By Candy Kross

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© 2014 by Candy Kross

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ISBN: 978-1499330861

Chapter 1. My Confession

I was a teenager the first time I discovered masturbation. It was by accident, of course. I was in bed one night and I had this teddy bear with a big nose on it. Somehow my teddy bear was lying by my crotch area and I had rolled over right on its nose so that it was rubbing my clit through my white cotton panties.

I woke up and continued to rub against the nose because it felt good. I eventually gave myself an orgasm and I loved the way it felt! I found myself doing this every day for several weeks, at least three or four times a day. When I would wake, when I would get home from school, in the bathtub and when I would be in bed getting ready to go to sleep.

In the bathtub, I had a shower nozzle on a hose and I could put it on pulsate and place it right on my clit and give myself an orgasm. Bath time soon became my favorite part of the day for me.

One day, I saw my dad using his muscle massager. He worked outside a lot and his muscles would become stiff. It was one of those Magic Wand muscle massagers. So, I had a thought about it. On another day, when my parents were at work and my brother was at soccer practice and I had a couple of hours to myself before anyone would come home.

I went into my dad’s drawer and pulled out the massager and went back into my room on my bed. I stripped down naked and turned the massager on low and began to rub my clit with it. Oh my god! Within minutes I was shaking and trembling and having the most intense orgasm I had ever had and dreamed of. It was so intense that I gave myself several more. When I was done, I cleaned the head of the massager and put it back into my dad’s drawer that I gotten it out of.

Whenever I knew I was going to be alone for several hours, I would use the massager on my clit and bring myself to multiple orgasms.

Several months later, my mom had bought some hot dogs and I thought what it would feel like to put a hot dog inside my pussy and use the massager at the same time. So, everyone was gone one day and I used the massager on my clit and the hot dog inside my pussy and it had felt so amazing! I loved the way masturbating made me feel, but I was afraid to tell anyone about it for fear what they would think of me. I was, after all, brought up in a strict Catholic household and I went to Catholic school.

Once I had discovered masturbation, sex was always on my mind. I would read Judy Blume books, especially “Are You There God, It’s me Margaret”, which was a story about a girl my age and like myself, had discovered masturbation. So, I didn’t think I was a freak anymore and that other’s shared the same thing as I did. But, the question was, “Who?”

When I was a senior in high school and had to read long books, I would read a chapter, then masturbate, read a chapter, then masturbate. I was using it like a reward system and it worked marvelously! Orgasms were soon becoming something that I craved and needed on a daily basis. There were many times at school, in the middle of class, where I was feeling stress and I excused myself to go to the restroom. I would go into a stall and play with my clit with my finger and rub myself to an orgasm. Then I would go back to class feeling relieved.

Orgasms were a pleasure, a reward and a stress relief mechanism. Any excuse, reason or situation I could think of, were good enough for me to masturbate. My hormones had become a freight train speeding ahead and I had to try and keep up with them.

Of course the thrill of masturbation was soon becoming dull and not as exciting as before. I wanted something more. Craved something more. I wasn’t quit sure what it was, but I knew I needed something more than just masturbation by itself.

One night, while my parents were out and my brother had gone to my cousins, I found my dad’s porn tapes and started watching them. I found what I had been missing! I was mesmerized at what I was watching and I couldn’t get myself away from the videos. I ran to my dad’s room, got out the massager, went to the closet and grabbed the extension cord. I was so aroused that I couldn’t control myself!

As I began to rub my clit with the massager, I was so consumed with pleasure that it had taken control over me. I masturbated for hours while watching one porn video after another. That night and the next day and for weeks to come, all I could think about was the men and women I saw fucking each other on those video tapes. I found that I couldn’t focus on my schoolwork and even in church on Sundays I was thinking about sex!

So, I eventually lost my virginity when I was eighteen years old, like a lot of girls did in my high school back in the 1990’s. The first actual person I ever had sex with was my boyfriend in high school. He was a football player and we had been together for three months. His mother was away for the night at her boyfriend’s house and I had told my parents I was staying over my best friend’s house. The set-up was perfect.

After I had sex for the first time, I believe I was addicted. if that is even possible for a eightteen year old girl to become a sex addict. My relationship lasted for a year and then we broke up. Well, I broke up with him. I wanted sex more than he did, which is hard to believe from an eighteen year old male. It’s what they live for and when an eighteen year old girl has a sexual libido higher than that of a teenage boy, then there must be something wrong, right?

