Starlight, Starlust- Chapter 2

Your first love can feel like a star you never want to stop chasing, until you realize you’re the one getting smaller. Chapter 2 of Starlight Starlust is a raw, erotic audio story about moving in with a high school sweetheart, believing it’s forever, and then watching the fantasy crack under ego, jealousy, and a double standard that cuts deep. I talk candidly about ambition being dismissed, about the hunger to explore sexually, and about what it feels like when someone demands loyalty while excusing their own betrayal.

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Transcript

Intro And Where To Listen

Nicole 0:00

Temptation awaits Nicole Sultry Tales. I'm your author and host. Join my Sultry Sinners at patreon.com slash Nicole SultryTales. Free to join. Links in the description along with my Amazon author page. Now my sultry sinners, let's enjoy Starlight Star Lost Chapter 2. Written and read by myself.

Moving In With A First Love

Nicole 0:40

After I graduated high school, things went a bit sideways. I moved in with my high school sweetheart. We had been having a long distance relationship for the past couple of years. I thought he was the love of my life. I thought we would be together forever. I was absolutely naive. At first, it was amazing being together. I was on Cloud Night. For the first time, we were able to have sex whenever and wherever we wanted. I loved waking up to him and playing house. I loved our apartment. I didn't love that he was a mama's boy and completely full of himself. I had ambitions. He did too. But he didn't think mine mattered. One day his mom told me that it was only important for him to go to college, not me. I'm glad I didn't listen to her. I was meant for more than being a homemaker. I wanted to be the first one of my family to graduate college. There came a time that I started to want more than what he was comfortable with sexually. He was more conservative. Well, I wanted to explore and experiment. I wanted to be wild. My body craved something he wasn't giving me. It didn't take long for our bliss to fade. It was easy being together when we weren't together all the time. I was devastated when we broke up. He had found my diary and had used a pencil and a paper to shade over a blacked-out entry. A couple years ago, when we first got together, I had been with someone else. It was a one night that wasn't worth it. We were so young and lived in different states. The thing was I wasn't the only one who had cheated. He had flown to France with his best friend one summer. I would never have found out about it, but after they came back, they brought a bunch of friends from their hometown to the cottage his family owned in my town. While everyone was drinking and having fun, one of the guys mentioned the girls they had spent the night with in France. He tried to say he just slept in her bed, even though she had walked in with lingerie on. I forgave him, but do you think he could do the same for me? No, because he had no problem hurting me, but couldn't handle it when it happened to him. I would find out as I grew older, this was a theme with a lot of men. I once asked a man who was trying to openly cheat on his girlfriend with me what he would do if she did the same to him. He got upset and said she would never. I had really thought he was my soulmate. I had even stopped wishing on a star, thinking my wish had come true. I was out of my mind trying to figure out how to get us back together. I couldn't imagine my life without him trying to achieve this. I did one of the most embarrassing things I ever

Betrayal, Breakup, And A Last Attempt

Nicole 5:07

did. We were still living in the same place, but sleeping in different rooms. I was in the bedroom while he was on the pull out in the living room downstairs. In the middle of the night, I crept down the stairs and crawled onto the sofa with him. I was intent on showing him we belong together. I woke him up with my naked body pressed against him. He tried to resist and say no. But he couldn't fight it. He got hard and I put my hand on his boxer. I took a hold of him and expertly massaged it. I kissed and licked his chest as I slid halfway down his body. I pulled him out and licked and sucked him better than I had ever before. I tried to show him with my mouth how much I loved him and what he would be missing with me gone. He gave in and laid back to enjoy it. I love the feel of him inside me. He was designed for me. That wasn't the most embarrassing part. It came when I literally cried after he came inside me. More like I sobbed. Maybe even worse than that was that it did nothing to help. It would be the last time we had sex. I moved out a few days later. It took me years to realize that

Choosing Independence Over His Approval

Nicole 7:42

I had loved him with all my heart while he had me. He saw me as the poor girl from a small town whose worth was significantly less than his. Good for him that later on he married a woman that was just an appendix. He was her identity. I have my own. So that could never offend me. I wanted my own success and story. I smile when I think that if we had stayed together, we would have made hundreds of thousands more. She didn't work, so he supported them. I work and enjoy making money. I also think about the things I did since then, and how I would never have gotten the chance to do them had we stayed together. I wouldn't have gotten a degree, joined a sorority, lived in the south, learned Spanish, learned dance bajata, live in the city, and a million other things. I'm sure my life has been more fulfilling without him. I returned to my hometown feeling defeated. It took me a while to come back to life. I had a couple awful and short relationships

The City Escape And A Dark Night

Nicole 9:35

before I met a guy in a chat room. Actually, a couple new ones. After getting in a fight with my mother, I took off. I ran off to the big city a couple hours away. I had never been to a big city before and was completely all naive and scared. I stayed with a friend out there running in the streets. Things got scary one night when a guy I thought was a friend forced himself on me. It was horrible and scary. For the rest of my life I remember what he said to me after he was done. He whispered in my ear, that was amazing. I wish you could have enjoyed it too. I was mortified and didn't know what to do or where to go. With nowhere else to turn, I messaged Scott, the guy from the chat room I had been talking with for about a month online. And had met one time before. He lived in another city about an hour and a half away. He became my knight in shining armor. He got in his little blue car and drove out to save me and take me away from there. I moved into a small efficiency apartment with him. He was fun, but had some issues. He had been a skinny dork in high school, which he compensated for by going to the gym. He was really into it with workout and meal plans. He wanted to be a muscle guy and with a hot gym going blonde bimbo type of girlfriend, which I was not. I don't understand why guys get with women that are not the type they really want, and then expect for the women to become that type. One night he took me to my first strip club. I didn't know this would send me down a new path. Scott turned to me while we watched

