Straight Female / 38
Confessions of a sex addict.
I grew up in a medium size town. My father was the local lawyer and had been on city council, school board, etc. He was a whole lot older than my mother and I was an only child. I was spoiled by him. I was a good student and my mother was very religious so my teen years revolved around church and school and I was always praised for being obedient. What all this meant was that I did not date one time during my whole high school years. I was a church girl.
I went away to college and as a freshman I discovered masturbation. I would lay in bed with my back to my roommate and play with myself until I fell asleep. One day I was alone in the room and my roommate had a small broom, and I used it to masturbate. I used her broom a lot when I was alone. I was obsessed.
In my second semester I talked to this guy who sat beside me in chemistry class. He was a senior and had to get a science credit. I offered to help him and one afternoon I was at his apartment and he offered me his dick. He took his dick out of his pants and put it up close to my face and said he wanted me to suck him off. That afternoon I lost my virginity, I not only sucked him but he fucked me too. He liked fucking me and I would go over to his apartment and wait for him. I loved vaginal fucking and I learned to get mouth fucked. One night when I spent the night while we were fucking, I got off and sat on his face for a while, and when I got off he got on me from behind and decided to fuck my ass. Letting him was what turned me on, I wanted him to fuck me so bad right then that I had an orgasm and almost wasn't able to stay put for him to finish.
When the semester ended he graduated and left and I went back home for the summer. I pretended to be the same person I was when I left for college. I masturbated a whole lot to get through the summer. I went back to college as soon as I could. I moved into an apartment with four girls, we each had our room so I could masturbate. I had bought a small dust mop with a handle which I lubricated and used it for both anal and vaginal insertion. One day I didn't take care and I got terrible vaginal infection and had to go on antibiotics. My lesson was to use separate anal and vaginal toys.
All through college I dated guys and I was always easy and available, either at their place or I brought them to my apartment. I had acquired a reputation for having fun and having sex. I stayed in school for the summer rather than spending the summer at home.
In my senior year my dad died and I took off or a trip to Thailand with this other senior girl and we fucked every guy we could.
I didn't settle down until I was in my thirties. I didn't masturbate any more and only occasionally went out with a guy, and only rarely did I have sex. My mistake was having an affair with a married guy at work. He was like my first boyfriend, he wanted sex, and we either went to my apartment at noon or he would come over after work before he went home. He just wanted sex. I just wasn't into it anymore. I wanted more. But he wanted sex and so we had sex and he took all of his frustrations with his wife out on me. Things went from normal to abnormal, until we had anal sex which I really enjoyed. I looked forward to him, we started with oral sex, and then vaginal sex and we finished with anal sex. I was back to my first year in college.
When he told me we had to stop because his wife was figuring out what was going on I felt empty, I couldn't satisfy myself and I had stranger sex with several men. At least I wasn't a drunk.
I didn't get better until a friend of mine suggested that I see a therapist because I had s sex problem. She says my problem goes back to my father, and being spoiled and my mother's church obsessions. In any event, I am in therapy and I get by. I have been clean for six months, no sex. But I want sex, in particular I want sex with my coworker, my therapist says I need closure.
One thing I have to admit and readmit to my therapist is that I am a sex addict. I am a sex addict. I know that. But knowing it does not make it easier. I miss sex with my coworker.
I grew up in a medium size town. My father was the local lawyer and had been on city council, school board, etc. He was a whole lot older than my mother and I was an only child. I was spoiled by him. I was a good student and my mother was very religious so my teen years revolved around church and school and I was always praised for being obedient. What all this meant was that I did not date one time during my whole high school years. I was a church girl.
I went away to college and as a freshman I discovered masturbation. I would lay in bed with my back to my roommate and play with myself until I fell asleep. One day I was alone in the room and my roommate had a small broom, and I used it to masturbate. I used her broom a lot when I was alone. I was obsessed.
In my second semester I talked to this guy who sat beside me in chemistry class. He was a senior and had to get a science credit. I offered to help him and one afternoon I was at his apartment and he offered me his dick. He took his dick out of his pants and put it up close to my face and said he wanted me to suck him off. That afternoon I lost my virginity, I not only sucked him but he fucked me too. He liked fucking me and I would go over to his apartment and wait for him. I loved vaginal fucking and I learned to get mouth fucked. One night when I spent the night while we were fucking, I got off and sat on his face for a while, and when I got off he got on me from behind and decided to fuck my ass. Letting him was what turned me on, I wanted him to fuck me so bad right then that I had an orgasm and almost wasn't able to stay put for him to finish.
When the semester ended he graduated and left and I went back home for the summer. I pretended to be the same person I was when I left for college. I masturbated a whole lot to get through the summer. I went back to college as soon as I could. I moved into an apartment with four girls, we each had our room so I could masturbate. I had bought a small dust mop with a handle which I lubricated and used it for both anal and vaginal insertion. One day I didn't take care and I got terrible vaginal infection and had to go on antibiotics. My lesson was to use separate anal and vaginal toys.
All through college I dated guys and I was always easy and available, either at their place or I brought them to my apartment. I had acquired a reputation for having fun and having sex. I stayed in school for the summer rather than spending the summer at home.
In my senior year my dad died and I took off or a trip to Thailand with this other senior girl and we fucked every guy we could.
I didn't settle down until I was in my thirties. I didn't masturbate any more and only occasionally went out with a guy, and only rarely did I have sex. My mistake was having an affair with a married guy at work. He was like my first boyfriend, he wanted sex, and we either went to my apartment at noon or he would come over after work before he went home. He just wanted sex. I just wasn't into it anymore. I wanted more. But he wanted sex and so we had sex and he took all of his frustrations with his wife out on me. Things went from normal to abnormal, until we had anal sex which I really enjoyed. I looked forward to him, we started with oral sex, and then vaginal sex and we finished with anal sex. I was back to my first year in college.
When he told me we had to stop because his wife was figuring out what was going on I felt empty, I couldn't satisfy myself and I had stranger sex with several men. At least I wasn't a drunk.
I didn't get better until a friend of mine suggested that I see a therapist because I had s sex problem. She says my problem goes back to my father, and being spoiled and my mother's church obsessions. In any event, I am in therapy and I get by. I have been clean for six months, no sex. But I want sex, in particular I want sex with my coworker, my therapist says I need closure.
One thing I have to admit and readmit to my therapist is that I am a sex addict. I am a sex addict. I know that. But knowing it does not make it easier. I miss sex with my coworker.
