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“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of...
Hardcore“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group SexHey! A new day. Joe, wake up. You and I have KP. I am going to need help this morning. I did something last night that may affect us all. Joe arose like a shot. "Oh! What a great sleep. Now what did you do?" I connected my first person. It was Adam's girl friend Katie Bowman. Who is she? Well, Adam was lonely and wanted some one to snuggle and do other things with. I told him that all of the women here were attached. I thought that maybe working his steps might help. So I had him make...
Henry groaned under his breath and concentrated on relaxing his muscles. This hurt a lot. The woman who manhandled his leg had bent his injured knee as far as it would go and apparently that was not far enough for her. So she bent it some more. She saw the perspiration on his forehead. "Jesus, Major, why don't you tell me if it hurts that bad. You know, I can't help you if you play the hero." He looked at her guiltily. Ever since joining the regiment sixteen years ago, he had...
I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I'd never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous collection of odd personalities from different walks of life sharing intimate and intense details of their sex lives...
"I am so bored," Warren moaned. "The computer not interesting enough, Snugglebear?" Sophie joked. "After a while, it kind of pales, you know? I'm caught up on my studies, especially considering I haven't been to class in over a week." "We've got the wheelchair coming for next Monday, so you'll be there then come hell or high water." "Which is good, I'm far behind enough as it is. Of course, we'd been missing a few days this week anyway because of Skate America." "It...
Part one started out as Me wanting to start rehab an injured knee. Well before and during my therapy session, I ended fucking three women. And in my own mind falling in love with a beautiful cop and ever more beautiful runner. What should be only hours, ended up being about five and have my cock drained three time, the last two within an hour. When I finally got home I passed out cold. About ten the next morning my phone rings and it's my sexy milf from last night. She said how much she loved...
I looked for Terry out the small window of the huge C-141 Air Force aircraft as it taxied up to the crowd of people. I thought I saw her but I wasn’t sure. After the plane stopped they wheeled those of us in wheelchairs down the rear ramp. There was a little welcoming ceremony for us. We were their men from Miami-Dade County coming home wounded from the Gulf War. I still didn’t see Terry and was getting worried when I saw my brother Mike waving at me. He hurried over and said he had his van...
Author’s Note: I can’t seem to write short stories. I really appreciate all you who have taken the time read my scribbles. Thank you Tim413413 for the hours of editing. ***** I quit my job. That was the first and the most pleasant thing I did. There is always a silver lining in every dark cloud that tries to fog you in. My bosses and co-workers were shocked. I gave no reason (Pity doesn’t appeal to me.) when I departed. I left them with the image I was chasing my dreams. There were meetings...
“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...
Introduction: Curtis has a realization and gets closer to the main character. wake up Wednesday morning, my hair and make-up a mess, and roll out of bed, landing on my ass. It wakes me up a little, but not much, and I get up to take a shower. I grab a towel and open my door, walking down the hall to the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks. I forgot about Curtis, who is now sprawled out on the couch in his boxers, his pale chest bare for my eyes. Hes snoring softly, and I smile softly before...
Maybe life is like pushing a dead car over a hill. It takes a lot of effort to get there, but eventually you get over the crest, and you can relax and enjoy the ride down the other side. That is, assuming that the brakes work and things don't get out of control. You should really keep track of those things. I guess I wasn't keeping track. Things were coasting along very nicely, I thought, and then my wife decided she wanted to ride in someone else's car. My life limped to the side of the road...
Office SexThe addiction counselor asked the room how they could work on self-improvement. A middle aged white woman was answering first when the door swung open. “Come on in,” said the licensed professional. “You must be Geo.”“Yes, I am,” replied the five-foot-five-inch, dark brown young man.“There’s a seat right over there by Aaron,” the man pointed. “I’m sorry, Barbara, Continue on.”Barbara went ahead sharing her thoughts. Geo sashayed over to the chair and parked his tail next to the older bald...
I awake lying naked, on a cot, in a pure white jail cell. Well, almost pure white. There are four black video screens on one wall. As the only non-white things in the room, they attract the eye.There is a large screen in the middle. It is at the eye level of someone seated in the room's only chair. The other screens are on both sides and above it. The cell also has a cot, a toilet, a sink, and a door with a small view port and a small slot at the floor, presumably for the passage of meals,...
Oral Sex"Hi, I'm Rachel, and yeah... I guess you can call me a sex addict," I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me.I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I'd never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all?They were a miscellaneous...
