Welcome to E. Mayberry

I loved Erotic Mayberry. I fucking loved the place. I’d been fighting my urges since entering and I wanted so badly to be back there, doing whatever I wanted. I’d hang out around the house and wait for my man to get home from work. I’d watch him on TV as he fucked other women the way he’d watch me as I fucked other men. I’d go swimming and chicken fight other women and go down on whoever’s shoulders I’d been sitting on. Bastian and Pasha both looked so content with their cocks in Suzanne. I might even go fuck her just so I could see what the hype was about.

I fell asleep on the couch, thinking of how much fun I’d have.

First thing in the morning, I called Bastian.

“Good morning, babe,” I said. “Come pick me up. I choose Erotic Mayberry.”

Chapter 11

“So you chose to go back,” Tension said. “You were in love with the doctor.”

“Yes,” I admitted.

Tension filled his glass again and did the same with mine.

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?I did love Bastian. But I think I loved myself more and it had taken that trip home to make me realize how much. I deserved to be happy and like Bastian I couldn’t be happy without some variety,” I said.

“You can’t be happy without variety?” Tension asked.

“No, I don’t think I can,” I replied. “Let me ask you something. Tell me about your sex drive.”

“Insatiable,” he said.

“Everyone would say that. Tell me more.”

“I was an alcoholic who cheated on my wife,” he admitted.

“Cheated, like once?”

“Like every night. I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“Seriously?” I said as I slammed my glass down on the table loud enough to ensure him I didn’t like his answer. “You’re going to keep secrets from me when I’ve been telling you my deepest darkest?”

He took a drink and nodded.

“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry. That’s kind of insensitive of me. By telling you this, I’m trusting you with information I’ve never given to anyone before.”

“Same here,” I reminded him.

“If I tell you this, you might want to leave the bar,” he said.

“I highly doubt you can say anything that will make me want to leave this bar.”

“I have a habit of sleeping with women on the job.”

“Sleeping with them or fucking them? There is a difference.”

“Fucking them.”

I stood up.

“You’re a fucking pig,” I said as I started to walk away but then laughed and turned back around to take my seat.

“You’re not mad?”

“Have you heard my story?” I asked.