After I had broken up with my boyfriend, I started to fuck anyone who wanted to fuck me. Any man would do, I wasn’t discerning. Before I had graduated high school, I had numerous one night stands and fuck buddies. On prom night I had fucked two guys; my date and his friend. We had double dated and his friend’s date wouldn’t put out. The limo dropped her off at her house and then my boyfriend off at his house at the end of the night and his friend and I were left alone together. I ended up at his friend’s house and stayed the night fucking him all night long.

When I had graduated from high school, I had fucked at least twenty men that I could remember. Yes, remember. Sometimes, I didn’t even get their names because I knew I was never going to see them again.

I remember a week after graduation, a friend of mine and I were driving in her convertible and we saw two guys sitting on the corner. I thought one of them was cute, so I told my friend to stop. She did, I threw my phone number to him on a piece of paper. I saw him pick it up as we drove away.

That night, my dad told me that I had a call. It was the guy that I had given my number to. Turned out that he was twenty-six years old and he was in the Navy. He had been waiting for a friend to pick him up. We had made plans that night for him to come get me and my best friend, since he was bringing his friend.

We ended up going to the beach and fucking on a blanket in the sand. My best friend wasn’t attracted to his friend at all, so she just went for a walk on the beach alone while his friend stayed in the car listening to music. He and I fucked for a couple of hours then he took me home. I never saw him again and I still to this day can’t remember his name.

When I was in college, I was a psych major. I wanted to become a therapist. I never thought of myself as a sex addict. In college, I fucked a lot of the students and a handful of professors. I was out of control. My awakening came when I had answered a personals ad in the paper (this was before internet dating was even an option). I decided to meet him at his house and then we were going to go to dinner. When I went into his house, he had music playing and candles lit. I thought that it was romantic and nice. We sat on the sofa and had a glass of wine. He then began unzipping his pants and pulled out his cock and said, “Suck my cock bitch.” At first I thought he was joking, but he wasn’t.

I got down on my knees and he grabbed the back of my head and proceeded to throat fuck me. I remember gagging and choking and remembering that no one had ever been that forceful with me, I was the one who was always in charge and I didn’t like how this was going. Don’t get me wrong, I love sucking cock, but I was always into the sex more for my pleasure.

After sucking his cock and him cumming in my mouth, he told me to leave and that he was done with me. I asked him, “What about me?”

I remember the look in his eyes when he said, “What about you? I got what I needed now get the fuck out!”

I grabbed my purse and stormed out of his house. I was pissed because I hadn’t been satisfied sexually at all. I went to the nearest bar and had a few drinks to calm myself down. When I had calmed down, I realized that I had reached a low in my life. Most women would have been pissed off at the fact that they were expecting a romantic evening and ended up having to suck a cock instead. I was pissed off not because we didn’t have a romantic evening, but because I hadn’t been sexually satisfied and I was still horny. If he had fucked me or even eaten my pussy, I wouldn’t have cared one way or another that he made me suck his cock. It was then I realized that I was addicted to sex.

Since I was still in college, I had access to a variety of information for addicts. I did my research and found that I was dead on balls accurate in my assessment of myself. I bought some books and read more.

Any addiction that puts you in harms way is bad. Even sexual addiction. Being a sex addict puts things and people in jeopardy that you may not realize is possible. Family relationships, friendships, marriages, job performance; all those things can suffer with an addiction. Even more so with sex addiction.

In drug or alcohol addiction the person might be doing it alone. With sex addiction, others are drawn in physically and emotionally to accommodate the sex addict because you need another person to have sex with. A sex addict might be a sociopath because they can turn off their emotions and become a sex robot and not really care about having any kind of emotional relationship with someone, but to just use them for sex.

I knew that when I was having sex with strangers that I would shut my emotions off completely. All I wanted, all I needed was the pleasure that comes from sex. My goal was an orgasm. Never mind the love or feelings that most people crave, that wasn't what I wanted. It was just pure sex.

Sex is meant to enhance the quality of life. Well, for most people. With sexual addiction, some addicts can experience psychological distress, harm themselves physically, ruin meaningful relationships and even lose their livelihood.

It's harder for a sex addict to not be bombarded with temptation everywhere. For example, drug addicts and alcoholics can avoid their addictions by not buying their vices and staying away from places that offer them their addictions.

