I began my day like no other; 6 o'clock morning workout and then planning on my afternoon session in between sets. Just when I got my afternoon workout session set in stone, I get an email notification that said that I had a therapy appointment at 4:00 today. Damn it, I totally forgot. I just thought therapy was totally ridiculous, I don't take it seriously. Main reason why I don't go. But this isn't marriage therapy, nor couples therapy, not even suicide therapy. This was sex therapy. You heard me right, sex therapy. I'm nymphomaniac and can't control myself when it comes to sexual activity. I assumed that I had gotten better but in certain situations, it honestly hasn't. I think about nothing but sex when I go to therapy. So, why should I go again? Instead of cancelling my afternoon workout session, I went early (2:00pm). Around 3:15pm, I went home, showered, put some comfortable clothes on and headed to my sex therapy session.
Once I got there, I had to sign in. Coming here is like dragging my ass to some place I don't take seriously. You'll see in a minute. After signing in, I sat in my normal chair, right in front of the therapist. The reason I feel uncomfortable sitting here is because looking at all the other nymphomaniacs, I get instantly turned on and can't control myself. Four members including the therapist; I know everyone's back story because I've been here for so long. Like Pedro Reed: he likes to be humiliated in front of a large crowd. He's cool because he's a sub. Sometimes, when I have to go to the restroom during therapy, I can feel him following me; I used the stalls for a reason. Once I lift up the toilet seat and pull my dick out, I'll wait to see when he'll pop his head over so I can go. Pedro loves to see me used the bathroom; there's no problem. Just putting on a show. Vanessa Cooper is one of the most freakiest person that I know. She don't let nothing get in her way because if you don't satisfy her, she'll find a way to satisfy herself. And nothing is off limits. Elizabeth Wales is a very unique individual. A kind-hearted gentle soul who can be loved just as much. I've had a couple of run-ins with her (if you read my previous writings). There's no telling how long that will last. Very good girl. Desiree Taylor just joined last week. We have a group chat to catch up on our progress but I only know a little bit about her. Safe to say that it's just the beginning getting to know Desiree a little bit longer. Finally, there's my sex therapist Lauren Nichols. She's graduated from University of Pennsylvania with a Master's degree in Psychology. Don't let the seriousness fool you. Lauren is flirtatious and sometimes a pain in the ass, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
In our circle right now, everyone is updating the mistakes that they had encountered in the last couple of days. I'm next to speak. Lauren asked me how have I been doing and what kind of updates can I share with the group. I thanked Lauren for being here today and that I totally forgot about the appointment. Never said anything about the train Carl and Matthew did to Carla or the fact that Elizabeth and I fucked in the same van by flipping over the mattress. All I did was lie; I didn't want to be there. Pulled down my shorts and started stroking my dick in front of everybody. Everybody was gasping, thinking to themselves if I had lost my motherfucking mind? No, not really. I love the attention I get when I get here; that's why I do it. I've gotten so hard, Pedro said that he wished to have a dick like mine. The females were touching themselves. If they weren't rubbing their thighs, they were touching their chests; playing with their cleavage or massaging their boobs. Lauren got up and yelled out that I had to stop. I was grinning as I continue to masturbate. Lauren started to get really pissed off at me. She got so pissed off she got up and try to approach me. I got up real fast to pull up my shorts. Whispering in my ear she told me to meet her afterwards, we're going to have a long talk. Don't you dare disrespect me again. I winked at her with a giggle as I took my seat. The audacity of my behavior was inappropriate and immature. Then, I told the truth about the train with Carla, Matthew, and Carl and when I fucked Elizabeth in the van. Desiree was asking Elizabeth how was the dick? Elizabeth described it as if I was still fucking her in the back of that van. I kindly excused myself heading to the restroom. Pedro wasn't following me because Lauren told him to sit down and interrupted Elizabeth to continue with the story.
While I was in the restroom, I checked my missed calls, missed text messages, my emails; checked social media apps. Talked to my cyber friends, even some of them wanted dick pictures from me. I'm not going to say no. After I got done, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and left the restroom. When I came out the group had left. The chairs were stacked up and Lauren was waiting there for me with her arms crossed. She let me have it; disrespecting her at a time like this when people need help because people have real sex addictions. I apologized to her saying it won't happen again and promise her that I'll be on my best behavior moving forward. Her phone kept on vibrating in her purse. As she's checking her phone, I'm about to leave. She said that her Uber drivers keep changing three times; this was the third straight week this happened. Again, I apologized to Lauren for being an asshole in return, I can give her a ride home. She took me up on that offer; cancelling her rides, she followed me to my car. Of course, I held the door for her like the gentleman that I am. Giggling on our way to the car, Lauren thought I was really being a total dick. Half of her answer was right and the other half was wrong. I explained to her, I wasn't acting like a dick, I just love the attention.
