Saving Leslie
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Saving Leslie Pt. 04 free porn video
Look at me, I have two updates within a month. This chapter came out rather quickly, and I hope to have more soon. The recovery process is not always 12 step. I think we’ve established that 12 step doesn’t work for her. The story showcases her struggles with all forms of addiction. Will she find love along the way? That remains to be seen. Everyone is over 18 etc. Comments and feedback are always welcome. Enjoy!
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Peas, carrots, and something vaguely meat all swam before Leslie’s eyes. Peas. When was the last time I had peas? It didn’t matter however as another wave of nausea hit her. More bile came up along with even more food, leaving an acrid taste in her mouth.
‘That’s it let it all up.’ A gentle hand on her shoulder gently coaxed her along. Leslie coughed and spit, trying to force the flavor out of her mouth. Fortunately, her hair was saved from her vomitous spray.
‘Is that Krokodil?’
Gen nodded, her hand rubbed gently rubbed Leslie’s back. A small measure of comfort.
‘That’s horrific! How can people do that to themselves!’ Leslie exclaimed, missing the irony of her statement.
‘Every drug has its’ effect on us. Pills, liquor, and the harsh stuff. This is just one of the harshest.’ Gen moved beside her and sat down on the floor.
‘Will he live?’
‘No.’ Gen sighed. ‘His arm is necrotic and it’s spreading to the rest of him. Exposed bone and muscle like that isn’t natural. Maybe 6 months, a year.’ Gen was silent as Leslie wretched again into the trash can.
Leslie half stumbled half fell next to Gen against the wall, a small trail of spittle landing on her shirt. ‘That’s horrible.’
‘It is.’ The normally bright eyed doctor was stoic. ‘Krokodil is particularly nasty. It’s a cheap drug to make, but the byproducts include gasoline and some other fun things. That all gets injected into the persons’ system. By the way, our bodies aren’t meant to handle gasoline.’
‘Obviously.’ Leslie spit up a little in her mouth. ‘All that to get high? He looked like the walking dead.’
‘He is. Brain damage, liver damage. It all adds up. Everyone copes with life in a different way.’ She patted her leg reassuringly. ‘I hike. Get outdoors, see nature.’
‘What does Lee do?’
Gen was silent for a long time before getting up. ‘Come on, we’re finished here.’
‘That man was a zombie, he didn’t even care.’ Leslie stated, carefully inching her way back to a standing position.
‘Nope. Many people don’t care when they get that far.’ Gen responded, carefully walking back towards the main hall. Leslie pondered that as she trailed behind.
**
Exhaustion. That’s what Leslie felt as she dragged her feet back into her room. Fortunately, everyone gave her a wide berth as she came back from the cafeteria. Still no one wanted to be near her. That didn’t bother her, she really didn’t want to face anyone. Aimlessly, she turned on the TV before heading into the bathroom. She really needed to shower or something. It was like everything felt grimy. After what she saw today, she also needed to brush her teeth. Again.
What she really wanted was a drink, but that wasn’t going to happen. Did she still have that bottle of absinthe? Did they take that from its’ hiding spot? No matter, she couldn’t get to it anyway. Instead, she had to settle for her other relief method. She striped down, tossing the hated shirt to the side. Likewise her jeans joined the shirt followed closely by her undergarments. Fully nude, she turned on the shower waiting as it came up to temperature. Slipping in, she rejoiced at the level of comfort a hot shower provided. The steam just sunk into her pores as she turned about, letting the cleansing water pour over her.
As one would expect, she lathered up and rinsed herself, using a large portion of her body wash and shampoo in the process. When it was done however, she did not want to leave. Instead, Leslie opted for one last task. Her small hands slid down her wet body, taking in her small but decidedly feminine curves. Her fingers squeezed at her small breasts, particularly the hardened gum drop sized nipples, before cruising further south.
