Prologue
It seemed that Simone Cox had been in college for her entire life. The only thing that stood in between Simone and her Doctorate in psychology was the final stage of her dissertation.
“Calm down Simone, you’re just having anxiety about going before the PhD approval board tomorrow.”
“I know Mom, I can’t help it. I am worried that the board won’t approve my dissertation presentation.”
“Why honey? You are the best sex therapist in the state I am sure what ever your project is will pass with flying colors. Simone, tell me what your project is?”
“Mom I because of confidentiality laws I can only tell you that I have asked my patients to keep a daily confessional journal. The purpose of the confessional is to give my patients a therapeutic outlet to thoughts or events that they cannot share with anyone due to the fear of rejection and judgment. With the permission of my patients I have taken an entry from each one of their journals and created a book that will contribute to the continuous study on sex therapy in the world of psychology. Mom, that’s not all. I have my own confession.”
“What is it child?” A bit embarrassed to admit the truth to her mom Simone twirls the phone cord as she contemplates if she should divulge her secrete to her mother.
“Well, you know I have been very busy with school and that I have not had the time to indulge in any relationship of my own, and well I…I mean I get aroused sometimes when I read my patients’ confessions. Mom I have been living my sex life vicariously through my patients’ sex lives. I will be happy when this is over so I can have a life of my own.” Simone sighs.
“I was beginning to wonder about ya myself. Simone, you never bring a date to family gatherings, I haven’t heard you talk about a man in over a year. To tell you the truth I was starting to think that you might be interested in women and trying to hide it from me.”
“Ma, you are so silly, no I love men, just don’t have time for one.”
“Ok Baby, get some rest you have a long day tomorrow. I love you Dr. Simone Cox”
Simone laughs. “I love you too Mom. Goodnight.”
Simone arrived at her appointment a whole hour early hoping to suppress her nervous energy. When it was time for Simone to present her project she was calm and confident. The expressions on the dissertation committee assured Simone along as she read each arousing journal entry to them…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                   Michigan Auto Auction

 

07-10-03
Dear Confessional:
I was standing in line at the Michigan Auto Auction concession stand, as I have done every other Saturday for the past two years, when this gentleman tapped me on the shoulder notifying me that my money was hanging out of my pocket. The man had the warmest eyes I have ever seen. His skin was my favorite color, sepia. His stature would make any woman feel safe. He was thick in all the right places and the bass in his voice vibrated throughout my body. Damn I wouldn’t mind fucking him. I thought to myself. So many wild and risqué thoughts ran through my mind as he commented on the gaudy five carat ring the dressed my wedding finger.
This was Damon’s way of, “playa hatin”, thinking the ring would keep men away. The ring was more like a promise ring, Damon did not have any intentions of getting married within the next six years and I sure damn sure didn’t. His motives never worked in his favor. The ring actually attracted men to me. I thanked the gentleman and placed my order. After receiving my food I left to find Damon so I could give him his chips and pop. I needed to get to the ladies room in a hurry.
My panties were moist just from the site of the gentleman. I have never met a man who made me feel like I wanted to do him on the spot until this hot summer evening. Maybe tonight was going to be a full moon. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I was sexually inhibited with Damon; our love making had limits that he imposed.
I had to repress my sexual desires with him and I must admit it has taken a toll on our relationship. “Repetitive” is the best word to describe our intimate relationship. We performed the same routine all the time and if I tried to be spontaneous Damon would somehow make everything regular-eggular. I had resulted to self-pleasure, watching porno flicks and purchasing nude male magazines. I fantasized about Damon as I pleased myself with one of the many of my dildos, but all of this is becoming mundane and unsatisfying. Talking to Damon about our sex life upsets him and always escalates into a big quarrel.
I am a young woman who is very much in touch with her sexual side. I don’t know how much longer I can fight the temptation of straying to another man to give me sexual healing.
I was leaving the ladies room, when I ran into none other than the very gentleman, who had me in this state. I observed that he had a fan club with him. He inconspicuously blew me a kiss nearly sending me back into the ladies room. Get yourself together girl I told myself as I walked towards my man. Damon noticed my chipper mood and assumed it was because I saw a vehicle I wanted to purchase for our car lot. He left me to take a look at the motorcycles and four-wheelers on the very far side of the building.
When I felt someone blowing in my ear I thought, Maybe my baby is changing for the better. As I elatedly turned to greet Damon with a kiss, I was shocked to see the gentleman. He stepped back, not sure of how I was going to react, and motioned for me to follow him behind the auction booth. Inquisitively, I ensued. He immediately asked me if the man he just saw leave my side was my husband. I guess I gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Mr. Gentleman stuck his tongue so far down my throat I could swear it touched my lungs. I enjoyed every bit of the kiss but I did not want Damon to walk up and witness this so I pulled back. I told the gentleman to meet me in five minutes. After telling him where to find me I looked around to see if I could see Damon. The coast was clear and I made my move.
I knew that Damon never looked for me when we went to the auction, I always found him. I got to my F-250 heavy-duty pickup before the gentleman, but he was not far behind. When the gentleman arrived we did not waste any time, I let out the emergency air mattress in the cab of my truck and we went to town. I never knew that money had any use other than making purchases—until the gentleman tickled every inch of my body with a brand new fifty dollar bill. Each and every crease and crevice on my body smiled with delight. I don’t know how the gentleman knew that my inner thighs were the key to my pussy. His lips felt sooo good on my thighs. As he lightly kissed them I damn near climaxed. Before I could, he groped my thirty-eight double Ds, flicking his tongue around my nipples like a fan on high speed. The gentleman did not miss a spot giving each breast the same amount of attention.
Wanting to please me some more with his mouth, the gentleman asked me to sit in his face, I did him one better...