When it comes to a sex addict, we see sex everywhere. Television, movies, magazines, the internet, video stores, billboards, people walking around us in sexy outfits, etc... We can't escape it, unless, we lock ourselves in a room with nothing in it but a chair and table. Sex is the number one selling industry in the world and to become addicted to it, can drive anyone insane.

A lot of sex addicts will go out looking for partners or in some cases, victims of their sexual appetite. Bars, parks, dance clubs, places of employment and even more so now on the internet dating sites. Those sites have become a haven for sex addicts.

I have joined several of them and most of the men on there want a one night stand, it really depends on what site you visit. With today's technology, a sex addict can have a person in their bed within an hour, which can be quicker than obtaining drugs.

Below I have listed some patterns of sexual addiction and examples.

Anonymous Sex:

These are usually one night stands or with strangers. Names are never exchanged and it is just pure sex.

Exhibitionist Sex:

When someone exposes themselves in a public place either in a nude state or wearing very revealing clothes.

Fantasy Sex:

When fantasy overcomes reality and the addict’s reality is taken to the back burner. A constant fantasy of having sex.

Intrusive Sex:

When an addict touches someone without their permission for sexual gratification or uses another person for sexual exploitation such as rape.

Object Sex:

This can be when the addict uses different objects for masturbation, or to add to their sexual pleasure they can cross-dress or adding fetishes for sexual enhancement.

Paying for Sex:

When an addict pays for prostitutes or is constantly paying for phone sex on a daily basis for sexual satisfaction.

So, you think you might be a sex addict? Well, hare are some questions to answer. If you answer to at least thirteen questions, it is strongly suggested that you are have a sex addiction and can join the many people who share your addiction, such as myself.

1. Was there any sexual abuse done to you as an adolescent or child?

2. Are you a regular subscriber to many sexually explicit magazines?

3. Have your parents ever had trouble with sexual behavior themselves?

4. Have you been lost in sexual thoughts on a regular basis where it conflicts with your regularly schedule activities such as work, school, driving etc…?

5. Do you think that your sexual behavior isn’t normal compared to others?

6. If you are in a relationship with someone, do they complain or worry about your behavior sexually?

7. When it’s at inappropriate times, do you have issues in resisting your sexual behavior?

8. Does your sexual behavior make you feel bad?

9. Have problems ever been created for you or your family by your sexual behavior?

10. For your sexual behavior, has help ever been sought out that you didn’t particularly like?

11. Do you constantly worry about anyone finding our about your sexual behavior and activities?

12. Have you ever hurt anyone emotionally due to your sexual behavior?

13. Are any of your sexual activities illegal?

14. Because of your sexual behavior have you ever made promises to yourself to stop and broke them?

15. Have you tried stopping your sexual behavior and have failed?

16. Do you ever hide from others, certain aspects of your sexual behavior?

17. Have you ever tried to stop some aspects of your sexual activities?

18. Does your sexual behavior make you feel degraded?

19. Do you use sex to escape your problems?

20. After sex, do you feel depressed?

21. Have you ever felt like you needed to stop a certain type of sexual activity?

22. Has your family life ever been interrupted by your sexual behavior?

23. Have you ever had sex with anyone related to you?

24. Do you feel like your sexual desires control you?

25. Have you ever felt that your sexual drive and behavior are stronger than you and controlling you?

Well, now that we got my story and the information out of the way and you may or may not have a better idea of what a sex addict is, I am sure you want to hear the stories of the female sex addicts that I have come across, since that happens to be my specialty. Of course the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Chapter 2. Tracy’s Double Sin

Tracy was a young girl in her twenties. She had long legs, nice breasts; not too small, not too big, long brown hair and blue eyes. She was very attractive. I had several sessions with her before and I thought she was making progress. When we sat down for our session that day, she was out of breath as she began talking…

“I have been sex-free, as you know for two weeks now. But, last night, I don’t know, I was craving sex. Anonymous sex. I lost control of myself and had to have it.” She said with a shameful look on her face. Then she looked at me with her pleading eyes, “Am I a bad person?” She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“No, Tracy, you are not a bad person. Did you give in to your craving?”

“I did.” She said and hung her head down.

“Why don’t you tell me about what happened then?” I asked her in the caring way I always treated my patients. I knew what she was going through, because I had gone through it as well.