Leslie poked her sensitive belly button while a free hand slid down her small waist. Together, both hands met up again at her hips. One went back to her pert rear, while the other went down to her sensitive folds. She loved the feeling. The hot water cascading down her as she gently stroked herself. Her index finger made several strokes along her outer lips before hitting her sensitive clit. Electricity flew through her system as she started. The other hand reappeared after squeezing her ass, its destination obvious.
At first just a single finger slipped into her dripping sex. Then another. She slowly fingered herself, methodically pleasuring herself to an inevitable release. She picked up speed, constantly increasing the pressure and the momentum in which she pumped her fingers inside her vagina. Outside her other hand worked her clit. Her thumb and forefinger rolling it back and forth before tugging on it.
Cries of pleasure erupted from her lips. A muted scream as she reached a miniature orgasm. It was a small plateau if you will. Just a brief stop on her journey to ultimate release. Her hand was a blur as it pumped into her body. Her small breasts shaking with every thrust. Semi conscious of her breasts need for attention, she tried to adjust her position so the cascade of water would land upon them.
Pleasure was her reward as droplets of warm water would hit her sensitive nipples and the areola around it. It wasn’t enough, no matter how hard she pushed the orgasm she desired was just out of reach. As time went on, it would quickly become unobtainable. Thinking fast, she removed her clit hand and took the shower head off its mount. Leslie directed the warm, harsh spray to her sex, parting her lips wide.
Another moan escaped her lips as she aimed the sprayer at her most sensitive spots. Her other hand continued its actions. Her fingers frantic in tapping her hidden g-spot. It was only a matter of time now.
Leslie’s knees buckled as the orgasm hit her. Like a wave, it cascaded over her, covering her mind. A hoarse cry erupted as she rode out the wave. For her, it seemed like moments passed as she rode the wave up to its crescendo, only to ride it back to it’s natural crash. In actuality mere seconds had passed since it started. Exhausted, but definitely more relaxed, she returned the sprayer to its position and shut off the water. Satisfied from her experience, she pulled a towel and dried herself before stepping out of the stall.
Leslie ran a hand through her bleached hair, examining her body in the mirror. For a brief instant she saw exposed bone and muscle like that patient earlier. Ribs poked through her sagging, jagged skin. Her eyes were dead, a dull faded black instead of light brown. Coming down from all this was tough. Leslie shook her head, trying to clear her brain of it, but the images didn’t seem to fade out. Did it just smile at her?I’ve entered a horror show. She half expected the image to crawl out at her.
Discretion being the better part of valor, she retreated from the bathroom. The door closed with a satisfying click and she launched herself into the bed. Her heart racing, she grabbed a hold of the pillow and squeezed tight, staring at the bathroom door. Heart pounding in her chest, Leslie nearly jumped out of bed when the automatic light clicked off. For several moments she sat unmoving, waiting for her heart to stop or at least slow down. Only the noise of the TV filled the room.
Gradually, her heart slowed and she let out one long breath. With a sigh she sat up and took stock. All a dream.It seemed so real. ‘Leslie, you’re losing it.’ She idly wondered if this was withdrawal. Leslie looked up at the TV, Trying to push those images from her mind. Once again, another E! entertainment sho
w was showcasing the life of the stars. True Hollywood Story, meh she couldn’t care less. Leslie flipped off the television and hit the light. Sliding back down into the warm sheets she idly hoped that the sleep would be pleasant.
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Unfortunately, she was sorely mistaken. Two disparate Leslies argued with one another in her head. They screamed, insulted, kicked and yelled. The blonde, her drug addicted self, argued with her brunette self. Leslie, the main one, was just a silent witness to this exchange as they hurled insults at one another. She desperately wanted to tell them to stop, to settle down, to do something other than fight, but no words came out when she opened her mouth. They both noticed her and turned their attention towards her. Advancing at Leslie they both stared deeply at her. The brunette with innocent eyes, pleading for help. The blonde, eyes that seemed both pitch black and burning, demanded another fix, a way out of here and back to her vices. Leslie could not move as much as she tried. Her feet were rooted as they came up to her. Her screams choked in her mouth as they grabbed her.
