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Call Girl Confessions, Part 4

Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

another. I went from boy to boy looking for someone who could feed my starving pussy, but no one seemed to be able to. Then it came to me... no ONE could satisfy me! I stopped looking for Mr. Right at that point and started looking for Mr. Right Now. I was too much for any one man to keep up with, and so I would have multiple guy friends. Having several guys chasing me seemed to ease my sexual hunger and getting it regularly was working. Oh, there was the occasional jealous spat, but if things got too serious, I would walk away. And the guys knew that too, so it usually worked out. This system seemed to work for awhile and I was feeling pretty good about it. That is, until Adam came into the picture. Adam was a friend of one of my guy friends and we met one day when they both came over to see me. Adam was new to the area and Tim (my guy friend) was showing him around and introducing him to some people. Adam was a gorgeous, well built, muscular hunk of a guy with blonde, shoulder length hair and ice blue eyes. I fell for him the moment I saw him and decided I was going to add this guy to my selection of playmates. Soon, I was seeing him more often than my other guy friends. We just seemed to click and the sex was fantastic. I thought that maybe this guy was the one I had been searching for. We were married about a year later, when I was nineteen. At first it was nice, we didn't have a lot of money, but we didn't need much. We were happy just being with each other. But then ... things started happening... I started finding out more about my new husband and not all of it was good. As we got more and more accustomed to life together, I started seeing another side to my man. He started off first by raising his voice at me. I thought "Well maybe I deserved that" when it occurred. But he soon started yelling at me, then cussing at me, and finally hitting me. I realized he was an abuser. I had married a wife abuser. I tried making him happy. I tried doing things the way he wanted them. But the more I tried pleasing him, the more it angered him when I messed up. I held it together for six years. Six years of being yelled at, called every vile name in the book, and being hit. I went to the hospital several times because I had "fallen" or been "clumsy" and gotten black eyes or various bruises. I had a concussion once from one of my "accidents" and even busted an arm. I began to wonder if this was all there was to a relationship and I started suffering from depression. Depression led to alcohol to try to escape and that is when it happened. I was going to the liquor store one day to buy yet another bottle. I was a vodka drinker primarily, but in a pinch I would drink whatever I could get my hands on. I was about to go into the store when I realized that I didn't have enough cash. I did have a credit card, although I preferred not to use it - if hubby found out I had been to the liquor store with the credit card, he'd be pissed! But then I realized that he was ...