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.
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