**
Leslie awoke with a startled yell. Everything went flying as she jolted back to reality. Her arms flailed and her legs kicked. The covers were lost to her blind rampage. Her eyes wide and full of panic. Slowly, she realized this was not part of the dream and settled down. Her actions slowed as her mind came to grips with consciousness. Leslie could see again, her eyes now starting to focus in.
Gen sat in a chair some 3 feet away. Her hand on her chin, her face contemplative. Leslie cried out again in surprise and nearly tossed herself from the bed. Only Enrique’s touch prevented her from taking a nose dive to the floor below. ‘Easy, easy now. You’ve had a long night’s rest.’
Leslie gulped at the air, trying to force it into her lungs and calm herself. Her panic faded and her struggling stopped. Enrique pulled back his hands and let Leslie sink back into the mattress. Her eyes darted around. Gen was there, Enrique, and Shawnie in the corner. The nurse had no reaction but held something protectively in her hands. Gen spoke again.
‘Deep breaths Leslie, you’ve had a long night.’
‘Ugh, what happened?’
‘You would know more than us. A nightmare I’m guessing.’
‘Yeah, it was. Should we talk about it?’ Her voice was, as expected, sarcastic
‘Lee will later.’
That did not appeal to her. ‘How long was I…?’
‘At least an hour. Shawnie came in on rounds and noticed you were tossing hard. We’ve been watching you since.’
Leslie tried to sit up in the bed. Pushing herself up, her head fell forward and she found herself staring at her nudity. Leslie yelled again and tried vainly to cover her exposed flesh. ‘You could of told me!’ She shouted as she attempted to arrange the sheet over herself.
‘Occasionally, your safety comes at the price of your modesty. Besides, I’m sure we all know about your ‘leaked’ pictures.’ Gen responded flatly.
Leslie blushed at that remark. ‘Okay, okay. I’m up I guess. What’s in store today?’
‘You’ll actually be doing fitness today. You can go for a jog, take a walk outside, go to the fitness area, or swim in the pool.’
‘Swim. Swim Swim Swim.’
‘Okay, get up and get changed, I believe we rescued your bathing suit.’
Leslie started to get up than looked at all the people in her room. ‘Can I get some privacy?’
Gen nodded and signaled the others. ‘Show’s over, give her some space.’ Shawnie and Enrique both left, yet Gen didn’t move. When Shawnie left Leslie thought she saw her pocketing something.
‘Everyone?’
‘Not I. Besides, I’ve seen you naked already.’ Gen rolled her eyes. ‘Can you go in there alone?’
Leslie frowned as she started to climb out of bed, then looked at wooden door to the bathroom. ‘I’ll manage…but could you stand outside the door?’
Gen finally smiled. ‘Of course.’
Leslie scampered to the bathroom, trying to hide her naked self as she ran. Meanwhile, Gen started digging through her collected clothing, searching for a bathsuit. She pulled out a two piece suit that covered nothing. Tossing it aside she eventually found a blue metallic number. This will do. Gen thought as she also found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She went to the door and offered up the items after hearing the toilet flush.
A hand appeared and grabbed the items. ‘You people are crazy. I can’t get over all that’s going on.’
Gen leaned with her back against the door, staring at the room. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I have an episode and you treat it like it’s time to go swimming.’ The sink turned on.
‘It is, that’s part of it. You can sit and dwell on it, or get on with life. The choice is yours to make.’
‘What happened if I didn’t stop freaking out?’
‘Shawnie was going to sedate you.’ Gen stated flatly.
Leslie’s head stuck out of the door. ‘That’s what that was! I saw her holding something.’
Gen looked over at her. ‘We can’t have you being combative. It slows down everything. You’re wasting water.’
Leslie ducked back inside and the faucet turned off. ‘I suppose that’s true.’
‘Leslie, can I ask you something?’
‘I suppose, since we’re all being honest here.’ It came out muffled as she brushed her teeth.
‘How long have you been a sex addict?’ Gen asked.
The only response was Leslie’s toothbrush hitting the floor.
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