Rehab by Emile Copyright 2010---When Cooper and Nesto were rescued, it was all over the media. The two rugged adventurous backpackers, missing from their alpine trek, the hint of latin swarthiness in one close up, viking fairness in the other, the grainy photo on the mountain, in brotherly embrace. Then the news they had been holed up in that cellar for months, rescued in a daring raid under the flash of flares and smoke, the glare of TV cameras, the stunned grey blue eyes, the teary greens,...
1>?Her MOTHER set this up???Yup, said she didn?t want her grandkids raised by that moron Federline. So we get her tonite for about a week or 10 days then once a month or so from then on. The story is, she?s in rehab, again, then goes back for a ?refresher? every month or so.??And the moron???When the bimbo is ready, Federline is ours.??So, what?s the plan???Mom?s going to make sure she?s out of it, we put her in the van and take her to the old storage place. The second basement we fixed up...
After a few big days of being constantly being naked and fucking everything in sight, I am looking forward for a day of being dressed and having lunch with the sexy beautiful woman across from me. I had to tell Jamie how beautiful she looked, not that I had a problem how you looked in your running clothes, just different. She says with a wicked smile thanks and I must say you are looking very handsome, not that you look bad wearing almost nothing in your exercise clothing. I didn't know how to...
Another hot night of fucking. Spent the night fucking Mary while she made her husband watch and then clean up my cum in and on her. She's as fucking wild as June only older and a lot more freaky, has no problem getting caught fucking or being seen naked in public even in her own neighbors. I got home around seven in the morning. I walk into my house and there on my sofa is June naked on my sofa naked and playing with herself and I can see that she is in the middle of a orgasm. When she finished...
The End....... Lots of people make a big deal about their sexuality these days. It's as if it's set in stone, whether a person's gay or straight. I think everyone experiment's and that's ok. Every now and then I get an urge to fuck a guy or two, and I'm married with two kids. My wife had a girlfriend before I met her and I'm sure lots of people swing both ways I'll try to recall all my other adventure's and write them down here in the future. Sort of like Dav''s kinky...
Greg and I were in our room taking off our shoe's and waiting for a turn in the apartment's shower. It was here that I learned why, more or less, Greg came to be in the program. Towards the end of the conversation I began to rub my neck and shoulder to relieve the days soreness. Greg pounced on the opportunity and told me that he gave great massages. Now at 22, I wasn't stupid. I knew from Greg's mannerisms and the lilt of his voice that he was gay. Not to mention the story he had just...
Now this program wasn't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high risk individuals that needed close supervision. We had two SOs' that I knew of, a few serial car thieves and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I've seen a thing or two. We'll start off easy. The program's name was Highways and Byways, it was ran by a short little guy that fancied himself a street preacher and he had connections with the local court system. So I guess you could say...
“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a...
“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of...
I awake lying naked, on a cot, in a pure white jail cell. Well, almost pure white. There are four black video screens on one wall. As the only non-white things in the room, they attract the eye. There is a large screen in the middle. It is at the eye level of someone seated in the room’s only chair. The other screens are on both sides and above it. The cell also has a cot, a toilet, a sink, and a door with a small view port and a small slot at the floor, presumably for the passage of meals,...
After giving June a mind blowing orgasm from eating her, now she ready to fuck and so am I. I climb on top of her like before and start rubbing the head of my dick against her clit causing her to moan loud. She asked me to stop teasing her and I acted like I didn't hear her and kept going , she is so fucking wet. I start sliding my cock into her slow and she is really going crazy. When I finally get balls deep in her, June is squeezing my cock with her pussy and telling me how big an hard I am....
Part 1 is here:http://xhamster.com/user/LittleMissFart/posts/408193.html---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 6Sam was waiting patiently in her room.It was the following evening after group therapy, and she was waiting for Dr Joy Blythe to come give her another dose from her lovely round ass.The door to the room finally swooshed open, and in walked the stunningly beautiful Joy."I felt we made a nice bit of progress with you at...
Chapter 1"You're so brave agreeing to this, hon, I'm so proud of you!"Hannah praised her girlfriend Sam in a hushed tone of voice and gave her an encouraging squeeze of her hand. The 2 girls were sat side by side in identical black plastic chairs in a neat, tidy mostly white office."Miss Samantha Jones, is it?"A smartly dressed woman asked as she walked into the office, and walked around the large desk infront of the girls, to sit in a plush black luxury office chair. She was a beautiful...
