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Since my sense of worth has been punctured and my urges have been uncontrollable, I switched guys. I became a lady you shouldn't play with because looking innocent, playing with your emotions, satisfying my urge, and breaking up became my hobby. I am irresistible, sexy, and dangerous. That made me happy. I control myself and any man around me. It was revenge, so I thought, but I enjoyed every single thing I was doing, and I was so blessed with Taylor Swift. Her heartbreak songs always inspire me to do more. I became strong-hearted, went for who I wanted, and then dropped them when I'm done. I was never into a nightstand. I have a proper relationship and move on when I'm done. At least, it's decent.  2 things make me dump a guy: his ambition not being as strong as mine and unsatisfied urge. They became determinants of how long the relationship would last, but it still ended after all. I got tired of playing with people's emotions, so I took a break. I don't have ...

Since I'm now an object of satisfaction, I healed by accepting that I was an object of satisfaction. The pregnancy trauma was greater, and my urge intensified. Now I'm back to my first frustration. I couldn't control my urge. I wanted it forcefully and hard. I lock my legs up a lot because I'm excessively horny. I touch myself a lot, but I am not satisfied. I inserted objects, but they were still the same. At 20, I got admitted to the university, and I moved to school. I had no self-confidence, so I really talked. Being beautiful and quiet attracted more guys, and I was always avoiding them because of my past experiences. My urge continued, and being in the hostel didn't help. Seeing different naked bodies made it worse because it made me think of porn. I kept growing wild in my mind till my body couldn't contain it, so I was up for the next attractive guy that showed up. There was no point in hiding; I want to loosen it all up and still keep my cool face.