Sexaholics

by Pynk

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  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2010 by Pynk

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  Adult Sex Education Dictionary terms are reprinted from www.bettersex.com by permission of the Sinclair Institute.

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  First eBook Edition: March 2010

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  ISBN: 978-0-446-55983-6

  Contents

  Copyright

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Warning

  Characters’ Mottoes

  1: “Confessions”

  2: “I Wanna Sex You Up”

  3: “How Does It Feel?”

  4: “I Love My Sex”

  5: “Creep”

  6: “I Kissed a Girl”

  7: “Turn Me On”

  8: “Let’s Get It On”

  9: “Candy Shop”

  10: “Your Sweetness Is My Weakness”

  11: “Sexy Can I?”

  12: “Pillow Talk”

  13: “Magic Stick”

  14: “Fuck Me Pumps”

  15: “Rehab”

  16: “Single Ladies”

  17: “I Want Your Sex”

  18: “Anytime, Anyplace”

  19: “Addicted”

  20: “Toxic”

  21: “Crazy, Sexy, Cool”

  22: “You Sure Love to Ball”

  23: “You’re Making Me High”

  24: “Insatiable Woman”

  25: “Take You Down”

  26: “Sugar Walls”

  27: “Naughty Girl”

  Being Sex-See

  A Preview of Sixty-Nine

  Pynk’s Sex Dictionary Favorites II

  Reading Group Guide

  This second Pynk book is dedicated to all the

  sexaholics taking steps to recover and detox from

  obsessive lust and sex through fellowship.

  Here’s to your successful, long-term sobriety.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Well my cherished lovelies, I lost my erotica virginity with Erotic City, and it was a real pleasure. It came so naturally! And so here I am again after having completed my next sex-in-the-city title, Sexaholics. As you hold this hot little book in your hot little hands, please know this sophomore erotica experience could not have been possible without the following cherished individuals, companies, and sites.

  I’d like to offer major thankxxx to HoneyB, who has been my dear friend since 2003, and whom I call the ultimate Super Woman, for always being simply sexy, supportive, smart, and just plain old special.

  And VCM, my Starbucks buddy, for giving me the great “lay it out on the floor” advice. Your suggestion about separating the individual character stories and connecting them later brought it all together.

  To my loving family, as always, I am so thankful for your undying love and understanding. Your amazing support and acceptance give me the fuel to continue writing. I love you one and all!

  Thankxxx to my cherished Grand Central Publishing family—Karen Thomas (your detailed, constructive, and honest revision letters have served to enrich all aspects of my writing—love you dearly), Latoya Smith, Jamie Raab, Linda Duggins, Samantha Kelly, Miriam Parker, Renee Supriano, and others. I am so proud and honored to be part of your awesome and professional team.

  Also, tender kisses to Letters to Penthouse, theerotic woman.com, bettersex.com, sa.org, bastardlife.com, femi nistreview.blogspot.com, urban-reviews.com, book-remarks.com, Harriet Klausner, Tracey Ricks Foster, Maureen Walters, mahoganybookclub.ning.com, aalbc.com, mosaic books.com, sistahfriend.com, alexanderbook.com, edc-creations.com, rawsistaz.com, apooobooks.com, simply-said.net, Medu Books, Waldenbooks at CNN, Nubian Books, the Decatur Book Festival, blacksover40.org, Mocha with the NAACP Author Pavilion, author Curtis Bunn and the nationalbookclubconference.com, author S. B. Redd, all of my MySpace and Facebook Friends, Vicky Evans at Foxie105 radio, iseecolor.com, and the many online groups, bookstores, book clubs, and radio shows who supported my first erotica title, Erotic City. Gracias!

  And a special thankxxx to you, my cherished readers, who’ve embraced Erotic City, for seeking out erotica books as a viable and very necessary form of entertainment, and for letting me know how much you enjoy my work. Sexaholics is set in the city of the stars, movies, women, and cars—Los Angeles. It is raw and real and racy. I love, love, love what I do and I plan to keep dishing out the spice, so hang tough. There’s more to cum in 2010! Just check out the juicy chapter excerpt from my next title, Sixty Nine, about three sexually repressed women in Miami, born in 1969, who are about to turn the big 4-0! Sixty Nine is anything but missionary!

  Smooches,

  Pynk

  xoxo

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  I’ve written this dramatic book, Sexaholics, about women struggling with sex addiction. Women are rarely labeled sexaholics. Sexaholics Anonymous members are mainly men. On one end, society doesn’t necessarily see women as having a problem if all we think about is sex. We’re simply seen as hypersexual nymphos, and that’s sometimes considered a gift to men but perhaps at the same time not seen as marriage material. On the other end, we see male addicts as Peeping Toms and perverts, as in the alleged situations involving Eric Benet and David Duchovny, so we try to fix them because having sex and conquering women is a major part of who a man is. Well, we women need help, as well. And yes, sex, be it healthy or addictive sex, is a major part of women’s lives, too.

