Sex Addiction

I was right back to my previous habits. One time, I was sucking cock by 10am, bouncing on some by noon, gettting double teamed at 3pm, giving handjobs on the train at 5pm, and ending the night with a thigh job. I fucked every man and woman in my workplace. If there were genitals attached to your body and you walked in, then you and I were having sex by the time I walked out. My status as the break room fleshlight was solidified when the CEO would call me into his office just for some “relaxation”.

When I can’t get sex at work, I go to the bar, I wait to be groped on the train, I walk the street, I stumble into parties, I do whatever it takes.

I no longer enjoy sex as an intimate act. It’s a needed dopamine release for me. When I could no longer see my kids, I had to find something that would wake me up from my depression. I don’t tell anyone about that though. My sexual partners will guess that I’ve had sex with maybe thirty or forty people. They have no clue. I decided to recall those in college and keep track of everyone thus far and I hit 1000 last month. I know all the techniques and how to get right under someone’s skin. It’s mechanical to me.

Some traits can be upgraded. You’ve upgraded to Whored Out II. You now have access to more extreme sex acts with a few drawbacks: it will be extremely difficult for you to say no to sex and you will struggle with romantic options that aren’t sex