“Well, as I said, I was in the mood for some anonymous sex….” She began her story.

I went online and began surfing the many dating sites I had joined before, looking for someone to fuck. I needed a big cock in my pussy and I needed it bad. When I didn’t find anyone near me that fit what I wanted, I looked on my local Craig’s list. I found some guys ready and willing to fuck me. Two weeks without sex was driving me insane! I found an ad that read, “Double your pleasure, double your fun, two for the price of one! Ready for any willing sexy woman to join us!”

I thought to myself, “That is exactly what I need! Two cocks!” There was a phone number and I dialed it. A man answered and he sounded really hot with a deep voice. I used my sexiest voice I could and asked him when was the soonest we could meet.

He told me, “Meet us at the Marmount Motel on Mason St. and knock on room 214.” I quickly showered and put on my sexiest dress. It was red, tight and pushed up my breasts.

The Marmount Motel was a run-down shabby place. But, I didn’t care, I was horny and all I could think about was having sex with two cocks. I arrived at the motel and parked my car. I looked at the map in the lobby and found Room 214. I had to go back out of the lobby and walk towards the end of the building and I found Room 214.

I knocked on the door and two very good looking men in their 30’s answered the door. “Yes may we help you?” They both asked at the same time.

“Hi, I just called you about an hour ago and was told to meet you two here. I’m at the right place, aren’t I?” I asked them.

The two guys looked at each other then at me then let me in. “Oh thank goodness!” One of them said.

“What’s wrong?’ I asked while laughing.

“We had a girl come here earlier and she was skanky, so we told her that she had the wrong place. We are so glad you are hot.” He said smiling.

“So, tell me guys, what am I in for tonight?” I asked. I was ready to get started.

“You seem very horny.” The other man said to me.

“Well of course I am.” I said. “How do you want to get started?” I was ready to go, I didn’t want any small talk or chit chat. My pussy was wet.

“Just leave everything up to us,” One of the guys said and began to massage my breasts.

“Mmmmm… that feels so good.” And it did. I loved having his large hand over my breasts. The other guy came up behind me and unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor. I didn’t bother to put on panties or a bra. I meant business.

The guy behind me slid his fingers up my pussy and began to finger fuck me. It felt so good. I found myself telling them that I wanted a cock in my pussy. The one fondling my breasts asked me if I wanted two cocks inside of me instead one. “Yes, of course.” I replied. I had never had two cocks stuffed inside of me before at the same time.

“Well, it looks like you are already ready and wet to go.” The one with his fingers inside me said. They both walked me over to the bed. I stepped out of my dress. They bent me over the side of the bed and I felt two cock heads battling to enter my pussy. Oh god I was in heaven! They were stretching my pussy out and it felt good. They both got their heads inside and began pumping my pussy at the same time. Each one reached around and was playing with a nipple; pinching and twisting it.

I told the two guys to fuck me really good and hard and they did. They double fucked my pussy; harder, faster, in an out, and deep. They both had a good rhythm going and it felt so amazing! Each time one of the guys thrust deep into my pussy, the other guy would pull out a little and then thrust his cock even deeper into my pussy then he had before. One of the guys said he wanted to cum inside me and the other said he was ready to cum too.

At that point we had been fucking for a while and I felt an orgasm coming up on me also. I reached down and played with my clit and while I brought myself to an orgasm, the two guys came inside me. I had never had two guys squirt their cum inside me at the same time before. My pussy was overflowing with jism and it felt so good!

When everyone had cum, I put my dress back on and walked out the door and to my car, my pussy dripping with cum. As I drove home, I kept dipping my finger into my pussy and tasting their semen on my finger. I was finally satisfied for the night.

Chapter 3. Maggie’s Dirty Secret

Maggie was an older lady in her fifties who normally looked well kept and in her thirties still, but that afternoon, she looked like she was in her sixties. Her eyes were puffy with dark circles under them. This was her second session with me.

“Hello Maggie, you look like you haven’t slept a wink. Is everything ok?” I asked very concerned.

“Oh dear, you can tell, can’t you?” She said very shameful and looking down at the floor.

“Why don’t you talk about what is on your mind.” I asked her.

“Well, I was up all night and into the early morning. I’m not proud of what I have done.” Maggie began telling me her story…

At abut 10:00 p.m. I was starting to feel horny and I was watching t.v. I had been watching a romantic comedy and when it was over I started flipping through the channels and nothing was on. I turned the t.v. off and went upstairs. My son and his college friend are living with me while they go to school. His friend has his own separate bedroom.

