Mariavixen
01-18-2009, 06:57 PM
She was trapped, that was all there was to it. Trapped in an existence she never thought she would have to endure. The dreams of a high rise in new york along with the high-paying, ball-busting career were gone. Now she was simply the Mom. She was 40 years old and she had three kids. It was a constant go around of soccer practice, ballet class, drama club, and so on and so on. When she did have a moment to herself she spent it cleaning, making breakfast/lunch/dinner, or reading. Reading was one of her few joys and she indulged in it whenever possible. She loved to go away into her reading nook for a few hours and disappear in the worlds presented to her. Her reading tastes varied so greatly that her library was the envy of anyone who entered their home. her husband lived at the office. He was constantly working on one project or another, and he like her spent most of his time with the kids as well. Between them they saw each other less then 2 hours a week. By the time they went to bed at night they were both so exhausted that sex was the last thing on their mind.
Yes she was proud of the home she had created and the children she had borne. But now for some reason it just wasn't enough. She was at a point where she needed something that was hers and hers alone. And so it began, she started trying to find herself, in pottery classes, writing classes, art classes, cooking classes, women's groups, forums, and anything else she came across that she thought might be IT. Nothing worked. She started to slowly spiral down into a depression the likes of which she had never known. What was it inside of her that was not being fed? Why did she feel as though she was simply drifting through this life. So she started to talk, to therapists, friends, family, her husband, even her kids. No one helped.
Then one day out of the blue she stopped at a local bookstore. Walking in she smiled, smelling the sweet and somewhat retched smell of decaying books. A smell she knew well and loved deeply. She walked the aisles looking at the normal faire. Then something caught her eye , she slowly ran her hand down the lettering and read the title aloud. "Justine" the word itself felt sensual upon her lips. She picked up the book and opened it. It was a hand made translatede copy of the marquis de sade's Justine. Of course she knew who the marquis de sade was, however she did not know that he had written a novel let alone what it was about. making her way back to the counter to pay a small smile had crept its way onto her face and she paid the 315.00 happily. The minute she got home she snuggled into her reading chair and opened the book. After getting several pages in she felt she should relocate to the bedroom. She lay on her stomach on the bed reading the marquis tortured tale of the poor girl who tries again and again to be virtuous but is raped, and slaved out to monks. She finished the book and with a shake she realized that the day had passed by it was time for the kids to get home from school and nothing was ready.
She ran to the car and jumped in, calling the chinese place down the road to put an order in before she arrived. When she got back home she put the chinese on the counter kissed her children and husband took a carton of lo mein and went back upstairs. She re read Justine twelve times. After the first two times she began to caress herself with each reading. But instead of her normal masturbation she added a slap or pinch here and there. She had gotten so aroused by this book and the things in it that she couldn't even explain to her husband. So she began her search. She looked all over the internet for any link from the fictional world of the novel into real life. Finally she started to notice something. There were groups online that actually acted this out. So she began to "roleplay" however it just wasn't enough. She was still the mom bored and tired of her life. She couldn't escape into her head. And then .....
TBC
Yes she was proud of the home she had created and the children she had borne. But now for some reason it just wasn't enough. She was at a point where she needed something that was hers and hers alone. And so it began, she started trying to find herself, in pottery classes, writing classes, art classes, cooking classes, women's groups, forums, and anything else she came across that she thought might be IT. Nothing worked. She started to slowly spiral down into a depression the likes of which she had never known. What was it inside of her that was not being fed? Why did she feel as though she was simply drifting through this life. So she started to talk, to therapists, friends, family, her husband, even her kids. No one helped.
Then one day out of the blue she stopped at a local bookstore. Walking in she smiled, smelling the sweet and somewhat retched smell of decaying books. A smell she knew well and loved deeply. She walked the aisles looking at the normal faire. Then something caught her eye , she slowly ran her hand down the lettering and read the title aloud. "Justine" the word itself felt sensual upon her lips. She picked up the book and opened it. It was a hand made translatede copy of the marquis de sade's Justine. Of course she knew who the marquis de sade was, however she did not know that he had written a novel let alone what it was about. making her way back to the counter to pay a small smile had crept its way onto her face and she paid the 315.00 happily. The minute she got home she snuggled into her reading chair and opened the book. After getting several pages in she felt she should relocate to the bedroom. She lay on her stomach on the bed reading the marquis tortured tale of the poor girl who tries again and again to be virtuous but is raped, and slaved out to monks. She finished the book and with a shake she realized that the day had passed by it was time for the kids to get home from school and nothing was ready.
She ran to the car and jumped in, calling the chinese place down the road to put an order in before she arrived. When she got back home she put the chinese on the counter kissed her children and husband took a carton of lo mein and went back upstairs. She re read Justine twelve times. After the first two times she began to caress herself with each reading. But instead of her normal masturbation she added a slap or pinch here and there. She had gotten so aroused by this book and the things in it that she couldn't even explain to her husband. So she began her search. She looked all over the internet for any link from the fictional world of the novel into real life. Finally she started to notice something. There were groups online that actually acted this out. So she began to "roleplay" however it just wasn't enough. She was still the mom bored and tired of her life. She couldn't escape into her head. And then .....
TBC