Sexaholics
If you love hot and steamy erotica,
you’ll also enjoy
Erotic
City
by Pynk
Available now
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Contents
10: “Your Sweetness Is My Weakness”
Pynk’s Sex Dictionary Favorites II
This second Pynk book is dedicated to all the
sexaholics taking steps to recover and detox from
obsessive lust and sex through fellowship.
Here’s to your successful, long-term sobriety.
Well my cherished lovelies, I lost my erotica virginity with
Erotic
City
, and it was a real pleasure. It came so naturally! And so here I am
again after having completed my next sex-in-the-city title,
Sexaholics.
As you hold this hot little book in your hot little hands, please know this
sophomore erotica experience could not have been possible without the following
cherished individuals, companies, and sites.
I’d like to offer major thankxxx to HoneyB, who has been my dear friend
since 2003, and whom I call the ultimate Super Woman, for always being simply
sexy, supportive, smart, and just plain old special.
And VCM, my Starbucks buddy, for giving me the great “lay it out on the
floor” advice. Your suggestion about separating the individual character
stories and connecting them later brought it all together.
To my loving family, as always, I am so thankful for your undying love and
understanding. Your amazing support and acceptance give me the fuel to continue
writing. I love you one and all!
Thankxxx to my cherished Grand Central Publishing family—Karen Thomas (your detailed, constructive, and honest revision letters
have served to enrich
all aspects of my writing—love you dearly), Latoya Smith, Jamie Raab,
Linda Duggins, Samantha Kelly, Miriam Parker, Renee Supriano, and others. I am
so proud and honored to be part of your awesome and professional team.
Also, tender kisses to
Letters to Penthouse
,
theerotic woman.com
,
bettersex.com
,
sa.org
,
bastardlife.com
,
femi nistreview.blogspot.com
,
urban-reviews.com
,
book-remarks.com
, Harriet Klausner,
Tracey Ricks Foster,
Maureen Walters,
mahoganybookclub.ning.com
,
aalbc.com
,
mosaic books.com
,
sistahfriend.com
,
alexanderbook.com
,
edc-creations.com
,
rawsistaz.com
,
apooobooks.com
,
simply-said.net
, Medu Books,
Waldenbooks at CNN, Nubian Books, the Decatur Book
Festival,
blacksover40.org
, Mocha with
the NAACP Author Pavilion, author Curtis
Bunn and the
nationalbookclubconference.com
, author S. B.
Redd, all of my
MySpace and Facebook Friends, Vicky Evans at Foxie105 radio,
iseecolor.com
,
and
the many online groups, bookstores, book clubs, and radio shows who supported my
first erotica title,
Erotic City
. Gracias!
And a special thankxxx to you, my cherished readers, who’ve embraced
Erotic City
, for seeking out erotica books as a viable and very
necessary form of entertainment, and for letting me know how much you enjoy my
work.
Sexaholics
is set in the city of the stars, movies, women, and
cars—Los Angeles. It is raw and real and racy. I love, love, love what I
do and I plan to keep dishing out the spice, so hang tough. There’s more
to cum in 2010! Just check out the juicy chapter excerpt from my next title,
Sixty Nine
, about three sexually repressed women in Miami, born in
1969, who are about to turn the big 4-0!
Sixty Nine
is anything but
missionary!
Smooches,
Pynk
xoxo
I’ve written this dramatic book,
Sexaholics
, about women
struggling with sex addiction. Women are rarely labeled sexaholics. Sexaholics
Anonymous members are mainly men. On one end, society doesn’t necessarily
see women as having a problem if all we think about is sex. We’re simply
seen as hypersexual nymphos, and that’s sometimes considered a gift to men
but perhaps at the same time not seen as marriage material. On the other end, we
see male addicts as Peeping Toms and perverts, as in the alleged situations
involving Eric Benet and David Duchovny, so we try to fix them because having
sex and conquering women is a major part of who a man is. Well, we women need
help, as well. And yes, sex, be it healthy or addictive sex, is a major part of
women’s lives, too.
I wanted to show four examples of female sex addicts from the inside out.
Four women who are flawed, just like the three-dimensional characters I would
develop in a mainstream title, who struggle with the fact their lust never
sleeps. I felt the need to show the lives of those who are addicted to sex,
aside from just the sex act itself.
