So Many Choices

Yes I have so many choices of men who all wish to marry me. The more thought I gave it, the more befuzzled my mind became. They were all good with their tongues. Their cocks varied and when in an arousing mood, any dick would do. My addiction has gone beyond the limit. Group therapy, gynecologist, psychiatry, and other supposedly helpful methods weren't the solution., at least not for me.

At the cafe Ezra looking concerned asked if I was OK. I felt horny but I didn't want him to know and excused myself to refresh myself at the loo. As I rose from the chair, I stumbled, luckily he held me. "I better escort you to the lounge area" My shorts were damp and on the way down to the comforting area "Your body is so hot" Ezra stated. I was in bad shape. I rushed into a large cabin with a vanity. I pulled Ezra in with me. I didn't care if anyone saw us but luckily we were alone.

I couldn't slip out of my wet shorts quickly enough. Ezra took them from my hands and sniffed the crotch. "What sweet smelling essence" he moaned. I turned, faced the mirror bend over the vanity, then felt Ezra rubbing against my bare ass. He spread the cheeks and placed his fingers around the anal rim., then in and out.

IT'S NOT ENOUGH I moaned. FUCK ME JUST FUCK ME. With my blurry eyes seeing through the mirror that Ezra finally had his dick out, stroking it into a hard state. HURRY, HURRY GOING TO BUST and then I felt him sliding his cock into my bunghole. He held unto my waist as he brought me down into a calm zone with his cock.... And when I felt his load I trembled and shook to orgasms. As he retreated, I turned and fell into his arms, reaching down to his cum covered cock., stroking it up and down several times.

I slipped back into my shorts, kissed him, opened the cabin door and both wandered out with several ladies seeing us. This was the worst and most uncontrolable I ever experienced. I need medical aid not only physically but psychiatrically as well.