The sexually insatiable club

Sometimes when I see a group of cute or even just semi-cute guys in the hallways up on the VIP floors I remember the kind of girl I was when I was single.

I always look at them and smile (it's part of my job anyways) and I wonder/sometimes pretend that they can tell. That they can see right thru me. That maybe even one of them recognizes me from those old days (and daze).

How easy it would be to follow them to their room. Ask if there's anything I can get them or offer them on the house to help them enjoy their stay. How willing I use to be to let men like that touch me, rip my clothes off and have their way with me until we were all exhausted!

Yeah, I remember those old days all the time. The only thing I'm not sure about is whether or not sometimes it shows :devil:

I just bet that if you did it again for auld lang syne, you'd be as popular as you ever were. :D:devil::rose:
 
Sometimes when I see a group of cute or even just semi-cute guys in the hallways up on the VIP floors I remember the kind of girl I was when I was single.

I always look at them and smile (it's part of my job anyways) and I wonder/sometimes pretend that they can tell. That they can see right thru me. That maybe even one of them recognizes me from those old days (and daze).

How easy it would be to follow them to their room. Ask if there's anything I can get them or offer them on the house to help them enjoy their stay. How willing I use to be to let men like that touch me, rip my clothes off and have their way with me until we were all exhausted!

Yeah, I remember those old days all the time. The only thing I'm not sure about is whether or not sometimes it shows :devil:
I’m sure it does show.
 
as many have stated before me, not sure why but it's always on my mind and even after I get it, i want more right away :( great wit certain people, not so much with others
 
It’s rarely out of my mind too.

as many have stated before me, not sure why but it's always on my mind and even after I get it, i want more right away :( great wit certain people, not so much with others

I’ve had an addiction to sex since my teens. I love it. I can never get enough of it.
 
It's almost all I can think about sometimes and I'm reminded of it just about everywhere I go.

I have to ride up and down the elevators so much at work sometimes I can just smell the sex oozing off people and it drives me absolutely crazy. Last night for instance, an attractive, kind of a little chubby but well-dressed woman somewhere around 40 got in one elevator going down last night with four grinning guys trailing behind her. She was smiling from ear to ear. She was checking her hair and makeup in a hand mirror and both needed more than a touch-up. She had a LBD on and her black nylons had several tiny, glistening streaks running down them. She literally reeked of sex. I seriously doubt she was wearing any panties. Her kitty was probably a rain forest of sweat and fresh semen. I asked if they were going to the buffet and they said they were starving and that they were so I handed them a few comps. So jealous! I saw them on a craps table later but then when I circled back they were gone - no doubt back up to their room fully re-charged and ready to go. I was so jellie :devil:
 
It's almost all I can think about sometimes and I'm reminded of it just about everywhere I go.

I have to ride up and down the elevators so much at work sometimes I can just smell the sex oozing off people and it drives me absolutely crazy. Last night for instance, an attractive, kind of a little chubby but well-dressed woman somewhere around 40 got in one elevator going down last night with four grinning guys trailing behind her. She was smiling from ear to ear. She was checking her hair and makeup in a hand mirror and both needed more than a touch-up. She had a LBD on and her black nylons had several tiny, glistening streaks running down them. She literally reeked of sex. I seriously doubt she was wearing any panties. Her kitty was probably a rain forest of sweat and fresh semen. I asked if they were going to the buffet and they said they were starving and that they were so I handed them a few comps. So jealous! I saw them on a craps table later but then when I circled back they were gone - no doubt back up to their room fully re-charged and ready to go. I was so jellie :devil:


Oh wow, that's great!
 
It's almost all I can think about sometimes and I'm reminded of it just about everywhere I go.

