BARBIE    Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three–two boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy. My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA’s office. Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. I was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.

The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme. Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit I am a sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting.

In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn’t want to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive course Staci had me on.

I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn’t want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my marriage. I’d lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn’t help that. The risks outweighed the consequences, because the sex was that good.

I love Staci for what she’s done. She took her time with me, got to know me, inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me, but nothing worthwhile comes easy as my father would say. Eight months of patient prodding has paid off for both me and Staci.

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