Molested And Now Addicted To Sex
Written by April
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I can’t believe I have gone that deep in my life for the whole world to read... but anyways I wanted to be know I’m addicted to sex I love sex to feel a big fat member in me and me sucking on, oh wow getting wet here.. But there is a beginning for everyone. And here is mine:
The first time I ever let a guy touch me, well kiss me his name was huh... rather jus say AB. I was in pre-k, guess you learn from what is done at home and them from there in kindergarten and on.
It was rodeo day, My mom was dressed like a slut as always, she wore skimpy clothes. I remember what I was wearing that day too, it was a white ruffle jean skirt, white tube top, a pink jean vest, and white cowboy boots.
I was laying in the play area( a section of the classroom filled with stuffed animals and books to read) and all the “popular guys” went in there and they started to look up my skirt. They helped me down and all of them started to touch me; I liked it. I wonder if they ever think of it like I am now. Oh well but it went on, kind of like they busted a train on me, I know all of them by name still to this day...
As I got older, I went from being cute, to being a nerdy girl with glasses and long hair. And I would wear big shirts because at the age of 8, I started to fill in quick and was hella embarrassed, but now I see it has a blessing. When I was home it was different, I would dress slutty because everyone in the neighborhood would and my front door neighbor and me became best friends. Our moms did it too, it got to a point where her mom would go over my house and we would be there all alone.
In the 5th grade her uncle came to live with them for a while. Gilbert was a cool guy to them, but I would get a bad vibe from him and well if you think it, yea he molested me repeatedly, and I liked it. At night I would hear my mom and dad having sex, so I knew what he was doing to me. This is how Gilbert would do it, he would play wrestling games with us, but he would just touch me in places when no one was looking.
One day I went over because my mom’s friend said M, my best friend was there, so I took off She was in the shower, and I was about to walk out of her room, when her uncle grabbed me and threw me on the bed. He took off my shorts to my knees and undid his pants. and put him in me. It was a painful experience that I liked, he asked me “is this what you wanted?” and I answered and said yes. He stopped and pulled up his pants and left just like that. I pulled mine up full of blood and I started to cry, my friend walked out the restroom and said wtf happened. I told her she was mad, and told me that he has done that to all her friends, and she was going to tell on him, why me? And I told her no, just help me clean up, so she gave me shorts and underwear. We went to the canal and threw my close in it, and went back. From that point on, he would have sex with both of us at the same time, and would tell us to do things to each other. I never told my mom this or anyone, till now. And that how it all started for me to become a horny girl, looking for her thrill. I know this sounds wrong and gross, but I don’t care and this is something I will take to my grave and never tell the people who know me. And if you were ever molested and or raped. most people who have do become sex fiends, I have encountered many already.
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You never told them yes, so you were violated and you didn't deserve that.
If they did things to you without your consent or participation, how could you get enjoyment from it? I have always thought, little girls and boys could not be sexual beings.
Sex is good but being obbsessed about anything can cause problems in your life...
I hate shrinks... but maybe if you found someone to listen to you, you might be able to get over your past to the point where your past doesn't control your future actions...
just my thoughts...
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