The Rise of a Nyphomaniac

Society is full of women who happily live their lives fulfilling the roles that have been set forth for them: mother, co-worker, boss, friend. You pass by them on the street and they seem completely normal; in fact, you probably don't give them a second look. They're the rule-followers, conformers, keepers of the status quo. Without them, and their male counterparts, chaos would descend on the world, anarchy would reign and society as we know it would collapse.

Or at least that's what society tells us. It's all a fucking lie.

Every woman chafes at the restrictions thrust upon them, whether they realize it or not, with hidden desires and taboos waiting to explode like sexual supernovas and overwhelm their libidos. A housewife may secretly wish to begin a swinging lifestyle with her next-door neighbors, a schoolgirl may fantasize about sucking her daddy's dick, a businesswoman may dream about dominating her entire male staff, or best friends may unknowingly have sapphic desires about each other. The fantasy is different for every woman, but we all have one.

All it takes is a trigger, sometimes big, sometimes small, to break down the dam holding in our repressed desires. And when it does, you better watch out or you may get drowned in the flood.

So sit back. This is my story--but only one of many women's stories--of how I ditched the rules of society, found my true sexual self and the fun I had along the way.