The Journey of My Hypersexuality – a reflection

Prologue:
Disclaimer: This journey is long, complicated and sexually charged. Skip to the reflection if you wish to bypass the backstory. It’s pretty intense in my opinion, but that may just be the spotlight effect. Enjoy.

Hello friends,

I am new to this community, and up until now I have been a bystander, a reader… a learner. This community has already helped me reflect on so much and I feel like I must share my progress in order to continue. Recent changes to my lifestyle and mental health have led me to an awakening, a sexual revolution battling within. The following story is bit long but it will fill you in on my journey up until this point. I will share my realizations and I hope that your observations and wisdom can guide me further. Here we go.

The First Awakening

Meeting Scarlet [MF] [Massage] [Big Tits] [Big Ass] [Multiple Orgasms] [High Heels] [Feet] [Cum] [Fingering] [Handjob] [Blonde] [Str8]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

From Padawan to Apprentice [Masturbation][F][StarWars][Denial][Mild for Bdsm]

I debated posting this for a looong time because I’m too embarrassed to write fan fic I guess? lol I have no clue. Anyways, this chapter is rather tame but I do get more intense with themes like rape, hypnosis, pain, sex slavery and others. If there is interest, I’ll post what I have, otherwise I’ll fade into the darkness lol. Also my characters are OC, regardless of similarities of name (don’t @ me for legends material I have not read all of the books). All characters are 18+ and the age of consent.
Chapter 1
Alluria leaned her head against the cold tile in the showers. Today had been another exhausting day of combat training and repetitive drills. The training itself was not nearly as exhausting as her attempts to maintain her composure while the other padawans from various masters struggled to defend themselves. How did they expect to maintain balance and peace in the galaxy if their ineptitude continued to hamper their training?

Alluria breathed deep and counted to ten. Master Veran was sure to have caught the steely glint of irritation in her eyes while drilling with the practice saber. She wasn’t sure if she could bear another 6 hours of meditation to help “correct” her attitude.

The Workout [MF] [Str8]

“How do you do it? How do you find the time and energy for all this?”

Kelly Lowell got asked that question often and for good reason. Once people learned about her career aspirations, her workload, and her day-to-day schedule, they looked at her as though she were crazy. Even her closest family members thought her ambitions were excessive.

They weren’t wrong, either. Since high school, Kelly had pursued a career in sports medicine. Her father was a former Olympian. Her two younger brothers were aspiring athletes. She tried to be an athlete too, but a fateful injury during a field hockey game in junior high school sent her down another path. In some respects, that path was more rigorous than that of any athlete.

Kelly’s weekly schedule read like a case study for obsessive overachievers. She was a full-time college sophomore taking on a full-time course load. She was a pre-med student pursuing two majors, one in biology and one in pharmacology. She also interned with the university’s athletic department, working closely with the medical staff to gain the skills and knowledge necessary to help her build a career sports medicine.

Yes, you need to be owned.

Yes, you need to submit and be collared on a leash. You know it. You want it.

You need to be dragged on all fours like a bitch while I hold your leash and make you my perfect puppy.

You need to present yourself in the submissive posture on all fours while I belt your ass leaving the marks of my ownership on you.

You need to have your tits flogged till they have the crimson red texture, the one that I prefer on my property.

You need to have your nipples clamped with crocodile teeth and have its grip tightened until you realize that the only purpose you have is to serve your master.

You need to have your pussy locked up and denied any orgasm until I feel you are worthy enough to cum for me.

You need your butt plugged and the only time it will see the light of day is when I decide to give it a pounding it deserves.

You need to be edged while I finger fuck and bring you to edge of cumming and then I will make you beg, and if, and that’s a big if, I feel that you have been a good girl, I will make you cum by fucking the soul out of you.

Meeting Scarlet [MF] [Massage] [Big Tits] [Big Ass] [Multiple Orgasms] [High Heels] [Feet] [Cum] [Fingering] [Handjob] [Blonde] [Str8]

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

Y’all ever try to fuck after a marathon? [FM]

This story is 100% pure comedy. If you want hot sex, go to almost anything else I’ve posted.

Once upon a time I was one of those people who despised working out. When people asked how I stayed in shape I would answer “woodworking and lovemaking,” but the truth is I’ve just been blessed with good genes and am naturally thin.

Then I started dating a marathon runner. He’s one of those annoyingly healthy people who gets up at 5:00am to run and meditate.

*We get it. You’re good at life, you fucking show off.*

Back then you could not drag me out of bed before the workday began and I regularly skipped meals and survived mainly on coffee and chicken nuggets.

Then the pandemic hit.

It became clear very quickly I needed a hobby outside and running was the natural endgame.

As much as exercising is the fucking worst, I’m a fan of certain side effects, namely my body was banging while I was training for a marathon. I actually don’t think I lost weight when I took up this hobby, but rather gained muscle and stamina.

THE SEMEN-POPE HIRES ANDROID SUSIE!

**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**

[https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4)

Because Susie proved herself a spiritually enlightened droid, having shared her consciousness with Jenny and Dr. Praxilion, she drew the attention of the Semen-Pope. He needed an Oral Sex Instructor in his Sacred Jizz Temple in Seattle, Washington. Her oral interview went exceptionally well, and Susie was hired immediately. Susie’s first job was to rustle-up some business, get some horny young men and horny bisexual women through the Temple Gates, masturbating joyfully before the Altar of Come.

Android Susie posted a video on several x-rated sites frequented by horny Pacific Northwest humans between the ages of 15 and 30. That was her target audience. The first video was made specifically for male humans. Below is the narrative of **Android Susie’s Epistle to the Washingtonians.**

“Jack it for me. Take off those pants and get comfortable. I am Holy Sister Susie. An android girl, former sex-bot to diamond miners of Pavonis Mons, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of the Semen-Pope, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss, and caress miraculous erect cocks.

Meeting Scarlet [MF] – A massage turns into something more

Originally published at: https://literotica.com/s/meeting-scarlet

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly.

Massages with a twist

I’d started working at the East Village Amerik spa three weeks prior and I really liked my new job. A few months before, I’d completed my professional training as a massage therapist, had started my own business giving massages in work places – which was going really well –, but I hadn’t turned down my friend Vanessa when she’d called me to sub at Amerikspa because I wanted to get as much experience as I could. Plus, they had a great insurance and health care package.

That morning, Samantha, the weekend manager, had told me I’d have three clientsthat day: two guys – Carl, a businessman from Philadelphia who always came in when he was in town and was already turning into one of my regulars, and Mr. Davenport, an airline pilot who had said he was suffering from sciatica and needed a serious treatment – and one lady.

I always felt a little uneasy when massaging female clients because I didn’t want them to think that I was touching them in an inappropriate way. In class, guys were always told to be extra careful because we’re unfortunately often thought of as sex fiends or perverts who only got into massage therapy as an excuse to get into people’s pants. Female therapists, on the other hand, were always warned to watch out for perverts or sex fiend clients who would try to get a little extra or would start groping them during the massage.