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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part thirteen, M+g, Fg, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 13

We sat together on the couch for another fifteen minutes.  Ann
had heard my deepest, darkest, secret.  I wasn't sure what would
come of that, and I was apprehensive about it.  Still, Ann was
the first to whom I had ever told this part of my story, and it
had been nice to tell it to someone I thought would understand.

"I should take you home," said Ann.

"No, don't," I said.  "I don't want to be alone right now."

"You won't be if I take you home."

"They'll probably just sit around and watch TV," I said.  "Either
that or they'll be out drinking.  I don't want to do either one
of those."

"You don't drink?" asked Ann.

"Not at all," I said.  "I can't stomach it."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I'd like to go walk on the beach, not to get picked up, just to
walk around.  Do you think we could stay away from the crowd?"

"Maybe," said Ann.  "We might find a quiet spot where we can wade
in the water."

"Good," I said.  "You take me."

"I'll need to lead you on the leash to keep guys from coming
after you," said Ann.  "Is that OK?"

"Sure, I don't mind.  Bind my wrists and lead the way."

Ann bound my wrists, unwrapped the leash, and led me out of her
room.  We got plenty of looks as we walked toward the beach, but
she was right about people (men, that is) leaving us alone.  We
looked too much like a couple for people to bother us.  As soon
as we reached the beach, we took a hard left, walking away from
the campfires that were blazing away.  We passed one campfire on
our right, but we were able to skirt it without being noticed. 
One hundred yards on, we were surrounded by darkness.

"I don't need to hold your leash any more," said Ann, and she
wrapped it around my neck.  "I'd like to take your cuffs off too,
if you'll let me."

"OK," I agreed.  Ann undid one of the cuffs, but left the other
on.  It felt strange to not have my wrists bound, but Ann put her
arm around my waist.  "Let's go slowly," she said.  "It's hard to
see out here."

I put my arm around Ann's waist and we picked our way down the
sand, heading in the direction of the water.  Once we reached it,
we walked along the surf.

"So are you going to tell me what you think of me now?" I asked.

"Doesn't much matter what I think.  What matters is what you
think."

The water lapped around our feet as we nearly slowed to a stop. 
"I'm afraid to say what I think," I replied.

"The one person you can't run away from is yourself," said Ann. 
"It's OK if you're afraid to tell me, but you can't be afraid to
say it to yourself."

"I'm sorry I got mad at you today," I said.  We had nearly
stopped.

"You don't need to apologize," said Ann.  "This trip turned out
to be more than you expected."

We stopped completely.  I faced Ann, put my arms around her neck,
and leaned my head on her shoulder.  "Just tell me what you
think."

Ann embraced me with one arm and stroked my hair with her free
hand.  "Can I ask you a few things first?"

"Yes, I want you to."

"You said you liked it sometimes when you sucked off your
stepdad. Did you really like it, or did being caned just make you
like it."

"No, I really liked it sometimes," I said.

"What about when he fucked you?" asked Ann.

"He never did.  He was pretty strict about that.  He said I was
too young to fuck."

"He was right about that," Ann agreed.  "Was he right when he
said you gave a better blow job after you'd been caned?"

I sighed and hugged Ann tighter around her neck.  "Yes, he was,"
I mumbled.

"So you must have been caned a lot, then," said Ann.

"No, not really," I replied.  "He'd come home, tell me to strip,
tie my hands behind my back, then make me say over and over that
I was a slut and I wanted to suck his dick.  If I didn't say like
I meant it, then he'd cane me."

"So you learned how to tell him you were a slut with real
feeling," said Ann.  "Did you think you were?"

"He caught me with two boys, so I guess I was," I answered.

"Where was your mother all this time?" asked Ann.

"She worked four to midnight at the phone company.  She was
always gone when I got home."

"You said your stepdad made you suck him off for a year.  Why did
he stop?"

"He didn't stop on his own.  My mother caught him.  In December,
after I'd been sucking him off for a year, my stepdad started
handing out Christmas presents.  He was in construction and he
had lot of men working for him."

"Oh," said Ann quietly.  "Do I know who the Christmas present
was?"

"Yes, you do," I replied.  "One day my mother saw an e-mail on my
stepdad's computer.  He had forgotten to close the account.  The
e-mail said he would bring the little slut over at seven and be
back to pick her up at ten.  She got curious and found out I was
the little slut.  That's when she kicked my stepdad out."

"How many times were you a Christmas present?" asked Ann.

"I'm not sure.  Maybe seven or eight times."

"Did any of the construction guys fuck you?"

"No, my stepdad said I was just for blow jobs, and when he picked
me up he always asked me if any of the men had fucked me."

"Hard to believe none of them did," said Ann.

"They wanted to keep their jobs, I think."

"Can we sit down for a while?" asked Ann.

"Sure," I said.

"I need to take off my clothes, though.  I don't want to get them
wet."

"That's OK," I said.  "It won't bother me."

Ann took off her clothes, laid them up the beach away from the
water, came back to me, and sat me down.  She sat behind me, so
that I was sitting between her legs, and put her arms around my
waist.

"So what do you think?" I asked her, when she said nothing.

"Depends," said Ann.  "Did your stepdad teach you to be a slut? 
Or do you think you would be slut no matter what?"

"Gawd, I've asked myself that a thousand times," I said.

"And what did you answer?" Ann asked.

"For a year or two, I thought he had made me into a slut.  But
now I don't think so.  I would have turned out the same way. 
Like the song says, I am what I am."

"And you can live with that?" asked Ann.

"I have been for over a year now," I said.

Ann didn't say anything for several seconds.  "You still want to
know what I think?" she asked.

"Yes, but I'm afraid of what you're going to say."

"Don't be," said Ann.  "I think you're just a girl with a very
healthy sex drive.  You've let it take over your life, but that's
not too surprising.  Once you start doing it, and enjoying it,
it's hard to keep things in check.  Since the men all like
fucking you, you probably get lots of compliments from them.  We
all like to get compliments.  Even if a man tells you that you're
a great cocksucker or a great fuck, it's still a compliment. 
You've not only got a healthy sex drive, you've also got lots of
men telling you it's a good thing."

"But that doesn't really answer my question?" I asked.

"So what's your question?"

"Am I a slave?"

"Maybe a slave for any man who wants sex," said Ann, "but a slave
like me, no."

We sat in silence for several minutes.  Ann held me snuggly
around the waist, and the longer I sat with her, the more I liked
it.  She was warm and gentle, like the ocean water that
occasionally washed around us.  I had fresh in my mind the time
we had spent together the night before.

"Do you remember last night?" I asked her.

"Yes, of course.  It's hard to forget something that nice."

"Do you think it would be just as nice tonight?"

"I'm sure of it," she said.  "Do you?"

"Yes," I said, speaking just above a whisper.

I turned sideways a little, and Ann kissed me.  It was a soft
kiss that was so different from the way she had kissed me the
night before.  Then we were both excited from all the fucking we
had done, and her kisses were ardent and sensuous.  Now she was
kissing me with real affection.  It wasn't an 'I want to have sex
with you' kiss.  It spoke volumes.  I put my arms around her neck
and we kissed like lovers who were happy just to be with each
other.

"I don't think I've ever had nicer time than I've had with you,"
Ann whispered.  "You're much more than a nymph who can't get
enough.  There's something else inside you, something deep and
contemplative.  I feel like I'm getting to know about you, the
you I don't see at a party."

"I guess two girls can do things that a man and a girl can't do,"
I whispered back.

"If I doubted it before," said Ann, "I don't doubt it now."

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>

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