Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered (4 page)

‘Oh, yes,’ I
replied enthusiastically. I was on familiar ground now. ‘In fact, I have a
friend – a friend of a friend, actually - who suffers from this very problem.
She has an uncontrollable need to have sex as often as she can.’

‘That must be
very difficult for her...and for you, too, as her friend.’

‘Oh yes, I - er
- feel her pain. It must be very frustrating.’

Brad was very
interested now. ‘Very often, these problems exist, but professionals such as
myself know little about them, because people don’t share these very private
issues. We could be bringing a major topic to the surface.’

Having opened my
mouth, I was beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea. There was no
telling where this was going to end up. But it was too late now, I was
committed. Brad had a look in his eye that told me he had already decided on a
plan of action.

‘OK, Angel,’ he
said. ‘Let’s do it this way. You will be the journalist, of course, researching
the stories of real people who suffer from this problem...starting with your
friend. And I will add the professional point of view, looking at the medical,
social and psychological angles. This could be a very interesting series of
articles. Run it by Vanessa this afternoon, and let me know what she says.’

With that, he
reached across the table and squeezed my hand. I am sure there was no sexual
motivation. It was just a friendly gesture between colleagues. But it set off
fireworks that shot right up my arm and into my brain. I tried to focus. I
didn’t want to squeak again. Somehow I made it through dessert and coffee, and
eventually got back to the office, wondering what kind of Pandora’s box I had
just opened up.

***

Well, the good news is that Vanessa
thought the idea was fantastic. Basically, she liked the idea of plastering
headlines like ‘I Was a Sex Addict And Loved Every Minute’ on the cover of the
mag, and selling shitloads of copies as a result. Well, if that’s what paid my
wages, then so be it. But what did surprise me was that she came up with the phone
numbers of two people she said had struggled with some kind of sex addiction.

‘I don’t suppose
they will want to reveal their real names, but they may talk to you if we agree
to be discreet,’ she said. ‘One is a former male model, the other is a woman
who used to be a friend of mine, who went off the rails. So I suggest you try
to contact them and arrange interviews, and see what you can come up with.’

Sending a sex
addict to interview sex addicts? Was that really a good idea? I didn’t know,
but it sounded like it could be fun. And if it gave me a good excuse to work
with Brad and his sexy voice, that was fine with me.

Yes, I’m a fraud, and I am well aware of
it. Here I was, just a couple of days later, interviewing the lady that Vanessa
had suggested, her former friend. We were at her apartment, drinking coffee,
and I was pretending to be the innocent journalist who was a little shocked at
the revelations of her past behaviour.

Karen was in her
early thirties, a slim and sexy brunette with a riot of red hair and freckles
to match. She was dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt that emphasized
her boobs. I could imagine that she had never had much difficulty in finding
guys to party with. She had known Vanessa since their university days, and had
stayed in touch ever since, even though their careers had diverged many years
ago. Karen was some kind of financial wizard, apparently, and judging by the
home she lived in, she had done very well at it. We were sitting on a balcony
with very expensive views across Double Bay and Sydney harbour. I wouldn’t have
chosen this apartment myself. I’m terrified of heights, and the thought of
living on the 34
^th
floor scared me to death. Just sitting on the
balcony felt rather adventurous. I sat on the side of the table furthest from
the balcony rail, and kept my feet rooted to the floor.  But I had to admit
that it was all rather stunning. It was a beautiful morning, and the sea was
blue and tranquil. This really was a gorgeous place to be. What I had seen of
the home so far was very expensively furnished with good taste. Lucky bitch.
Well, OK...clever bitch.

Karen was very
friendly, and surprisingly eager to talk about her past, asking only that we
didn’t use her real name in the magazine. For me, this was a very interesting
experience. I had never met another woman with a sexual appetite similar to
mine. I was all ears, and my biggest problem was stopping myself from saying
‘me, too!’ when she told me of some of her juicier adventures.