I did a lot of research into sexual addiction through reading, interviewing,
and watching numerous television specials. I also attended Sexaholics Anonymous
meetings, which were extremely helpful. The level of honesty, dedication to
abstinence, and uplifting support these members shared amazed me. Sexaholics
rehab programs are similar to Alcoholics Anonymous, based upon the same 12-step
principles, and upon faith in healing through God, because the problem is
physical, emotional, and spiritual. Healing comes about once all three are dealt
with.
What I’ve learned is that no one is born an addict, whether it be
alcohol, gambling, shopping, food, or sex. We are
all
products of our
upbringing. Our society is damaged and there are many perverts and predators in
the world, especially—and unfortunately—in our own families.
Sexual addiction is an illness that can be overcome. Lest we judge, take a
moment to think of what the ride must be like for people suffering from a
sex-addiction illness—unquenched addicts dangerously driven to the brink
who want more and more. They are often victims of intense trauma, sometimes
sexual, usually suffered in childhood.
I ask you to free your mind and open your eyes, strap on your strap-on, and
take a look inside of the world of my four girls—Miki Summers, Valencia
Sanchez, Teela Raye, and Brandi Williams—as they allow us to take a
voyeuristic view into their quest for sobriety in a California rehab program. I
give you my sophomore title,
Sexaholics.
Miki Summers
—Penis variety is the true spice of
life.
Valencia Sanchez
—
Girls just wanna have fun
and eat
as much pussy as humanly possible.
Teela Raye
—
Take my man, please, as long as I can
watch.
Brandi Williams
—Hit that dick and quit it,
but never go back twice.
Sexaholics
M
y name is Miki, and I’m a
sexaholic.”
“Hi, Miki,” the smiling sexaholics support group members sang in
unison that warm, early-summer evening. The fading amber sun dripped its sweet
honey glow upon the coastline of the city of angels. Cries of free-spirited
seagulls echoed in the sexy skies above.
It was a Tuesday.
The one-story, crème brick building spanned the entire palm-tree-lined
block, and was only two stop signs from the world-famous pier along the shore of
the Pacific Ocean. The fresh scent and white sounds of the blue-violet ocean
were constant.
The walls of the east hall meeting room of the spacious outpatient treatment
facility in Santa Monica, California, were lined with framed 12-steps and
Sexaholics Anonymous posters. The facility had been packed ever since a very
high-profile actor had been treated there for sex addiction. The many group
programs at TAC, which stood for The Addiction Center, ranged from eating
disorders and codependency to alcohol, drug, and sex recovery, and were usually
booked many months in advance.
Cocoa-brown Miki looked down at the folding chair. She took her seat at the
same time that her best friend, Valencia, stood.
“My name is Valencia, and I’m a sexaholic.” She wore a
massive princess-cut rock on her ring finger.
“Hi, Valencia.”
Valencia nodded and sat, crossing her legs and clasping her sweaty hands.
A woman at the other side of the circle stood and spoke. “Hi. My name
is Teela, and I’m a sexaholic.”
The entire newcomers group again gave their standard cheery reply. “Hi,
Teela.”
As she took her seat, a petite, dark-skinned woman sprang to her feet. Her
voice was melodic. “Hello there, everyone. I’m happy to be
here.” She flashed her perfectly capped teeth. “My name is Brandi,
and I’m a sexaholic and an alcoholic.” Her voice said she was proud,
but her eyes said she was broken.
“Hi, Brandi.”
Brandi bowed her head, then scooted her backside into the chair, nodding and
eyeing each member as she offered a cheery grin. She rocked back and forth and
crossed her arms, embracing herself tightly.
The tall, redheaded support-group sponsor spoke from her seat. “Thank
you very much, newcomers. It’s rare to have four women at once. Anyone
else?” She looked around, along with others who scanned the room, allowing
time for anyone who might have been left out. “No? Okay.” She hugged
a clipboard and a small, dark blue notebook to her bosom. “Welcome to the
Sexaholics Anonymous, better known as SA, program at TAC. We at SA appreciate
the fact that you’ve shared a little bit of yourselves with the group. We
want you to consider this group as your extended family.” Rachel Cummings,
the Sexaholics Anonymous counselor, crossed her thirty-four-inch legs and
flashed a wide Colgate smile, securing a retractable pencil over her ear.
