The effectiveness of the medication started wearing off before I realized what was happening.

It all started very slowly, and innocently I promise. I started by slowly dipping into the NSFW subreddits with pretty girls. After 5 minutes of looking, I'd quickly switch gears to a more educational sub.

Then in the shower, I pointed the shower head between my legs and left it there too long.

I was cumming and trembling before I could make any sounds.

In the middle of putting laundry away one day, I found the shoe box I had hidden behind all my clothes in the closet. I promised myself I would not look.

I continued doing laundry, but I could feel the excitement mounting around my sex.

Just a peek won't hurt.

So I did.

All my favorite toys were here, shiny, with a fresh scent of leather. I tried turning some on but the batteries were dead. I can charge just one...it's okay. Just to make sure they still work.

Not 10 minutes later, I had my favorite vibe, a gorgeous teal wand I had gifted myself years earlier, pressed up against myself. I was cumming before I finished any laundry.

You and I went to visit your parents for an evening of bonfires and s'mores. I dreaded it simply because I have nothing to talk to them about.

In the heat of the fire, I could feel the contrast between warmth and cold below my short skirt. I ignored it. I am a good girl.

So I fiddled with my phone and an ad for Tinder popped up. Hmm. It's been so long...surely it would be entertaining just to have some casual flirty conversation? Right? It's an innocent activity to occupy my time.

It's been two months since I installed Tinder and I've spent $1800 in hotel rooms to meet with some 11, 12, 15? random internet strangers.

My finances are taking a hit again. I'm taking countless hours off work to lay in my bed and masturbate. I'm talking to 322 people online and entertaining the idea of having sex with every single one. Hoping their partners come along. How much is a plane ticket to Nevada?

I'm exploring sexual taboos and fantasies with half of them. I'm convinced I'm into the same taboos and have no concern for how safe or sane they may be.

It doesn't matter who these men and women are.

I want to fuck their brains out. I want to make them cum. I want to cum for them.

I should have come to you sooner. I cannot believe I let it get this far, but you have to understand this is an addiction and saying no is much easier said than done.

I'm so sorry the sex therapist tasked you with looking over me, but she trusts you and so do I. You're the best hope I have to get back on the right track again.

My body is rejecting the alternative medication. Therapy helps marginally, but I really need someone there for me every day guiding me in the right direction.

I don't want to be a sex addict and I think with your help, I can really make a recovery.

* You could be one of these or anything similar: - A long time supportive friend - A caring father - An uncle whose own children have forgotten him - The best sister a girl could ask for - My dad's friend who was there for me when dad wasn't - My extremely friendly coworker

Kinks...anything you're into. I am limitless, mostly. We don't need to discuss...lets discover via roleplay.

Jump into the deep with me. We are far from the shallow.

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Your task is to talk me off the sexual ledge. I need to get my life back in order and not spend 8 hours a day masturbating, making plans to meet strangers, having sex in hotel rooms, and entertaining everyone's taboos.

I have to cut back. I cannot have a taste. I cannot send photos, or talk about all the men and women I want to have sex with. I can't make sexual innuendos. Doctor's orders.

Your love for me is boundless and I think you have the strength...even when we are on the couch together watching a movie.

Yes, even then, you are strong enough to put me in my place when I'm trying to have sex with you.