I know what you mean: I was imagining my hands running up the legs of the TV weather girl this morning....
 
as many have stated before me, not sure why but it's always on my mind and even after I get it, i want more right away :( great wit certain people, not so much with others

Hi Amey, I'm Liz. I saw your post and just wanted to say hi but your PM's are full. Hope you're having fun. If you ever feel like chatting let me know. I have the feeling we have a few things in common ;) :)

:rose:
LizzieV
 
Amey - you know - 'exceeded' PM space

Amey - you know - 'exceeded' PM space. Decisions! decisions!
(Love your postings!)
 
Were her nylons glistening with adoration and affection too? LOL

Nah, broadcast TV is so puritan... :)

But she always wears very high heels that accentuate her legs. The thing is, her legs are matched by a magnificent set of breasts that probably require a Kevlar bra to keep from 'busting' out...
 
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I'm finding that if I don't actively think about it, I desire it less. I hate that.
 
Liz said...It sucked. It was all I could think about all night! LOL

So do you get wet and aroused Liz.....and jump hubby when you get home?? ;)
 
Whoa...I found this article when I googled a line from a Literotica story, with quotation marks (meaning exact quote) and found it within the article. The plagiarism aside, I at first thought "what a bullshit article" till some of it started to hit home.

"In the age of smartphones and frictionless-dating apps, sex addiction is like being hooked on a drug that's always available in unlimited supply. It's like living with a meth dealer at your side, or a brick of cocaine in your pocket. Worse, you can get a potential high from every person you meet. But unlike other addictions, this one isn't officially recognized. There's no health coverage for it, no medication, and for those trapped in its strange and unrelenting spell, no easy way out."

OMG...this guy could be me. This is me....except, I've finally gotten over feeling guilty about my "addiction" and, rather, I revel in it.

Four pairs of running shoes, all so worn-out that they’ve lost their shape and turned gray, are lined up inside the front door. In high school, Jacob was all-state three times in cross-country; he still runs six to eight miles every day and competes at least once a month in local events. He has broken this routine only when he’s been lost in the stupor of his addiction.


THE BODY OF A SEX ADDICT can become his whole world. The urgent messages he receives from his brain—I’m depressed, I’m lonely, I’m frightened, I’m angry—drown out everything else around him. He can’t feel happiness, except as a physical sensation.

Arousal and orgasm, as he knows them, are not lived experience but rather a retreat from it. They are a simulation of all that may be absent from his life: joy, intimacy, a feeling of accomplishment. They are a kind of biochemical brute-force attempt to blot out an overwhelmingly bad feeling with an overwhelmingly good one. In the space between arousal and orgasm, he finds a fleeting calm. He strives to prolong it, to escape time, escape his own mind. He lurches between wretchedness and euphoria, looping back on himself endlessly. He wants to be outside himself; instead he becomes his own prison.

Hmmmm. I'm sure Freud would say it was all because of improper toilet training. I blame my mom.

Insatiable: The Real Lives of Sex Addicts
 
I’ve had an addiction to sex since my teens. I love it. I can never get enough of it.



Similar here. Aged about 19 it was ridiculous. GF at the time was hot and put out 1-2 times a day without fail, often lengthy fuck sessions.


Yet I was still wanking 2-3 times a day, usually at work or while she was out.

Still cheated on her too..would think nothing of spraying my cum all.over her petite best friend, then an hour later be fucking my GF passionately... Then 2 hours later, be sexting the best friend again, arranging tomorrow's meet and wanking in the bathroom as the GF slept.
 
OMG...this guy could be me. This is me....except, I've finally gotten over feeling guilty about my "addiction" and, rather, I revel it

Yup this is exactly were I am with it, just wish we'd stop talking about it and do things, I mean we're here & open about what wer seem to need.....
 
Liz said...It sucked. It was all I could think about all night! LOL

So do you get wet and aroused Liz.....and jump hubby when you get home?? ;)


I was so horny I was out of my mind. But he was dead asleep and didn't want to wake up so I had to take a long, midnight shower :(
 
Damn shame......all of that passion leashed like that....

I know! It was so unfair! That whole stereotype of being "hot-blooded" is totally true even though I'm only half Mexican! And he knew what he was getting into before he married me! lol
 
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