I [F] got addicted to male attention and sex

I had always been more on the shy side and not a fan of excess attention. This held me back from indulging in many sexual fantasies or even flirting with men. That was until I started college. At the time, I had just turned 18, allowing me to experience the world of dating apps. Perfect for someone who was shy like me. I made a Tinder profile soon after moving to college and began getting several matches. Often times I didn’t respond to messages since I was still a bit too shy to flirt back, but I loved the attention.

But when I finally gave in and began seeing these men in person, everything changed. I loved the attention I would get from them during hookups, the compliments, and feeling their hands on me. It started becoming more and more frequent. Often skipping classes or social events just to go get fucked. But that just wasn’t enough. I loved male attention and wanted more. I already was seeing several men, and undoubtedly, they were more interested in me than I was in them. But I wanted the feeling of having a man obsessed with me. Or several men. And I accomplished just that.

Every time I would go to a hookup, I had a simple routine I followed: perfume oil in my cleavage, between the thighs, behind the knees and ears, neck, and wrist. A flavored lip oil or lip balm that they could taste when kissing me and flavored melts that would make a pussy sweet like candy. I already got frequent compliments from these men regarding how good I smelled or complimented on how good I tasted naturally. But once I began this routine, attention was even more focused on me, the pleasure was even more focused on me, and the relationships began to move outside of the bedroom. Once I began this routine, I got more frequent texts and calls that these men were thinking of me, something had reminded them of me, or that they wanted to see me more often or take me out. I frequently was taken out to dinners, sent flowers, gifts, and visited outside of hookups – not something I’d consider normal when it was supposed to be strict arrangements only for occasional hookups. But I didn’t mind.

I almost always had a text or call coming in, no matter the time or the day, and I loved this. Loved the attention. It felt nice knowing so many men wanted to see me and fuck me. This routine has turned me into even more of a slut, and I couldn’t be happier.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xvunh1/i_f_got_addicted_to_male_attention_and_sex