Nicci Greene
Nicci lost her father at the tender age of six and that very event may have shaped the young woman she became in later life. Nicci left school and went onto college where she met her first boyfriend. Nicci tells of her life at this time in her book, My Story confessions of a Temptress which charts her teenage years through each sexual encounter. Nicci tells of how she craved the love of a man and how this obsession took her into the arms of older men. Nicci continues her life story in My Story Confessions of a swinger which charts her life from the time she met her husband and through her years as a swinger. Nicci gave up that lifestyle to start a family but her addiction to having sex with strangers soon took hold once again. In her book, My Story confessions of a Seductress she tells of how she was more in control but still had that desire inside to be wanted and taken by another man. Nicci's entire life story is penned in the biograpghy, Fifty Shades of Greene.
“I wanted to be respected and to be loved. I longed for a man, like my father, to come and take me away from it all.”
“He must have felt a surge as he pulled away out of my mouth careful not to come too early and ruin the rest of his playtime.”
“The feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest.”
“It was a vivid memory for someone so young but one which has stayed with me forever.”
“The feeling of pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before and I wanted his hands to feel me all over as he sat there groping me and I was left wondering was it him or the drug making me feel so good?”
“We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again.”
“I held his hand tighter and still squeezing I leant across and kissed his lips, the lips that apologised for his huff as they lovingly connected with mine, and I strained to keep at least one eye on the road.”
“We held our heads together and looked into each others eyes as he held me in his arms ready to penetrate me and once again we shared a moment.”
“My face filled with the warm glow of embarrassment preventing me from smiling back so I turned and ran away.”