  I wanted to show four examples of female sex addicts from the inside out. Four women who are flawed, just like the three-dimensional characters I would develop in a mainstream title, who struggle with the fact their lust never sleeps. I felt the need to show the lives of those who are addicted to sex, aside from just the sex act itself.

  I did a lot of research into sexual addiction through reading, interviewing, and watching numerous television specials. I also attended Sexaholics Anonymous meetings, which were extremely helpful. The level of honesty, dedication to abstinence, and uplifting support these members shared amazed me. Sexaholics rehab programs are similar to Alcoholics Anonymous, based upon the same 12-step principles, and upon faith in healing through God, because the problem is physical, emotional, and spiritual. Healing comes about once all three are dealt with.

  What I’ve learned is that no one is born an addict, whether it be alcohol, gambling, shopping, food, or sex. We are all products of our upbringing. Our society is damaged and there are many perverts and predators in the world, especially—and unfortunately—in our own families.

  Sexual addiction is an illness that can be overcome. Lest we judge, take a moment to think of what the ride must be like for people suffering from a sex-addiction illness—unquen
ched addicts dangerously driven to the brink who want more and more. They are often victims of intense trauma, sometimes sexual, usually suffered in childhood.

  I ask you to free your mind and open your eyes, strap on your strap-on, and take a look inside of the world of my four girls—Miki Summers, Valencia Sanchez, Teela Raye, and Brandi Williams—as they allow us to take a voyeuristic view into their quest for sobriety in a California rehab program. I give you my sophomore title, Sexaholics.

  WARNING

  Please use caution—

  this Pynk title is rated sex!

  CHARACTERS’ MOTTOES

  Miki Summers—Penis variety is the true spice of life.

  Valencia Sanchez—Girls just wanna have fun

  and eat as much pussy as humanly possible.

  Teela Raye—Take my man, please, as long as I can watch.

  Brandi Williams—Hit that dick and quit it,

  but never go back twice.

  1

  “Confessions”

  Sexaholics

  My name is Miki, and I’m a sexaholic.”

  “Hi, Miki,” the smiling sexaholics support group members sang in unison that warm, early-summer evening. The fading amber sun dripped its sweet honey glow upon the coastline of the city of angels. Cries of free-spirited seagulls echoed in the sexy skies above.

  It was a Tuesday.

  The one-story, crème brick building spanned the entire palm-tree-lined block, and was only two stop signs from the world-famous pier along the shore of the Pacific Ocean. The fresh scent and white sounds of the blue-violet ocean were constant.

  The walls of the east hall meeting room of the spacious outpatient treatment facility in Santa Monica, California, were lined with framed 12-steps and Sexaholics Anonymous posters. The facility had been packed ever since a very high-profile actor had been treated there for sex addiction. The many group programs at TAC, which stood for The Addiction Center, ranged from eating disorders and codependency to alcohol, drug, and sex recovery, and were usually booked many months in advance.

  Cocoa-brown Miki looked down at the folding chair. She took her seat at the same time that her best friend, Valencia, stood.

  “My name is Valencia, and I’m a sexaholic.” She wore a massive princess-cut rock on her ring finger.

  “Hi, Valencia.”

  Valencia nodded and sat, crossing her legs and clasping her sweaty hands.

  A woman at the other side of the circle stood and spoke. “Hi. My name is Teela, and I’m a sexaholic.”

  The entire newcomers group again gave their standard cheery reply. “Hi, Teela.”

  As she took her seat, a petite, dark-skinned woman sprang to her feet. Her voice was melodic. “Hello there, everyone. I’m happy to be here.” She flashed her perfectly capped teeth. “My name is Brandi, and I’m a sexaholic and an alcoholic.” Her voice said she was proud, but her eyes said she was broken.

  “Hi, Brandi.”

  Brandi bowed her head, then scooted her backside into the chair, nodding and eyeing each member as she offered a cheery grin. She rocked back and forth and crossed her arms, embracing herself tightly.

  The tall, redheaded support-group sponsor spoke from her seat. “Thank you very much, newcomers. It’s rare to have four women at once. Anyone else?” She looked around, along with others who scanned the room, allowing time for anyone who might have been left out. “No? Okay.” She hugged a clipboard and a small, dark blue notebook to her bosom. “Welcome to the Sexaholics Anonymous, better known as SA, program at TAC. We at SA appreciate the fact that you’ve shared a little bit of yourselves with the group. We want you to consider this group as your extended family.” Rachel Cummings, the Sexaholics Anonymous counselor, crossed her thirty-four-inch legs and flashed a wide Colgate smile, securing a retractable pencil over her ear.

  “The focus of tonight’s meeting is to familiarize you with the promise of recovery. So, first of all, right off the bat, I think it would be healthy and necessary for the new members to go ahead and get your biggest sexual act out of the way now. There has to be an admission in order to have victory over any addiction, and I know it’s scary. But if you wouldn’t mind, please tell us the wildest thing you’ve ever done sexually. Preferably, the wildest act would not only be the one that possibly shamed you the most, but also one that you may have enjoyed the most. Because basically, we seek help almost always at the point when we hit rock bottom. So, let’s think back and speak in truth without fear of judgment, shame, embarrassment, or shock. Give us your rock bottom. It’s time to confess. And remember, we are your new recovery family.”

