This story is presented to you for the May 2022 writing contest. It is set in the same universe as The Kidnapping Chronicles, but it is not necessary to read them. The premise of this story is a woman who is addicted to sex tells her story of raping patients in a hospital. Disclaimer: This doesn't represent real life and is just fantasy. Yada yada yada if you get offended don't read yada yada yada.
Confessions of a Sex Addict
Stephanie sat in a circle of other people. She was not here by choice. Every time someone finished speaking she held her breath in hopes that she didn't have to go next. Her eyes wondered to the clock. There was no hope that she could get away from this session without speaking. She had tried to avoid talking in meetings for so long. For a while she felt like the group leader let it pass. Yet she knew the group leader wouldn't let her pass this time.
"Now let's go to you. Stephanie introduce yourself and tell us why you are here."
Stephanie sighed. She wasn't looking forward to this.
"My name is Stephanie Sugar. Most people just call me Steph. And I'm an addict."
"Hello Steph" the group all said in that monotone boring voice. She always hated the routine of these meetings.
"I'm...addicted to sex..." There. She said it, or part of it anyway. Her eyes bounced off the people around her. There was no obvious reaction from anyone, except from the person sitting in the middle of the circle.
"Well done! You've admitted you have a problem. But we both know it's not the full story. You won't get helped if you don't commit to it. Don't fight it Steph. We are here to support you. We are not your enemy."
The words 'don't fight it' echoed in her head. Oh the irony. Steph gave a deep sigh. "You're right. I'm only holding myself back by keeping it in. But it's not an easy story to tell."
"Nothing about this is easy. Remember Steph, you're here because you hurt others and yourself. Everyone here has done the same in one way or another. Even me. My addiction caused people to die through my own reckless actions." Stephanie's head perked up. That wasn't something she knew about him. The atmosphere in the room shifted then. No longer was it the boring hum drum of regular meetings. Pain was thick in the air. A few other faces even looked surprised.
"You...killed someone?" Steph asked.
"Mexico City." A few people gasped. The room got quiet, as if the entire universe was listening to the man speak. "It wasn't intentional, but I still share the blame because it was due to my addiction. I want you to understand Steph, all of us here have scars. All of us here are healing. All of us have made bad choices. For those of you curious about my story, I will share it with you another time. Right now though, Steph needs to tell us her story. She needs to finish her first step."
Steph let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. The revelation that this well respected man who ran the group was also an addict filled her with something she hadn't felt in a very long time after the initial shock wore off. Hope. Mexico City was bad compared to her story. Who would dare judge her after that?
"Ok." Steph took a breath and began to tell her story...
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I am...or rather was...a nurse. I got hired at a hospital in rural Texas. There was some nurse that quit coming to work out of nowhere. I was the one who filled in her position. My coworkers gave me an earful about the person I was replacing. She was a piece of work with a shady family history and racist. It made me feel confident that I couldn't screw up at my job worse than her.
Before I became a nurse, I was quite promiscuous on an adult dating site. I craved sex so bad that I would sleep with just about anybody. But it wasn't enough. Nobody could satisfy me. I could satisfy myself, but even that wasn't enough. I craved more and more. Giving into that craving of sex whenever I had it was what got me in trouble.
It started out with me just bringing a small vibrator to work. Whenever I got a craving I would hide in the restroom for a little while until the hunger inside me was satisfied. The thrill of possibly getting caught pleasuring myself in the restroom was great at first, but then got old really fast. I wanted the real deal.
A while later, I can't remember exactly how long because the days run together in my head, a priority patient was brought in. An old man with dementia had a heart attack and was a grandfather of one of the doctors. They made it to where he was assigned to have a nurse within arms length 24/7. I'm not exactly sure why. Aside from having the heart attack the old man was in great shape. Anyway, one day I was one of those nurses. It was honestly an easy job. Change his diaper every few hours, make sure he didn't have a rash, monitor his vitals. Basic stuff.
The first time I changed his diaper, I noticed it. A very large meaty member that grew whenever I touched his pelvis. I resisted the urge to take him at first. But the only time someone would come check on me would be to relieve me for my breaks or shift change. Always the same time each time I was assigned to him. One day I just couldn't resist anymore.
It was right after shift change. I knew I had several hours of free time before anyone checked in on me. Sometimes the old man had sensitivity to light so it was common for us to turn off the lights and close the blinds. From there, all I had to do was take off the diaper. I took his member in my hand and warmed him up. It instantly grew to an enormous size. I was pretty surprised that an old guy's cock could do that. The desire was so great to have sex, I had already soaked my underwear by the time I got undressed. Last thing I did before taking that old guy's cock was set an alarm on my phone so I could clean up in time and not get caught.
The euphoria I felt doing something I knew I wasn't supposed to do was indescribable. Feeling it inside me was like nothing I had felt before. This kind of sex was so much better because I was the one in control. I started off slowly, really getting the feel for the thing inside of me. Then, I pressed my body onto his and just rode that cock as fast as I could. The old man enjoyed himself too. He moaned and grunted along with me. Eventually he called out "Rose" with a glazed look in his eye. A fantasy was born then. I was no longer Stephanie Sugar. I became Rose, the old man's long lost lover. I whispered "yes I'm Rose" to the old man "and your cock is amazing inside me." The absolute best part after that was when he thrusted into the rhythm with me. The pleasure was so intense that I had to scream into his neck to muffle it so no one would hear. Finally, he shot his load into me and my long craving for sex was satisfied for a day or two.