Free Addicted by Ray Gordon Page B

a
nymphomaniac, desperate for women's bodies as well as men's. My
addiction to sperm was a nightmare that I had no control over, I
was vulnerable, defenceless.
    Leaping to my
feet, I dashed into my studio. I felt elated in my nakedness,
satisfied beyond belief after my shot of sperm - and as guilty as
hell for my lesbian licking. I'd not invite Lydia into the house
again, I decided. Although we'd enjoyed an incredible experience
together, I wasn't a lesbian - was I? My thinking was muddled; I
didn't know what I was, or what I wanted.
    I had two days
of work ahead of me, uninterrupted, panic-free work. Slipping my
smock over my head, I thought of Tony again, his name repeatedly
drifting through my mind. Guilt swamping me, I shook my head, again
wondering what I'd become. Tony knew nothing of his lesbian wife's
antics, he was innocent in his innocence - and I was guilt
ridden.
    Two days
later, my symptoms were back with a vengeance. My work halted
again, I was climbing the walls, craving a fix. I couldn't live
like this! I was destroying my life! I wasn't going to answer the
phone, I was in no mood to talk. But I finally grabbed the
receiver, realizing that Tony would become highly suspicious if I
persistently ignored his calls.
    "Is that Helen
Moore?" The voice was deep, male. Moore was my maiden name. Someone
from the past?
    "Who is this?"
I asked.
    "That is Helen
Moore, isn't it?"
    "Yes, yes it
is."
    "I have some
photographs of you, Helen."
    "Photographs?"
    "Remember art
college? Remember the leaving party we had?"
    "Yes, I
remember."
    "You were
drunk. I took some photographs of you."
    "Who is
this?"
    "Walker, Alan
Walker."
    "Oh, Alan!
Yes, I remember you. What's all this about photographs?"
    "I hear that
you're doing well, Helen." His voice was strange, threatening.
    "Yes, not too
bad."
    "The
photographs are for sale, I thought you might like first
refusal."
    "For sale? I
don't know what you're talking about, Alan. What photographs?"
    "You were that
drunk, so I don't suppose you'd remember. You were naked, a couple
of the lads were mucking about, having a laugh... I grabbed my
camera and they posed for me."
    "Naked? I
remember the party, getting drunk, but not..."
    "I'm in the
phone box down the road, I'll drop round in about ten minutes and
show you a couple of photographs."
    "Look, Alan, I
really have no idea..."
    Replacing the
receiver as he hung up, my heart began to beat wildly. God, I
needed a fix! Photographs? Naked? I recalled the party, the all
night drinking, vodka, gin, wine, brandy... The following morning
I'd woken up in my bed with a hangover. I recalled nothing about
being naked at the party!
    Answering the door in my smock, I recognised Alan straight
away. Tall, rugged, good-looking, he smiled at me as he stepped
into the hall clutching a large brown envelope. The words please do not bend caught
my eye. Leading him into the lounge, I asked him what this was
about.
    "These," he
said, sliding several large prints out of the envelope. I gazed in
disbelief at the horrific pictures. I was naked on the floor with
two men kneeling either side of me, their erect penises sperming
over my breasts. I froze; I honestly had no recollection of...
"Take a look at this one," he said. Two men were holding my feet
up, my legs wide apart, the camera focused on a cucumber emerging
from my pussy. "I have lots more, Helen!"
    My mind
racked, my hands trembling with panic and fear, I gazed into his
accusing eyes. Blackmail? Yes, obviously. But why now, after all
these years? What with my addiction and my adultery, my lesbian
act... all I needed was this! I couldn't cope, I needed a fix. My
stomach sank, my body wilted with fear.
    "They're one
thousand pounds each," he said, slipping the prints into the
envelope and glancing around the room at the furniture. "It looks
as if you've done very well, Helen. I'm sure you'll be only too
delighted to purchase the photographs."
    "Why now,
after all this time?" I asked shakily.
    "I