Sex Addiction.

In the past week I have had three men ask me if I think I might be addicted to sex.  It has given me reason to ponder this a little more deeply.  The short answer is no.  I am not a sex addict.  Not, at all.  If I were not being paid to fuck I would not be fucking.  Well, OK – if I met someone I thought might be worthy – maybe.  But mostly I would fuck myself.

I think what they are getting confused about is my level of arousal.  You have to remember I swim in a sea of lust a lot of the time.  I am surrounded by cock.  I am intimate with men in a way that arouses me.  When I say I don’t fake anything – I actually mean it.  I do get turned on all the time.  I get paid to orgasm.  I mean, who wouldn’t want that?

Once I am aroused I can orgasm at will.  I have lovers who fill me up with their lust and it can be so wild that it makes me blush for a long time afterward.  I have been known to say goodbye to a man and go back to the bed and just masturbate until my heart is content.  It isn’t that I am an addict, it is that I am a fucking woman.  I can orgasm all the live long day if I so desire.

When I suck cock I do so with wild abandon.  I like to think it is the mouth equivalent of what my body does when I am fucking him.  I want to feel it sliding down my throat.  I want my throat fucked.  Does that make me a sex addict?

I enjoy sex.  I like to think that becomes obvious when you enter my world.  I am not the victim of anything.  I am a sexual being having a human experience.