This is a story of how I found out I was addicted to sex. The names have been changed of course, but it all kind of came to light within a couple of years of it self.
A brief history of us, I’ve been married for 7 years, but never could understand why I couldn't stop cheating on my wife, prostitutes, massage parlors, random sex partners, the works. It never really rang in my head cause I was getting away with it. This is the story of when I met another sex addict, who has shown me why I couldn't stop.
Her, (lets call her beth), was brought up in the same town as I was, we never met until we started chatting on facebook, I’m a photographer, weddings, parties, and models for fun, she wanted to get some new stuff added to her portfolio, avid gamer, had a fiance, and 2 kids, baby father is out of the picture. She's about 5’5, died blue hair, total anime freak, but looks gorgeous. We hit it off really well on chat, I’m into comics, she understands the obsession, and we start chatting more often about our shoot, comics, and other geek things.