My son, Adam, was out for the night with his girlfriend and Tom was up in his room studying, or so I thought. When I walked pass his room there was a glowing light on. He was on his computer. When I peaked in, I noticed he was watching porn. I had downed a bottle of wine that night and was feeling some liquid courage, so I knocked on his door. He had been stroking himself off and I startled him. “Hi Tom, what are you watching there?” I asked him.

“Oh… ummm…” He said and his face was slightly red. “I thought you were asleep Mrs. Robbins.” I went by Robbins still, even though my husband was deceased.

Now, as you already know, I love sex. I also love watching porn. I used to spend all night watching porn videos and masturbating. I wasn’t embarrassed at all walking in on Tom and from the looks of it he wasn’t too embarrassed either. He didn’t make any effort to shut down his computer or close out of the porn video he had been watching. In fact, he kept on stroking his cock as I watched.

“Please call me Maggie.” I said as I walked over to him. I was wearing a see through black nightie with no bra. I spun him around in his chair and saw that he was completely naked with his cock in his hand. I had never seen his cock, only imagined how big it was and what it looked like. It was big all right. I dropped down to my knees and took his cock from his hand and wrapped my lips around it.

“Mrs. .. I mean Maggie… What are you doing?” He said, not protesting at all, but encouraging me by stroking the back of my hair. I loved tasting his young cock in my mouth. It felt so good, like that’s where it belonged.

I then looked up and saw that Tom had been watching a video about a twenty something year old guy having sex with an older mature woman around my age. This aroused me to no end. I could feel myself getting wet.

The twenty something year old guy was fucking the mature woman in a doggie position. She was loving it and I soon imagined myself and Tom in that position. As he fucked her harder and harder, he ended up pulling out his cock and ejaculating all over her back. As he came, so did Tom. Inside my mouth.

Like a good girl, I took every last drop and I think this really turned Tom on even more. After he came, he stood up, pulled me up by my waist and grabbing my shoulders and pulled me over to his bed and threw me down on top of it. I loved his aggression.

He was on top of me in an instant and was kissing my neck and tearing off my nightgown. “Mmmm..” I said. He moaned a little too. Soon we were kissing each other on the lips passionately.

“You know how long I have been fantasizing about this Maggie?” Tom said as he was feeling all over my body with his hands. “I have been attracted to you since I first met you last year. You’re all I can think about. I know you have been wanting this too, I see how you look at me when I walk around in my boxers and no shirt. Go on, feel my chest and skin, I know you want to Maggie.”

He was right. I had been fantasizing about him too, but I had been afraid to do or say anything about it. Tom pulled off my nightgown and we were both naked intertwined with each other. He started sucking on my nipples and nibbling on them. Oh how that made me so much hornier than I already was!

I felt his hand slide down in between my legs and began o rub my clit; it was swollen and pulsating. “Wow, someone is wet.” He teased me as he slid another finger inside my pussy while he continued to rub my clit. I let out a moan. I wanted him to fuck me.

I felt his cock beginning to get hard again. That was the difference between young guys and older men, younger guys get harder quicker than the older ones. I had noticed that in the porn movies I watched a lot.

Without warning Tom took me and flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my ass up in the air. We were in the doggie position just like in the porn he had been watching when I had entered the room moments earlier. I felt his now rock hard cock at the opening of my pussy and then he pushed it in. I let out a loud moan because it had felt so good to have a large cock inside my pussy and I had been so horny that night. I pushed back so that his cock slid inside of me nicely, stretching my pussy a little. Tom began pumping my pussy and fucking me good.

“Fuck me Tom!” I yelled out. “Stick it deep inside me. Yes, baby that’s it!”

Tom fucked me so hard that my titties were bouncing everywhere and all you could hear in the room was skin slapping against skin and his cock pumping my pussy. I felt an orgasm coming on and I was breathing very heavily. “Ahhhh… ahhhh… ahhhh…!” I yelled out as waves of ecstasy came over me as I came and my pussy began to gush its juices.

Tom hadn’t cum again, so I yelled out to him, “Let me get on top! I want to ride your cock Tom!” Tom slammed into me a few more times before he pulled out and got on his back. I maneuvered to straddle his muscular body and reached down to grab his hard cock. I lifted myself up and I positioned his cock to my pussy and eased myself down onto his rock hard cock. As I began to rotate my hips, Tom’s cock remained deep inside of my soaking wet pussy.

