Just fuck me
Every sex addict has a unique story. My sex story started in puberty. I was 12. The first time I noticed the good feeling was riding a bike. By 13 my parents recognized how hot my libido was and agreed with the doctor that birth control might help. The pill didn't help as intended nor did it make matters worse. I had my first intercourse a few months after starting the pill. I told my mother. She got me an assortment of condoms and we talked about disease. By 16 I had my first threesome. By 18 the train was completely off the rails. I never felt the need to hide my sexual appetite any more than one would for a chocolate or fast food craving. Most addicts are working out some sort of emotional something. Mine is entirely driven by my biology, and doctors cannot really understand why. The risk taking can be dangerous. The disease threats are real. All sex and no work leaves a person homeless. The key for me has been creating a medical support team that doesn'