‘Sex is the most
natural thing in the world,’ she pointed out, as she topped up my coffee. ‘We
are designed to find sexual experiences enjoyable to ensure that we continue to
procreate the human race. Just think. The only reason you are here today is
because your mother got laid, and so did both of your grandmothers, all four of
your great-grandmothers...and so on for thousands of generations. If any one of
those thousands of women hadn’t enjoyed a good fuck, you wouldn’t be here this
morning.’

Well, that was
an interesting way of looking at it. So I am genetically programmed to be a
slut. It’s all my grandmothers’ fault. If I ever make it to the Pearly Gates, I
will try that one on St. Peter - maybe he will let me in, after all. But I kept
my thoughts to myself and let Karen continue.

‘The fact is, we
are all here on Earth for just a short time, so I figure you have to make the
most of it. No point in turning round when you are eighty years old and wishing
you had done more. So I have been cramming in as much as I can while I am still
relatively young. To tell you the truth, I have slept with dozens of guys, and
I don’t regret a single one.’

Dozens? This
lady was just an amateur. She should have been interviewing me! But never
mind....I wanted to hear more. She told me about how she lost her virginity
when she was fourteen, and how she just wanted to repeat the sensation over and
over again. Then she went on to give me a run down on various guys she had
slept with, and what they got up to.

‘You look a
little flushed. I expect you are shocked by all this,’ she said. Shocked wasn’t
the word...more like excited. And I was picking up a few useful tips, too. I
was finding it hard to concentrate on taking notes.

‘Have you ever
had sex with another woman?’ she asked suddenly. Now that did take me by
surprise. I jumped nervously and spilled my coffee all down my white dress. It
was hot and burned my leg, so I leaped to my feet, knocking the coffee table
over in the process and sending hot coffee and milk splashing all over Karen,
too. She jumped to her feet, and we both stood frozen in horror for a moment.
We were both a mess, and it was all my fault. I thought she was going to be
angry, but then she started giggling, and I couldn’t help joining in.

Karen motioned
for me to follow her indoors. ‘No harm done,’ but we both need a change of
clothes.’

‘If I can just
use your bathroom for a minute, I can clean this up,’ I said.

Karen shook her head. ‘That dress will
be ruined if it is not cleaned properly right away. Look, you are about the
same size as me. You can borrow some of my clothes, and I will get your dress
cleaned and sent back to you. Let’s find something that fits you.’

We walked
through the house to her bedroom, which was enormous. It was sparsely
furnished, with a huge four-poster bed dominating the room, surrounded by
deep-pile cream carpet. One wall was all glass, giving another awesome view
looking back across the city. I followed Karen into the ensuite bathroom, which
was about as big as my whole bedroom at home. There she stripped quickly out of
her T-shirt and jeans, and dropped them into a laundry basket. She was a very
attractive woman, not an ounce of excess padding anywhere, just gentle curves
in all the places you are supposed to have gentle curves.

She motioned for
me to undress, too, and a few seconds later, we were both standing there in our
bras and panties. I felt a little self-conscious…heck we had only met half an
hour ago, and now we standing almost naked and sizing each other up
surreptitiously.

I tried not to
stare, honest, but she had fantastic boobs. Don’t get me wrong, guys are my
main thing, as you already know, but I can certainly appreciate the beauty of
the female form. And Karen had a lot of feminine beauty racked up in her chest.
And the rest of her body wasn’t so bad, either. I guessed she worked out
regularly, because her tummy was flat, and her whole body was almost glowing
with health. But I wasn’t the only one who was staring. I noticed that she was
looking at me, too, with rather more than interest than you might expect from a
woman.

                        ‘The coffee has
gone through to your bra,’ she said. ‘Let me see if I can sponge it off. She
soaked a bathroom sponge under the hot tap, and then gently massaged my bra
with it. I could feel my nipples hardening at the touch, and I knew from the
wicked grin on Karen’s face that she had noticed.

                        ‘It won’t sponge
off,’ she said. ‘I think we’ll have to take this off, too.’

