This story is linked marginally to The Erica Miller Story and was, alongside that story, one of the first I ever wrote. It once again takes place in the US, so apologies again for any mistakes. These two stories were written before all the good advice I received after my first submission but as they were in my documents folder I wanted them published and filed away.
There is plenty of sex in this story, including some that may appear non-consensual.
The Prison Teacher
My name is Megan Daniels and I am a high school IT teacher. I am married to Dr James Daniels who works as a psychologist mainly in prisons and correctional facilities that have psychiatric facilities.
We met at college in my hometown of Louisville, Kentucky and we decided to make our home here when we graduated. James continued with school while I was able to get a job immediately. We married as soon as I graduated and have just celebrated our 10
th
anniversary.
We both work hard and James usually travels quite a lot for work which is okay with me as I have my family and friends nearby. However as I am now 32 and my friends enter serious relationships I find that being alone gets me a little down at times. When James and I are together things are pretty good, maybe not like the first few years but who can honestly say that after 10 years the relationship still burns with the same passion.
Recently my friends and I have been having conversations about our sex lives and this is not something that we usually speak so openly about, as we were all raised as quite conservative Southern girls. However I always felt that my sex life with James was good and, well, normal. We made love at least a few times a week and although I never orgasmed every time I know James enjoys it. But listening to my friends talk about role playing and the use of toys or having sex in public took me by surprise. I usually remained silent but all I could think of was that maybe James and I were doing something right whereas my friends needed to work at their sex lives. I mean we had never even discussed any sexual aids or spicing things up.
A new friend named Audrey has recently joined our group. She works with Laura, who is my oldest friend so I trust her judgement where people are concerned. Audrey exuded confidence and at 5 foot 7 with large breasts and a curvy figure that was always just about covered with tight clothing she attracted a lot of attention, and boy did she love the attention. The downside was that it spilled over to the rest of the group and we really did not want it, especially me because I was the shy and quiet one in the group.
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The weekend was drawing close and James had arranged to attend a conference in Arizona. It was for criminologists and many of his colleagues and old college friends would be in attendance. James loved his work and he could talk about it for hours, rarely stopping to ask my opinion or how my job was going. I think to him I am just a high school teacher dealing with children whereas he was dealing with criminals of whom many were violent and sadistic, or in his own words 'interesting'. Tonight I swore he even continued to talk whilst brushing his teeth.
As we got into bed I managed to get a word in and told him that I had arranged dinner with the girls while he was away so he did not need to worry about me being bored and alone. Not that he had actually enquired; such was his ability to be selfish and thoughtless at times.
"So what's the point of this conference then? Will it improve your work?" I asked.
"Not really," He replied, "but it's important to be seen at these events and network with my contemporaries to share experiences and stories."
"Stories?" I asked.
My curiosity had now piqued.
"Erm...ok," He muttered and his eyes darted my direction.
He nestled alongside me and got comfortable
"Have you ever heard of Kleptolagnia?" He asked.
He was looking at me as though I wouldn't have a clue, but the word did sound familiar.
"Is that like Kleptomania?" I asked meekly.
"Yes similar, but it means the state of being sexually aroused by theft," He explained.
"What!" I said, my voice rising slightly.
"Oh yes. I have a colleague in Florida dealing with a prisoner who has been diagnosed with it."
He continued to explain to me how the man in question was a convicted petty thief who would steal from stores and then go home and masturbate over the stolen goods. His condition worsened and he ended up breaking into the homes of people he knew and stole things like jewellery, pictures and women's underwear and do the same upon returning home.
I was a little freaked out but this was the first time in a long time where I actually had any interest in his work.
"What else?" I asked. "There was me thinking you were dealing with everyday criminals."
"I do usually. I haven't had as much experience as some psychologists and that is why these conferences are so important."
"So come on. What else do you hear?" I asked again.
Sensing my interest he got closer to me and propped his head up on one hand, looking in my direction and the other hand reaching across my stomach.
"OK. Have you heard of Hybristophilia?" He said knowing I hadn't.
"I have no idea but the philia sounds ominous," I replied.
"It occurs when people are sexually aroused by people who have committed serious crimes," He explained in his best clinical voice.
"It's also known as Bonnie and Clyde syndrome. Some people can only achieve orgasm if they know the person they're with has committed an outrage, like armed robbery or more serious crimes like rape and murder."
"WHAT!" I screamed.
He laughed as he leant down and kissed me passionately on the lips. He moved his hand up my body and gently stroked my breast and then played with my hardening nipple. He moved to my neck and kissed and licked it gently.
"Hmmm," I whimpered silently into his ear.
I could feel a small vibration between my legs as his hand moved down to my soft mound where he rubbed my labia through my underwear. The tingling increased as he rubbed my clit and the warmth of his hands only served to increase the warmth building between my legs. He pulled down my underwear and got between my legs, losing his underwear he revealed his rock hard cock with a tiny amount of pre-cum at the tip.
He lined his cock up to my wet hole and penetrated me slowly, holding me close he started to gently rock. I moved my legs further apart and wrapped them around his hips. My aching pussy was squeezing his cock and wishing for him to go deeper. This only succeeded in pushing him over the edge and with one final thrust he pulled out his cock and fired a small load of semen onto my open pussy.
He rolled away from me and closed his eyes to sleep as I laid there unfulfilled. I never had a single orgasm and as I spooned him I was left thinking how I wish he would do more to me and how with each passing year the sex became less fulfilling and less fun. A feeling of guilt overcame me. Should I want more than I had in my arms right now, but even though I was a shy and conservative person I still enjoyed passionate sex?