  The older members of the group of eight looked at the newer ones and offered encouraging, nudging smiles. The newer members checked each other out, each hoping someone else would step up as the first guinea pig of the night, but no one budged.

  “Does anyone care to go first?” Rachel Cummings spoke encouragingly, her eyes just as friendly as her voice. “How about you, Miki, since you gave the first introduction? Would you, please?” She motioned upward, encouraging Miki to stand.

  With long, straight brown hair and wide brown eyes, Miki made a weak attempt at a smile as she stood. She hung her hands at her sides and shifted her weight to her right leg. Her short jeans skirt fit like it could have been peeled like a banana. She placed her hand on her shapely hip, which curved greatly from her waist, as her mind traveled. But she lost her almost-smile just that fast.

  “It was all about me. I didn’t care about anything else. I remember the creaking sound of footsteps in the hallway, but our moans were like animals and seemed to drown them out. He was tall and big and heavy, and his bulging belly needed to be lifted up to find his penis. I’d already sucked his huge dick for about thirty minutes, but he didn’t ejaculate. The taste and smell of his precum stuck to my tongue while he literally pounded my flesh. I remember wishing I had a stick of cinnamon gum.” A woman sitting next to Miki put a familiar hand on Miki’s slender arm for comfort as Miki gave a nervous giggle along with the group. She then paused, swallowed audibly as she closed her eyes, and continued:

  “As much as his body repulsed me, and the smell of his sweat that dripped onto my titties was musty, my vagina throbbed faster than I thought it would or could, and I took him in like I was getting away with a crime. My pussy was wetter than it had been since I was in my teens. I was dripping slippery fluid, and I could tell he was turned on to the point of damn near having a heart attack. He breathed unsteadily. He kept grunting louder and louder, and he went deeper and deeper. I kept groaning and grinding faster and faster with an urgency I’d never known. I mean, my clit felt like it was about to burst. I felt the pressure of his powerful cum shooting deep inside me just as the bedroom door flew open. I noticed someone standing there in the broad daylight, but I didn’t care. Not even that it was Adore, my younger sister, who had just absorbed an eyeful of our fucking. Not even that the man who had just shot his sperm deep inside of me, the same sperm that had impregnated her six months earlier, was paralyzed with fear. He froze. I still didn’t care.

  “I didn’t care enough to cease my panicky grind or downshift my pleasure-filled grunts. As I said, it was all about me… getting off, and the thrill of sneaking had me high. I spewed my cum while my clitoris clenched repeatedly until I slowed down to the stillness of busted reality.

  “My baby sister yelled, ‘Not with my husband, Miki. Not with my Tommy.’ Her eyes were watery and her hands shaky. I lay there, almost giving her a look like she had some nerve to interrupt. Then I pulled the covers over my body and scooted back. She called me a bitch and a whore and ran out. He ran out after her, just as naked as he was when he was inside of me. I sat back and lay still. Maybe it was out of shame, maybe it was out of fulfillment. I ended up taking a one-hour nap and then went to work like nothing had ever happened.

  “I think I’m a nympho. Or maybe worse. Whatever that is. Whatever this is. I need help to stop. I can’t do it on my own.”

  Miki sim
ply opened her eyes and stopped talking. Her brown skin was flushed beyond rosy. The members were silent as if maybe she wasn’t quite finished. It was like the video player in her mind simply stopped. She sat down. She flashed a glimmer of her right dimple, and her chest rose and fell. Valencia caught Miki’s eye. Each touched her heart with her fist.

  “Very good, Miki,” Rachel Cummings said. “A nympho, huh? We don’t know if that’s true yet. I’m sure that situation must weigh heavily on you, especially since you obviously feel as though you’ve betrayed your sister. We’ll speak on that as we go along, and we’ll help you work through the feelings involved. Very good. Next.”

  Tall and reddish-brown, curvy Valencia came to a stance and looked down at her friend Miki, who gave her a mini-smile. Valencia then spoke quickly with a Puerto Rican swagger. Her thick, sugar-coated lips moved fast and her neck rolled.

  “I push the limits. I have always pushed limits. You know what I mean? I pushed the limits in middle school doing something as minor as ditching class, or as major as giving my math teacher a blow job for an A. I mean, I was only fourteen. I was a trip.

  “I’ve always been bored with twosomes. I had my first threesome when I was fourteen. It was with my cousin and her boyfriend. In college I met a man who matched my freak level to a tee. We’d go online and look for adults who wanted to do group sex with strangers, we’d fuck with another man, we’d fuck with another woman, we’d go to private house parties and end up on huge beds with ten people, just swapping and swallowing cum and eating pussy and taking it up the ass. And one time I watched him suck dick. I got off on it. I’ll masturbate to an exercise video, if necessary, and he’ll masturbate right along with me. I love to fuck. I can’t think of the wildest time because it’s all been wild.” Valencia now flailed her expressive hands about with urgency. Her long pearl and purple nails shimmered.