Today I had another pregnancy scare. The problem is, if I were, I wouldn’t know who the father is. I am not one of those “Who's the Daddy” women. I am a 39-year-old lawyer with no children. I have been told that I’m nice to look at. I resemble a petite Tyra with short Halle hair.
I used to brush off my extensive sexual experiences as booty calls,
one-night stands, friends with benefits and hooking up. I felt
empowered. Then my behavior started affecting my life. I have had numerous abortions. I have had STDs; thankfully nothing permanent. I’ve slept with co-workers. My marriage and a prior engagement failed because I cheated.
My friends joke that I should write a book about my crazy experiences, but at this point, I am just sick and tired of feeling like a joke. I need sex two or three times a day at a minimum. Sex toys and porn aren’t cutting it anymore. I crave it all the time and can’t resist anybody, male or female, who hits on me. Even the men I meet online are surprised at how far I’ll go.
Most of the time I hate this. Sometimes I try to embrace it. I usually just feel like a junkie afterwards. I’m lonely and confused.
Help me, please!
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