EXTRACT FOR
Nymphomaniac's First Anal Sex Experience
(Nicola Diaz)

"Veronica" Kane says, as I let him into my apartment. I don't respond to him, walking him through my Manhattan penthouse and pouring him a drink, myself too. I know his name, I remember his name. He introduced himself to me as Kane at the bar, right before he pulled my hand onto his hard, thick cock, and let it linger there for as long as it took him to finish his drink. He was every part the description of my most recent fantasy. I knew then and there that I had to have him. 



I have had lots of fun, exploring and re-exploring my sexual appetites. I know that I am a nymph, there is no other word to describe my insatiable lusts. I yearn for sex, hard sex, different sex, deviant sex. My pussy wets at the thought of new ways to be fucked. And when I met Kane in the pub a few nights ago I knew that he would satisfy my newest lust. I knew that he would stretch my limits, and my cunt beautifully. There is now no turning back, because he is already here. 



My family hates my lifestyle of course, and I have tried to keep this from them. This is why they have seen fit to put me up in my own apartment, to try and hide from view my tastes. I appreciate this, because there is no way for me to turn from these appetites. I cannot help myself, cannot return to the innocent, demure debutant that I once was. The dark side has consumed me completely now, and there is a stranger standing in my living room now, promising to make this side a whole lot darker.