She reached
around behind my back and unclasped my bra. I didn’t resist. Her face was now
just inches from mine, and our boobs were touching. I could feel that her
nipples, too, were hard and erect. Then Karen leaned forward and kissed me
gently on the lips. It was unexpected but if felt good. I wanted more. I
slipped my arms around her waist and kissed her back.

Yes, I kissed a
girl…and I liked it. I could definitely understand where Katy Perry was coming
from. Kissing a woman is very different from kissing a man. Instead of that raw
sexual energy, you get a feeling of softness and sensuousness. It’s a much more
delicate feeling, but it is still a real turn on. Karen took me by the hand and
led me to her bed. I vaguely wondered how many partners she had ‘entertained’
in this bed, whether male or female. Whatever the answer was, the total was
about to increase by one.

I stepped up
onto the bed, and leaned back against the silky sheets, resting my head on the
downy pillows. Karen slipped off her bra and panties and climbed up beside me.
She kissed me again, delicately, and then traced her tongue down to my breasts,
taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. I moaned softly, enjoying
her delicate touch. She caressed my other breast in her hand, and then started
moving down my chest to my stomach, and on down to my hips. She took my knees
and pushed my legs apart, and a moment later, I felt her tongue licking my
panties, edging down between my legs until she reached my clit, tonguing it
gently through the silky material.

I was almost
ready to climax right there. The feeling was so good and so intense that I
didn’t want it to stop. Karen pushed my panties to one side, and then I felt
her tongue directly on my flesh. If there is one thing that women do better
than men when it comes to pleasuring women, it is licking pussy. I guess we
know how it feels from the inside, so we know which buttons to press, and how
to press them. Karen was certainly pressing all my buttons right now. Her
tongue slid down into my wet slit and opened me up, and the sensation sent me
over the edge. I orgasmed deeply, pushing Karen’s face hard into my pussy with
my hands. She didn’t seem to mind.

As my orgasm
subsided, Karen slipped my panties off, then buried her head again for another
feast. Now that I was warmed up, it didn’t take me long to reach my next
shuddering orgasm, and I let out a scream that must surely have carried right
across the bay. After my third climax, I decided it was time for me to start
dishing out the pleasure. I sat up and manoeuvred Karen into a doggie position.
She bent her head forward into the pillows, allowing her beautiful butt cheeks
to rise into the air. Her pussy was neatly shaven and I could see that she was
already very moist with anticipation. I started with my fingers, running them
up her thighs, then caressing her bum cheeks. I could hear gentle moans of
anticipation from the pillow end of the bed, and I allowed my fingers to trace
gentle circles that worked closer and closer to her vagina. Then I slipped two
fingers inside her, finger fucking her gently as if she was getting fucked from
behind.

Karen pushed her
butt back towards me eagerly, and I pushed deeper inside, enjoying the wet,
feminine feel of her vaginal walls against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out
and licked them. Hmmm...dick tastes good, but pussy has a special flavor all of
its own. I wanted more, so I leaned forward, and licked at Karen’s pussy lips.
Delicious. I spread her legs a little wider to give myself better access, and
licked gently and deeply. The more I licked, the more Karen moaned. As she had
done to me, I licked from her clit along the slit of her pussy and back again,
and soon I could feel her body tensing for an orgasm. As she came, I buried my
lips against her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of the pussy juice that flowed
as she climaxed.

Karen rolled and
lay back on the bed, enjoying the post-climactic feeling. I slipped alongside
her, and again we kissed, mouth-mouth, our breasts touching, our arms embracing
each other. I would have been satisfied if we had stopped there, to be honest,
but Karen had other ideas. She reached over to her bedside drawer and pulled
out a huge black vibrator. Wow! Maybe I wasn’t going to get any dick today, but
it looked like I was going to get the next best thing. This was a real
monster...it seemed Karen liked her dicks on the large size. It was made of
hard black rubber, and featured contours design to stimulate.