I am a female porn addict.

There’s no other way to describe it. I am without a doubt a female porn addict. We are rare, elusive and mysterious. Probably in part due to the fact that we rarely leave our homes. Finger banging one’s own pussy is much harder accomplished outside of the comforts of beds and sofas. Privacy is needed obviously however sometimes I do get a little carried away.

The technicalities involved with being a female porn addict are endless.

I recently was at the doctor for a check-up and they were taking longer than expected to reach my room. I opened up PornHub on my cell phone and searched up one of my favorite categories. “Tiny Blondes & Monster BBCs” always provides beautiful material for my spank bank.

The next thing I knew, I was fucking myself deep with an empty specimen tube. I came right before the doctor walked in and he was deeply concerned about how fast my heart was beating. I guess my secret is still safe. Being a female porn addict has put me in even more sticky situations though.

Most female porn addicts have a root.

You see, this entire thing started when I was very young. You see- everyone was fast asleep during a sleepover party except for me. I walked in on my friend’s Daddy watching an adult video and I found myself instantly hooked to watching dirty pornos. Of course, he finding me behind the couch rubbing my tiny pussy all over the floor. He seemed to like to watch me masturbate. It would have been cruel for him NOT to have helped me. Don’t you agree?

Speaking of slumber parties- I was the one who showed all my friends porn for the first time.

I downloaded a bunch of different videos and we all sat around watching them. A lot of us were seeing a cock for the very first time ever. I can’t go too much further into it but we were inspired to shoot a few of our own vids together after school. I’m still friends with several of them still to this day. It probably doesn’t shock you much that they ended up being female porn addicts too. A few even ended up doing phone sex for a living!

So I decided recently I needed to see a sex therapist for help.

He was so charming and kind, listening to my every word. Asking me how many times in a day I masturbate. How often I actually cum, what videos I typically enjoy watching. I watched the therapist take down notes on a small pad of paper. Quickly he glanced up at me while I described the hours and hours I find myself mindlessly playing with my cunt.

He stood up and ordered me to put my ass in the air. It seemed as if a plan for treatment had been decided on. Grabbing my hips he thrust into me explaining that I had a rare form of nymphomania. Thankfully the cure was already locked in his office. Unfortunately, it will require daily visits, occasionally multiple ones per day but somehow I think I’ll manage.

Call me on my phone sex hotline today to hear more about how my treatments are going.

Phone Sex Kingdom Nicole Burke