Confessions of a Sex Fiend series

By Rayven Godchild

~ ~ ~ On the path to earning his degree in mechanical engineering, Chancellor Baltimore, geek-extraordinaire, experiences a detour of a lifetime. He discovers his inner sex fiend and an incurable yearning to be the fantasy, bring the pain, and ensure unbridled pleasure for his clients. But even he experiences a bump in the road. ~ ~ ~ 

In Tasting Cherry, everyone has a first time. 

In A View to Ecstasy, it’s so much more fun when there’s more than two in the tango. 

In Retreat Bound, there’s pleasure in the pain. 

And in Bound to Collide, Chancellor experiences a collision course that is inevitable. 

Let’s enjoy these tales of a sex fiend as Chancellor continues to break the rule that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

Shhhhh! Don’t tell anyone. They will be our little secrets…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rayven Godchild
• Release date: Dec 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781499259421

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Confessions of a Sex Fiend

Rayven Godchild

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Published by Rayven Godchild

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Copyright 2014 Rayven Godchild

Interior design by Heather McCorkle of McCorkle Creations. Covers by Melody Simmons.

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Table of Contents

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Part 1: Tasting Cherry

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Rum & Coke Time

Part 2: A View to Ecstasy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Rum & Coke Time

Part 3: Retreat Bound

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Rum & Coke Time

Part 4: Bound to Collide

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Rum & Coke Time

Confessions o a SF WEBSITE USE

Chapter One

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Becoming a Sex Fiend

I...

I have a confession to make.

My mother...

She (sigh)...

She made life so normal, it crossed the line into too predictable. Seriously, you could set your watch by her routines. She loved to hug and give kisses on the cheek, but no, my mom had nothing to do with me becoming who I am.

Before you go getting the wrong idea, I have to make it one-hundred-percent-bona-fide-there-is-no-doubt that I love what I do. Not a lot of people get paid out the ass to do what brings them joy. And yes, the taste of a wet pussy on my tongue is something I love!

Dear old dad had nothing to do with it either. He was all about his guns. Our man-to-man sex talk lasted all of ten, maybe fifteen awkward seconds after my first wet dream when I was twelve.

Chancellor, he said, scratching a week’s worth of stubble on his chin, a man’s pistol shouldn’t be jerked out and the safety released unless he’s ready to use it.

Yeah. Real inspiring.

He made up for it by handing me my first Playboy magazine demanding I keep my ‘gun’ to myself until I was married, and making a deal with me to supply more nudey-zines as long as I kept my ‘lefty’ and ‘righty’ business from mom. I gulped and nodded, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, agreeing to keep it all, especially the part about the magazines, hidden from every soul on earth.

If there’s anyone to blame (but can you really call it blame?) it’s Denise.

I was a nineteen-year-old virgin at UNLV, University of Nevada, Las Vegas, when she crossed my path and turned my genius plans for the future into shit on a stick.

Okay, maybe not genius, but I was studying to become a mechanical engineer. Figured I had to make my over-indulged-in-the-brains-department pay off somehow.

My geekery only got me to second base sucking Melanie Schneider’s nipples behind the gym bleachers in tenth grade, and only – as I found out later – because she lost a bet with the other cheerleaders.

Mean words have a way of riding the whispers clogging high school hallways. I was the beneficiary by random selection; as in I was the first nerd (yeah, my high school was that high school that kept clique lists) passing the gym when Melanie had to pay up or forfeit her co-captain rank. I wouldn’t have been mad if she hadn’t left me so turned on. I was stuck behind the bleachers and missed class because it took a while for me to get my wood down. Guess I should be glad no one caught me jerking off. That kinda shit could leave a guy scarred for life.

So when Denise slid into the chair across from me at the university library, I started packing up my Statics and Particle Dynamics textbook, along with my World of Warcraft notes for that evening’s mission. But then she said, Star Trek or Star Wars? You can’t have them both.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I was an epic fail in ignoring the way her loose shirt hung off one shoulder and her heady scent of blackberries wafting toward me. But her words, coming from full pink lips curled in a smirk, her bright blue eyes hinting at mischief, well, I couldn’t let those words go.

"I can and I do," I answered, pointing at the stickers plastered all over my knapsack.

How so? she asked, elbow on the table and chin resting in the palm of her hand. She looked genuinely interested.

I hesitated, imagining all the things I’d love for her to do with her lips, things I would never get her to do. Like Melanie, I figured she was there for some stupid bet, dare or whatever. Hell, college was nothing more than another version of high school, still getting looked at sideways because you happen to find mathematical formula jokes funny. Same stupid kids and their same stupid shit. So I had no expectations when I rambled on about Star Wars this and Star Trek that.

She listened, truly listened with her eyes on me, laughing and sharing her own thoughts and opinions. It wasn’t anything new to talk to a really pretty girl. Did it plenty of times...tutoring them. That’s it.

But this...

This was so different.

I’ve heard people say, You should never say never.

And they’re right.

No way in hell did I realize I’d end up at Denise’s place, her lips and tongue milking the third orgasm of the night from my dick.

Fucking! Amazing!

Yeah, I lost my virginity (and no, it wasn’t a bet), but I found so much more.

I found the sex fiend in me. Denise started out giving me words of guidance, whispers of what made her feel good, what made her feel better. By the end of the night, I listened to her body, remembered her hints and was able to make her squirt (squirting is a beautiful fucking thing!)

It was a high so encompassing, so intense that it took root in the very core of my being. The feel of warm juices from a wet pussy, the friction of contact, pussy walls tightly wound around my dick...damn, I don’t know why I waited so long.

Most importantly, I found a new life.

I have a confession, Denise said.  Her head rested in that cuddle-spot between my neck and shoulders, her fingers splayed across my chest as she lay by my side. I’ve been checking you out for a while.

Really? I squawked, then cleared my throat. So much for trying to be Mr. Smooth.

She giggled and grazed her fingertips over my nipples. My dick twitched against my thigh and my body tingled, still riding the high of losing my virginity...and loving it.

I thought back, trying to recall when or where I could have seen her before. She wasn’t in any of my classes. I didn’t remember seeing her at the gym, though I admit I was so tunnel-visioned during workouts I wouldn’t have noticed a dust storm.

Yes. I’m interested in recruiting a new talent for my business. And I’m very selective about who I go after.

Must be a pretty special kind of business.

She nodded and let out a sigh of satisfaction. I can’t complain.

That explained why she had a nice place in a quiet neighborhood and could afford the king-sized bed we trampled all over during our,