Once I got there, I had to sign in. Coming here is like dragging my ass to some place I don't take seriously. You'll see in a minute. After signing in, I sat in my normal chair, right in front of the therapist. The reason I feel uncomfortable sitting here is because looking at all the other nymphomaniacs, I get instantly turned on and can't control myself. Four members including the therapist; I know everyone's back story because I've been here for so long. Like Pedro Reed: he likes to be humiliated in front of a large crowd. He's cool because he's a sub. Sometimes, when I have to go to the restroom during therapy, I can feel him following me; I used the stalls for a reason. Once I lift up the toilet seat and pull my dick out, I'll wait to see when he'll pop his head over so I can go. Pedro loves to see me used the bathroom; there's no problem. Just putting on a show. Vanessa Cooper is one of the most freakiest person that I know. She don't let nothing get in her way because if you don't satisfy her, she'll find a way to satisfy herself. And nothing is off limits. Elizabeth Wales is a very unique individual. A kind-hearted gentle soul who can be loved just as much. I've had a couple of run-ins with her (if you read my previous writings). There's no telling how long that will last. Very good girl. Desiree Taylor just joined last week. We have a group chat to catch up on our progress but I only know a little bit about her. Safe to say that it's just the beginning getting to know Desiree a little bit longer. Finally, there's my sex therapist Lauren Nichols. She's graduated from University of Pennsylvania with a Master's degree in Psychology. Don't let the seriousness fool you. Lauren is flirtatious and sometimes a pain in the ass, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
In our circle right now, everyone is updating the mistakes that they had encountered in the last couple of days. I'm next to speak. Lauren asked me how have I been doing and what kind of updates can I share with the group. I thanked Lauren for being here today and that I totally forgot about the appointment. Never said anything about the train Carl and Matthew did to Carla or the fact that Elizabeth and I fucked in the same van by flipping over the mattress. All I did was lie; I didn't want to be there. Pulled down my shorts and started stroking my dick in front of everybody. Everybody was gasping, thinking to themselves if I had lost my motherfucking mind? No, not really. I love the attention I get when I get here; that's why I do it. I've gotten so hard, Pedro said that he wished to have a dick like mine. The females were touching themselves. If they weren't rubbing their thighs, they were touching their chests; playing with their cleavage or massaging their boobs. Lauren got up and yelled out that I had to stop. I was grinning as I continue to masturbate. Lauren started to get really pissed off at me. She got so pissed off she got up and try to approach me. I got up real fast to pull up my shorts. Whispering in my ear she told me to meet her afterwards, we're going to have a long talk. Don't you dare disrespect me again. I winked at her with a giggle as I took my seat. The audacity of my behavior was inappropriate and immature. Then, I told the truth about the train with Carla, Matthew, and Carl and when I fucked Elizabeth in the van. Desiree was asking Elizabeth how was the dick? Elizabeth described it as if I was still fucking her in the back of that van. I kindly excused myself heading to the restroom. Pedro wasn't following me because Lauren told him to sit down and interrupted Elizabeth to continue with the story.
While I was in the restroom, I checked my missed calls, missed text messages, my emails; checked social media apps. Talked to my cyber friends, even some of them wanted dick pictures from me. I'm not going to say no. After I got done, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and left the restroom. When I came out the group had left. The chairs were stacked up and Lauren was waiting there for me with her arms crossed. She let me have it; disrespecting her at a time like this when people need help because people have real sex addictions. I apologized to her saying it won't happen again and promise her that I'll be on my best behavior moving forward. Her phone kept on vibrating in her purse. As she's checking her phone, I'm about to leave. She said that her Uber drivers keep changing three times; this was the third straight week this happened. Again, I apologized to Lauren for being an asshole in return, I can give her a ride home. She took me up on that offer; cancelling her rides, she followed me to my car. Of course, I held the door for her like the gentleman that I am. Giggling on our way to the car, Lauren thought I was really being a total dick. Half of her answer was right and the other half was wrong. I explained to her, I wasn't acting like a dick, I just love the attention.
