Losing my virginity, boyfriends and the wondering eyes! (Taken from my blog, confessions of a sexaholic)

Well hello again. Still getting use to this bloggin. Opened up a twitter account to share my blog. It seems to be going well and I’m getting a few views already so thank you for that.

It will be getting much raunchier once I pass the 16 mark and I will be writing about my experiences in detail so you get a full experience of how the mind of a sex addict really works.

Ok so I will go from where I left off. So, as you have already read I was very highly sex driven at a young age and by the time I was 15, I was just full of fantasies.

Some where dangerous though. I remember going to a Christmas party for work and it was the first time I had met my boss. He wasn’t anything special but the fact that it was my boss was a big turn on for me even though he was 40+ (this boss obsession carried on throughout my life which you will see in later posts). I remember he was chatting up one of the other young girls (which was a bit creepy as she was only 16) and I just looked on with jealousy. Then my fantasy mind kicked in and all I thought about for the rest of the night was him taking me up to his hotel room, tying me up in the bed and doing whatever he wanted to me. I spent the entire night staring at him after that,although he never noticed.

Last night – ex encounter!! [m/f] (This actually happened on friday night. I´ve just taken it from my blog!!!!!!

Ok, so I will be disrupting the running order of my story when something significant happens so I can keep you all updated with my sexual activity while I write this blog.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes I haven’t had a chance to check this posts. I am also dyslexic so go easy on me.

Sex addiction is a constant battle and mixed with some alcahol, one that I always tend to lose.

Ok, so I’m home alone, it’s a friday night and I’m feeling a little bored. I head to the shop and grab some wine, beer and cigarettes.

I open my first beer at 6pm, this isn’t a good time to start drinking.

Most nights I am constantly bombarded with text messages. I am currently seeing several men at once and get a thrill from being wanted (you will see how this progresses throughout my posts).

Beep beep, beep beep it’s a text from Sean. He’s my fuck buddy and currently on holiday and seems to think he’s the only man in my life.

The Big Admission – Sex Addiction (Taken from my blog, confessions of a sexaholic)

Well hello world. This is my first Blog. I have no idea how it works so I will wing it for now and learn as I go along.

First off let me introduce myself (although I am staying somewhat anonymous due to the nature of my stories) I would like to give you a little insight in to my world before I corrupt you all with my confessions (Names and locations will be changed but the content of the stories are 100% true).

My name is Donna and I am a Sexaholic. This has only come to light recently (at the tender age of 32) due to me finally realising I'm not just your average slut. I have seeked out help for this addiction (a sex therapist) but have yet to go to any sessions so I'd thought it best that I write about my 'experiences' before I am possibly cured.

So…let's begin.