to open a box and offer one of the cancer-ridden sticks to me. Randy and I used to have a habit of smoking, but that stopped as soon as Kendra was born. I shook my head no. "Alright. Now as I was saying, your addiction to sex, do you feel a bond or connection to any of these men?" I shrugged. "I don't know. All I feel for them is sex." She nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard. "Go on," I sighed. "I'm constantly lying to Randy, to hook up with these men. I have like nymphomania or some shit," She looked at me. "Do you think your a nymphomaniac, Dana?" She asked while letting her hazel eyes stare at me, like they were piercing my soul. I shook my head and stood up, grabbing my Gucci purse and running my hands through my hair. "What do you think!" I yelled at her. I could hear her call my name but I refused to go back. This bitch was supposed to be helping me, but instead was asking me about my sexual habits and whatnot.

I needed to clear my head so I decided to see Adam.


"Calm down, why are you acting so nervous around me?"

He asked. He scratched his head, letting his blond locks bounce up and down. I kept shifting in my seat and looking around. He must have that I was in a bad state of mental capability. "I'm not being nervous around you," I said with a small smile. He shook his head and smiled. "Whatever you say," He took a seat across from me, and lay down on the couch and gave me a look. The way he looked was such a tease. His blond hair was all over his face, and the lights hit his eyes, letting his emerald color eyes shimmer. He was shirtless, and he only had a pair of jeans on, with the belt not even being buckled. "Is there a reason why you came to see me?" He asked while looking over a Sports Illustrated magazine. I didn't say anything, words couldn't even form to come out of my mouth. I pounced on him like a tiger and we lay there on his couch, kissing roughly and began ripping each others clothes off. Soon the sex began and words weren't needed. Just moans and screams of pleasure were.


I gathered my ripped clothes off the floor and sighed. I cheated on Randy again. Was all the pleasure worth it? Maybe it is...but I definitely know its not worth the pain of my marriage ending. I put my clothes back on, along with my jacket and grabbed my purse and walked out of Adam's house and walked to my car. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled. Anger and wonder soon fulled over me. On the side of my car the word Bitch was scratched in, probably with someones keys. I wanted to know who the bitch was that did that to my car. Even more anger fulled my system when I saw my tires were slashed. I didn't know anything about how to change tires, so unless Adam knew something about it, I was shit out of luck.

Who would do something like this to me? I guess I've made a new enemy. Ain't that a bitch?