EXTRACT FOR
Kelly's Quickies - Volume Five
(Kelly Addams)

Quiet and really quite shy, these were words that described Wendy well. Quiet until she'd had just one too many white rum and colas, and still shy even then. Everyone liked her, because she was down to earth, she didn't have any delusions, Wendy didn't ever claim to be anyone that she wasn't, she was a working class girl, sensible, industrious, a great mother to her four kids, a good friend to have, she was the perfect image of a mid thirties woman from a lower middle class area. She was solid, respectable, reliable... but what no-one knew, not even her closest friends, Wendy had a dark secret hidden away, a secret that haunted her dreams, a secret that she tried to keep buried. 

And it has to stay buried she often told herself when she felt the desire welling inside, it wasn't safe to let the lurking beast loose. 

Not now I'm a mother! 

Single mother she corrected as she shook her head, her ex Darren was miles away! Not far enough she added with a hint of scorn. He had traded her in for a younger woman, a blonde bimbo slut from the factory where he worked. But she was welcome to him, let her be his punching bag when the beer filled his mind with unreasonable anger. Let the bimbo try to disguise her regular black eyes and bruising with foundation, just wait until he caught her smiling at another guy! Wendy had been there, and she had learned not to press his buttons when he'd had a drink, of course he didn't always need a drink, he could be just as aggressive sober, but that was dependent on the level of provocation. To smile at a guy when he was drunk would lead swiftly to fists, to do the same when he was sober would lead to an icy stare and hissed accusations, often he had gripped her wrists so tightly that she winced, and those were the times that Wendy prepared herself for the postponed beating that she knew was on its way.

So in a way Wendy was a paradox, a woman who had suffered at the hands of a drunken and aggressive partner, and yet, in her heart, in her very soul... she would freely admit to being, a pain slut!

But the pain from Darren was never sexual, it was always from anger. There was a fine line between kind of pain and arousal. Darren was a monster, he sought to punish her for crimes imagined... so from him she received only pain... never stimulation.

Only once before had she met a man who truly understood her, but their relationship had been fleeting. It had been bad timing. She had been working in a bakery, he had always been the first customer of the day collecting fresh rolls for the restaurant where he worked in the kitchens. Both in their early twenties, both free and single, both frustrated and horny because of their long working hours and lack of social life, it was surely fate that pushed them together.

Wendy hadn't understood about vanilla, especially not a vanilla lifestyle. So when Karl had explained over a shared bottle of wine that he wasn't really into the normal, mundane... vanilla way of life and loving Wendy had quietly and naively agreed with him, she didn't like normal either.

At the time she had presumed that vanilla was missionary, a straight fuck in the dark, and what he was trying to tell her about himself and his personal preferences? He's saying he likes different positions she decided. And Karl did, they never fucked missionary once, but Wendy soon understood that she had been very wrong in her assessment of her lover...

Very wrong indeed!