Bi-Sexual Female / 33
I Have A Sex Addiction, Controlled With Substitution
I am an only child of a University Professor and Science guy who works for Big Pharma. I had no boundaries, sex was natural, enjoy your body, here let me buy you a good vibrator. I didn't date, not because I don't like boys or girls, but because they were all so immature, IMHO.
Also, I didn't want to give up my vibrator.
I went into nursing, I wanted trauma or ICU, not the nurturing nursing at all. One day, it is always one day, I was trapped in a supply closet and a dick went up me like a knife through butter. I was let go with a warning, and hurt feelings.
After that day the vibrator just never did it. I went bit crazy and off work, away from the hospital, I went out to bars and places where nice girls don't go. How many? I don't know. Where? Anywhere, across pool tables, in the back of a Mercedes, in dark apartments, hotels, cheap motels (the places I went were down by the docks), white, Philippino, Bosnian, Russian, what ever came over on ships to the docks. Just make it hard, hit me it gets me wet, take a shot at my ass, shove it down my throat.
At work I was the competent ICU nurse, the one with the ideas, the intellectual, but not boyfriend or romantic interest. I turned 30 still single living in a one bedroom, my mother hinting but not demanding grandchildren, my father asking if everything was all right. Meantime, I went to the bars and got picked up and got my fix, it is an addiction.
It was when I was 30 that I went into treatment. Because of a woman I work for, one of those nurturing nurses, she saw me, she could tell I don't know how. She talked to me, and not nicely. A hefty 50 year old, with big breasts and a large caboose of an ass. Unknown to me she had a taste for younger women and she got involved and put me in my place. After a year of therapy and sleeping in her bosoms, I had quit the bars and the night time prowling.
I thought that I wasn't really one of those who sleep with women, hurt her deeply she had fallen hard for me, but I asked her to release me. She did on the condition that I straighten up and not go back to my whoring ways. I met a nice doctor of foreign upbringing for whom a nice looking white woman who pretended to be a virgin. would make a nice wife and get him his green card. Everything's for sale, and he overlooked my obvious history. I never got turned on, but I pretended and we got married and we got his green card. To get turned on I crawl in bed with my Mommy, sleep in her bosoms. She has her finger on my trigger and she takes me for long walks in heaven.
I'm a mess, I know that I'm not normal. I did give up strangers with fists and dirty dicks and now I open up my legs for my Mommy. My husband and I don't live together, but he deposits money in my account and checks in on me. He's maybe, I think, working on a nurse in pediatrics. I think, I don't check up on him. I hope he's happy with her. He deserves a good wife, one who wants babies.
Also, I didn't want to give up my vibrator.
I went into nursing, I wanted trauma or ICU, not the nurturing nursing at all. One day, it is always one day, I was trapped in a supply closet and a dick went up me like a knife through butter. I was let go with a warning, and hurt feelings.
After that day the vibrator just never did it. I went bit crazy and off work, away from the hospital, I went out to bars and places where nice girls don't go. How many? I don't know. Where? Anywhere, across pool tables, in the back of a Mercedes, in dark apartments, hotels, cheap motels (the places I went were down by the docks), white, Philippino, Bosnian, Russian, what ever came over on ships to the docks. Just make it hard, hit me it gets me wet, take a shot at my ass, shove it down my throat.
At work I was the competent ICU nurse, the one with the ideas, the intellectual, but not boyfriend or romantic interest. I turned 30 still single living in a one bedroom, my mother hinting but not demanding grandchildren, my father asking if everything was all right. Meantime, I went to the bars and got picked up and got my fix, it is an addiction.
It was when I was 30 that I went into treatment. Because of a woman I work for, one of those nurturing nurses, she saw me, she could tell I don't know how. She talked to me, and not nicely. A hefty 50 year old, with big breasts and a large caboose of an ass. Unknown to me she had a taste for younger women and she got involved and put me in my place. After a year of therapy and sleeping in her bosoms, I had quit the bars and the night time prowling.
I thought that I wasn't really one of those who sleep with women, hurt her deeply she had fallen hard for me, but I asked her to release me. She did on the condition that I straighten up and not go back to my whoring ways. I met a nice doctor of foreign upbringing for whom a nice looking white woman who pretended to be a virgin. would make a nice wife and get him his green card. Everything's for sale, and he overlooked my obvious history. I never got turned on, but I pretended and we got married and we got his green card. To get turned on I crawl in bed with my Mommy, sleep in her bosoms. She has her finger on my trigger and she takes me for long walks in heaven.
I'm a mess, I know that I'm not normal. I did give up strangers with fists and dirty dicks and now I open up my legs for my Mommy. My husband and I don't live together, but he deposits money in my account and checks in on me. He's maybe, I think, working on a nurse in pediatrics. I think, I don't check up on him. I hope he's happy with her. He deserves a good wife, one who wants babies.
