My name is Connor, and I’m a sex addict

You decide that the best way to gain their trust is to present yourself as a fellow addict.

“Yes, I, too, am a sex addict,” you say.

The girls look at each other with questioning glances. You take the initiative and say, “And you’re probably wondering why a male sex addict would lead a group of female sex addicts, aren’t you?”

They all nod.

“I mean, that just seems like a recipe for disaster, doesn’t it? After all, what would happen if we lose control of ourselves? Here I am, a young, healthy, fit guy, with a libido that never quits.... And here you are — three beautiful, sexy girls, who love to get naked and go on long, passionate, never-ending sexual flings.... What would happen if we found ourselves together in a small, isolated room like this, free to do whatever we wanted without anyone ever knowing about it?”

You can tell your words are having an effect, because all three girls suddenly seem to be finding their chairs uncomfortable. They squirm and look nervously around, but no one appears to be ready to leave.

“So the reason I am your group leader,” you continue, “is because I have found a very good way to successfully deal with these compulsions before they become destructive.”

They all look at you with rapt attention.

“So let’s begin,” you say. “I want us to get to know one another better. We will start by having everyone ....”