I leaned forward and he took my nipples in his hands and began to pinch and twist them while I rode him up and down. My earlier orgasm did not hinder me in the least. I rode Tom with vigor and thrust myself upon him over and over again. I was lustfully building momentum towards another orgasm.

The young cock inside of me didn’t cause the lust I was feeling at that moment. To be honest, any cock would have done. I was horny, I had an itch and it needed to be scratched and Tom, my son’s college friend and our room mate, just happened to be there willing and wanting me to fuck him.

So, naturally, considering how horny I was, I was not going to deny him anything no matter what the consequences were.

After fucking him for a while and cumming again, Tom gestured for me to straddle his face. I scooted up and had my pussy directly over his mouth. He grabbed into my hips and slid his tongue out and began to lick my pussy.

“You like eating my pussy?” I asked. “Oh yes that’s it baby!”

Soon my body began to tremor from the pleasure and I felt another orgasm coming on. My moans soon filled the room as I started to cum again. This time all over Tom’s face. He just kept licking and sucking, licking and sucking and then I exploded entirely. “Ahhhhhh!” I yelled out. “Right there, Tom! Yes! Just like that!”

As my orgasm ebbed I pulled myself off of Tom’s head. We took a couple of breaths and then he said to me, “Get back in the doggie position, I want to fuck your ass now.”

After catching my breath, I did what Tom told me to do. He spread my ass cheeks to get his cock inside of me and then took some of my juices from my soaking wet pussy and rubbed the head of his cock with my juices to lube it up.

I felt a little pain as Tom’s cock entered my ass. He was slow and gentle as he thrust into my ass. After the pain stopped, it began to feel really good as he fucked me. After awhile his thrusts became faster, harder and deeper. Soon, he was pounding my ass really hard and I was letting out moans and grunts of pleasure.

“Cum inside of me Tom! Cum inside of my ass!” I found myself yelling out in the throes of him ass fucking me.

“You want me to cum inside of you?” Tom asked.

“Yes Tom, I can't wait for you to cum inside of me!” I replied back reassuring him.

“I’m going to cum!” Tom yelled out as if warning me. “You ready for it?” He queried in a labored voice.

“Give it to me, Tom!” I encouraged him. “Give me your cum!”

“Here it comes! Ahhhhhh!” Tom came inside of my ass. Tom's cock jerked hard as it exploded inside of my ass.

As the orgasmed, Tom continued to push into my ass. His youth and the lust in the knowledge of where he had shot his cum finally took him in orgasm and kept his cock firm.

“Did you like that?” Tom asked me.

“Yes! I loved it and I felt your cock and your hot cum fill my ass really good!” I replied breathlessly.

Tom then pulled his cock out of my ass.

We both rolled over onto our backs and were trying to catch our breaths. Tom cradled me and held me in his arms gently kissing my neck.

After awhile, we fucked again and again. My son was staying at his girlfriend’s house all night, so Tom and I took advantage of the situation and being home alone together.

“We fucked until he had to go to class mid-morning. Since then, I haven’t slept.” Maggie finished her story.

“So, let me get this straight, you are now having an affair with your son’s college friend who happens to live with you?” I asked Maggie.

“Well, I don’t know about an affair, but it certainly was one hell of a night.” Maggie said with exhaustion.

“You do realize that this is a terrible failure on your road to recovery, don’t you?” I asked her.

“Yes, I do realize it and even though I am sorry, I am not. I have always wanted to be with a younger man and I have always fantasized about my son’s friend. I am glad I did it, even though it was a detriment to my recovery.” Maggie said with a shameful expression on her face.

“Well, do you think it’s going to be hard having him living in your house now after what has just happened between you two?” I asked.

“I don’t know. But, I do know that I need to get home and get some sleep. I can’t party and stay up all night like I used to.” Maggie said.

“Well, our time is up. Same next week.” I looked at my clock and wrote her into my schedule book. “And Maggie, try to control your sexual urges. We will never get anywhere if you don’t.” I added.

“Okay, I will try.” Maggie said as she got up and walked out the door. “See you next week.”

I sighed. After hearing her story, I was very horny. “Lucky bitch.” I said to myself.