“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...
TabooFor the second time in my relatively-short life, especially in an era where lifespan extenders are a regular thing if you have the credits to pay for it, my world was nothing but pain. The first time was really bad, but it was somewhat localized, as the worst hurting places were the places that they jabbed the neural shocker against my bare skin. After a while, the nerves just shut down from over use. So it was like a roaring fire rising and fading quickly. This was different. If the first...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
A few months ago, I was talking to one of my regular meets about a friend of his who was getting released from prison. He was sentenced to 4 years for what was a financial crime. Having nowhere to stay when he was freed, my friend offered his spare room and this was viewed positively by his probation officer.'He will be desperate for some company' my friend hinted and this got me thinking... and extremely horny with the thoughts I was having.....The date was set for 14th February (ironic!) and...
Joshua and Me rosalie were best friends scince kindergarten.We met each other on the playground at school him wearing overalls hanging around a bunch of his friends me in my blond pigtails and pink flowerprint dress.I never realley got along with girls i was more of a tomboy I walked up to him and we conversated he thought i was cool and different from most girls we grew up best friends and people would always ask if we dated In middle school we werent as great friends he started to become a...
I was an exemplary student. Always had, always would. I had managed to remain at top of my class for my entire student career and now that high school was over, I retired undefeated. Most people thought I would go on to college and become some big shot lawyer or doctor, but the truth was I had no idea what my future held. I had always been so focused on my schoolwork that I had never taken the time to get to know myself. And now that the time had finally come to decide what to do with the...
Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
Introduction: A young woman loses her virginity to a cat! —Prologue— I was an exemplary student. Always had, always would. I had managed to remain at top of my class for my entire student career and now that high school was over, I retired undefeated. Most people thought I would go on to college and become some big shot lawyer or doctor, but the truth was I had no idea what my future held. I had always been so focused on my schoolwork that I had never taken the time to get to know myself. And...
Rehabilitation - Part 13 Monday 17th March, 2020; 08:57 Given how long it had felt for that first week to pass, I was shocked that the second week seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Maybe it was because some sort of routine had been established, but things seemed to be moving along much smoother than before. My daily sessions with Miss Stevens continued - Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday sessions involved hypnotherapy, which usually lasted around an hour and left me feeling very...
Monday 10th March, 2020; 09:15 I slept surprisingly well, given the circumstances. Maybe it was all the stress of having to hide my chastity device from Marcus finally being released, or the relaxation from his massage, or Miss Stevens' medication ramping up its efficacy? Even my cock felt calm inside its cage this morning, which was a nice change. Perhaps I was just shattered following the rollercoaster of events over the past... week. Good God, had it really only been one week since...
The Concept of Total Rehabilitation By O. Henry James Paulie, that's his real name, I first hear of him he's in the Youth Authority up to Dover. It's juvie but it's tough; there are some real hard cases, great big, tough, mean mothers that'll kill you as soon as look at you. Juvie can be as tough as any joint. Judges remember that when they want to and forget it when they want to, so there are always some soft little guys up there, like Paulie, he was, what, maybe fourteen at...
"Mr Josh Meadows, you have been tried by a jury of your peers and deemed to be guilty of the charges brought against you - namely, 3 counts of racially aggravated grievous bodily harm, 6 counts of racially aggravated actual bodily harm, 2 counts of racially aggravated damage, 17 counts of racially aggravated provocation of violence and intentional distress and 32 separate counts of racially aggravated harassment and/or stalking involving fear of violence of serious alarm or...
Besties A man is struck by his girlfriend's best friend's appearance one day. He becomes obsessed with that vision, and it takes him to unexpected places. As I sat down, I caught a glimpse of her dress in the mirror. It was lilac with a subtle flower pattern on it. The dress was sleeveless, but with a boat neck so it did not show cleavage. It was soft and flowy, landing just above the knee on her (a woman three inches shorter than me). Between the hips and the knee, the...
Friday 7th March, 2020; 12:17 I returned from Miss Stevens' office in an almost trance-like state, pleasantly surprised at a relatively nice session though with a head full of questions. Had I really been hypnotised? It seemed unlikely - more probable was the fact I'd just drifted off to sleep. What was in those pills Miss Stevens' was providing me? Probably just some mild sedative - but then I couldn't say I was feeling much more relaxed now. Maybe it was only a short-acting drug,...
