Straight Female / 42
I'm A Sex Addict
I grew up in the poor part of the city. An only child of a religious woman meant my social life was church. In my teen years I worked afternoons at Walgreens. I started getting feelings, wetness, tenderness of my clit and nipples. To relieve myself I masturbated. Anything I could hold in my hand went into my vagina.
I graduated from high school and went to work as a trainee clerk at the city electric utility company. I had an aptitude for paperwork and became a secretary for the maintenance department. My mother died when I was 37, I masturbated all night. With her passing I promised myself I would find a man and have sex. That man was a married man from the planning department. He screwed me on my mother's bed three days after the funeral.
Once my virginity was no longer an issue I made up my mind to get sex from any man who was willing to screw me. After several months I'd had a dozen lovers. By the end of the year that number had doubled. Over New Years a work friend told me she had been screwing a black man for a year. She introduced me to her lover and he introduced me to a friend and I had black sex.
I never went back to black sex, and it was the end of my desires for sex at the drop of a hat. I met a woman who enticed me into bed with her. Again I never did that again. I live in my mother's house, I'm careful not to bring lovers here, I insist on going to their house. Or a hotel. I'm much more selective now, only married men with children. I don't want them getting ideas. Married men like a different woman. I want to be their woman of desire, but not the woman who they want as a wife.
I'm 42 now, how much longer I can be desirable, but until I'm not I'll find men to screw me. If not men, masturbation.
I graduated from high school and went to work as a trainee clerk at the city electric utility company. I had an aptitude for paperwork and became a secretary for the maintenance department. My mother died when I was 37, I masturbated all night. With her passing I promised myself I would find a man and have sex. That man was a married man from the planning department. He screwed me on my mother's bed three days after the funeral.
Once my virginity was no longer an issue I made up my mind to get sex from any man who was willing to screw me. After several months I'd had a dozen lovers. By the end of the year that number had doubled. Over New Years a work friend told me she had been screwing a black man for a year. She introduced me to her lover and he introduced me to a friend and I had black sex.
I never went back to black sex, and it was the end of my desires for sex at the drop of a hat. I met a woman who enticed me into bed with her. Again I never did that again. I live in my mother's house, I'm careful not to bring lovers here, I insist on going to their house. Or a hotel. I'm much more selective now, only married men with children. I don't want them getting ideas. Married men like a different woman. I want to be their woman of desire, but not the woman who they want as a wife.
I'm 42 now, how much longer I can be desirable, but until I'm not I'll find men to screw me. If not men, masturbation.
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