1. Confessions of a Nymphomaniac - Chapter One


    Date: 8/3/2016, Categories: Novels, Author: sultry_eyes88, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    Prologue I make my way down the long, cold corridor, with only the sound of my sneakers squeaking loudly on the dirty concrete floor. The halogen lights above flicker as I pass by, and I already don’t want to be here. I approach an older gentleman that’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, weeping into his hands. As I walk by, a few younger men attempt to console him and slowly escort him out of the building; I press myself against the wall, giving them ample room. Through the double doors is a small room that I am very familiar with, it has eleven chairs in the center of the room arranged in a circle. I walk over to the folding table against the wall and write my name on one of the name tags. Looking over I see some very unappetizing stale donuts and cookies, with a pot of cold coffee sitting nearby. I know better than to try some, I shiver at the memory. As more people walk in I stand by the window, staring out at the traffic, avoiding all their eyes. Finally, Simon walks in the room. He is a very nice man, in his fifties I would say, and as always he is wearing another horrendous sweater. I smile meekly at him and make my way to the chair to his left. Everyone else follows the lead and finds a chair and sits quietly. “Welcome, everybody. We have a nice turn-out this evening. I see we have some new faces in here today. My name is Simon and this is ‘Sex Addicts Anonymous’. Let’s all introduce ourselves, shall we?” Simon motions to me, “Why don’t you start”? I stand and say, ...
    “Hello, my name is Amelia and I am a sex addict.” *** Chapter One I don’t know why I come to these things, it’s not like they help. I guess its just nice to be able to talk freely with like-minded people, though I rarely speak, I mostly just listen. The community center is just a few blocks away from my fourth floor walk-up. The walk is nice, and it gives me some time to think. I stop just inside the door of the community center, looking out at the dark streets. I take a deep breath and step outside. It’s cold enough outside to see my breath as I exhale. I hurry down the steps and turn left on the sidewalk, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I walk. “Hey!” I ignore the strange man’s voice. ‘ Just keep walking ,’ I think. “Hey, lady,” the stranger calls again. ‘ Don’t stop ,’ I can hear his steps behind me, following me. I start to move faster, as I reach for my cell phone in my purse. As I pull it out of the bag a strong hand grabs my shoulder. I flinch away from the unexpected contact and turn to defend myself. “You dropped your notebook,” the man says holding out my worn journal with a kind smile. “Oh, thank you,” I stammer. “You’re lucky, I almost took you down,” I joke as I stare down at my worn converse. He laughs, “Oh, I don’t doubt it. I’m sorry I scared you.” “No, you’re fine,” I say looking up. “I can be a little jumpy at night.” “Understandable, this isn’t the safest neighborhood to be walking around at night. I’ve seen you at the community center before, do you take ...
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