Theron won the great sparta and Queen of Sparta. By doing sexual war with Queen Gorgo. [email protected]
Fantasy"Good morning, men. On behalf of the faculty, staff and slaves of the University of Dolcett, I would like to welcome you, the incoming freshman class. I know that most of you have heard something about us, from your fathers, or your older brothers, but now you will be part of over 200 years of grand tradition.""My name is Chancellor Leach, but you can call me Gary. I want you all to know that my door is always open to you. If you need to talk about anything at all, please do feel free to stop...
Mia was more confused than ever when she heard her grandfather say her mother was a prostitute. In the back of her mind she thought her mother might be a slut, but she hadn't wanted to believe her mother was a prostitute. It was a lot for her to cope with, but she still longed to see her mother. On Tuesday night, Mia's Grandma Claudia and Grandpa Martin hadn't said two words to each other. Mia wasn't stupid, she knew something had happened, but she didn't know what. When it came to...
Thursday 6th March, 2020; 15:03 I exhaled sharply, fighting back every urge in my body to swear and storm out. Miss Stevens sat comfortably behind her desk, smiling innocently, as she gestured for me to sit down opposite her. My fists were clenching and unclenching furiously and I stood, rooted to the spot, practically vibrating with anger - how dare she select a fucking black guy to be my new cellmate? Was she thick? Did she think I was just going to play along nicely with this? My...
Friday 7th march, 2020; 09:45 as per the change in my usual routine, this time the guards led me to the empty female changing room prior to miss stevens' office and stood watch outside whilst I went in to shower and change. I took the opportunity to use the toilet cubicle whilst I was here in a bid to prevent such desperation later, then stripped off and left my prison uniform and white cotton briefs and socks on the bench to be replaced. On my way to the shower I spotted a full...
Saturday 8th March, 2020; 08:23 I'd slept much better last night, obviously exhausted from all the stresses and exercise of the day before. Perhaps the pill Miss Stevens had given me had helped too, as apart from a brief moment of being semi- awake in the early hours of the morning when I'd thought the bed was shaking, I'd slept straight through. In hindsight, I wondered if that shaking I'd experienced had been Marcus jerking off again... I sighed as I realised I hadn't made it 5...
Sunday 9th March, 2020; 21:33 "Oh, my body aches..." I moaned, massaging my calf muscles as I lay on my top bunk. "Seriously Marcus, I'm not built for such an intense daily workout regime!" "Today wasn't too bad!" Marcus replied from the other side of the room as he splashed his face with cool water from the sink. "All I really got you doing was some more cardio and stretching. That said," he continued, turning to face my writhing, cramping form on the bed, "it'll get tougher at...
A Life Rekindled. By Trish Jill Wayland had pretty much given up all hope of ever finding happiness, she felt prematurely aged from a failed marriage, childrearing, and loss... Oblivious to her appearance Jill cut a sad and somewhat forlorn figure as she repeated the same mind numbing routines day after day. She could have done anything with her life, but constrained by chains of guilt and habit she simply existed. Every day she avoided her reflection in the mirror, not wanting to...
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Sunday--Miss Suzy Premi?re partie "The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive." Since I de-planed in the Big Apple (I came from Ohio, but am most certainly not a Scientologist--unless an impeccable platinum banded solitaire ring of about five carats is part of the deal) I've had oodles of marriage proposals and was even, briefly, engaged. All very flattering, but I can afford to be choosy--or could. I think it's well past time if a lady is unmarried at 3...
HumorIt had been mere hours since the appearance of the first symptoms and already the family doctor had given orders restricting me to my bed. Under normal circumstances, I would have been thrilled at the thought of missing a few days of school, but, given my extreme fatigue, enjoying my time off was impossible. No matter what I did, be it watch TV or read a book, I kept nodding off. And it was still quite early. In a final attempt at resisting sleep’s inviting embrace, I did something I knew...
Introduction: A young woman dreams of having sex with a cat! Modern medicine cannot explain what happened. Many doctors tried, but none could identify the ailment that afflicted me. Their only recourse was to identify my symptomsextreme fatigue and deliriumand suggest extensive bed rest and a high fluid intake. They were equally dumbfounded by my miraculous recovery. I remain similarly uncertain as to the nature of my peculiar illness, yet I will forever cherish the memories of those ten days I...
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