Scott, The Strip Club, And The Audition

Nicole 12:28

a girl dance and said, You should do this. I know that's kind of strange, but I've never been normal. I didn't even think about it. I told him, Okay, I'll do it. We went over and sat at the soda and juice bar to speak with the owner. There was no alcohol served since it was a full nude club. The owner looked me up and down and told me I would have to come for an audition. The next day I went. The audition was me getting on stage and dancing to three songs. The first song, I would have all my clothes on. The second one I would have half my clothes on. The third and final song, I would be completely naked. The audition wasn't while the club was closed. It was right in front of the customers. I can't remember what I chose for the first and second songs. I remember the third one like it was yesterday though. I took the last of my clothes off to Peaches and Cream by 112. Every time I hear that song, I instantly go back to being naked, shaking my ass, and twirling on a pole on stage for the first time. I got the job. It was crazy

VIP Rooms, Party Culture, And Consequences

Nicole 14:45

going up on stage to undress for guys that were for the most part gross and weird. The VIP room was even crazier. The room was split into small private rooms with a curtain over the door area for privacy. There was one chair with a mirror behind it. I used that mirror to watch myself and put what I was doing out of my mind. It was strange having a boyfriend that wanted you to strip for other men and rub your body on them in the VIP room. I kept it strictly professional though. The owner once asked why I didn't like guys do more. He was a skeezy kind of guy. There was one time though, he caught one of the new dancers doing a lot more in the VIP rooms. We all had a suspicion about her soon after she started dancing. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she was getting all the guys. I was in the VIP room in the booth next to the one she was in the night she got caught. I was riding the guy's lap that paid for my time. When I heard the owner come in and start yelling at her, I could hear her saying over and over, yeah, I did it. So what? She had been riding more than the guy's lap in the VIP room. I think he only got mad because she was new and was taking all the guys from the other girls. That was a crazy lifestyle. Ecstasy, weed, coke, and alcohol was rampant. We had some crazy parties. One time we rented out a hotel room with about five strippers and a couple of guys. One was the boyfriend of one of the girls. There was a whirlpool tub in the bathroom. We poured a bottle of bubble bath in, filling the bathroom with bubbles. We stripped down naked and everyone got in. In a similar party, there was just girls from the club and the owner. I'm glad this was before social media and everyone having a camera right on your cell phone. If you were there that night, you would have seen me in the shower rolling on E, naked, showering with another girl from the club. The water fell amazing on our skin. Our slick bodies rubbed up against each other. We ran our hands up and down our bodies and kissed while we enjoyed all the sensations our bodies were feeling. My boyfriend didn't do drugs or go out partying with me. I would stay out all weekend partying sometimes. I'd come back on Monday, drain, and need of vitamins. The lifestyle started taking its toll on our relationship and my happiness. This wasn't how I imagined my life when I was growing up.

Rock Bottom, Rescue, And College Acceptance

Nicole 18:58

A turning point came when he was offered a position up north in a small town about thirty minutes from the Canadian border. There wasn't much in that town except for two universities. Scott took the job, and I moved in with one of the girls and the DJ from the club. The place was located in one of the worst areas of town. There were gangs, hookers, and drug dealers on every corner. The apartment itself was disgusting and dirty. I tried cleaning up as much as I could, but this was from years of living like that. It only took a couple weeks for things to go bad there. I had been partying in a hotel room with a girl I lived with and another girl. The other girl had actually been crowned Miss New York the year before. She had great fake breasts that actually felt real. The girl I worked at the club with passed out. The other girl wanted to keep partying. She had decided she wanted to drive to another city that night to meet up with some other people after we ran out of drugs. I was out of it. I just went along. I didn't even think anything of leaving the girl I lived with asleep in the room. I figured she'd wake up and go home. When I made it back to the apartment later the next day, she was there and she was pissed. She jumped over the dirty sofa and attacked me. The DJ whose apartment it was intervened but told me I had to go because she was there first. I had heard she was having sex with him from some of the other girls at the club. But I didn't know for sure. I ended up calling up one of the girls from the club that lived right next door to it. Everyone knew what she did. She was pretty homely, but she got a lot of VIP dances from guys. That's because she would leave and have them meet her at her place where they would pay for sex. She was a hoarder and had paths of clothes you had to walk through. It was amazing what guys would overlook to get some. But she was a really nice person and let me stay that night. I called my boyfriend Scott, who drove three hours down the next day to pick me up and take me up north with him. This was where my life took a drastic and well-needed change. With his help, I applied to the state university that was in that small town and applied for financial aid. I got accepted into the psychology program and approved for financial aid. That's where one of the best chapters in my life started. Well, thank you. And come back to hear what happens in chapter three.