But it only takes an hour for my horniness to return. When I fall asleep at night, I massage my sore pussy again until I orgasm.

My dreams are wetter than ever in my life. In the land of dreams, the cocks get bigger and bigger, and deep in the jungle, I even have sex with lions and elephants. In the morning, my bed is wet, as if I'd peed, and in the aftermath of my dreams, I realize that I've come several times, more intensely than ever before. In the morning, when I wake up, I'm completely destroyed, but my boundless horniness quickly gets me going as I masturbate to wake up.

My orgasms at work are slowly coming later and later these days. Yesterday I counted to 5 before I was overwhelmed. The time of chaos in the orgasm hurricane isn't getting any shorter, even though I come later than I did at first.

I know what it's like, in a much less intense form. Back when I met my husband and he fucked my brains out every night. Back when I was rediscovering myself and realizing I was a whore. My parents wanted me to be a professor at the university. Today, at this time, just at the beginning of this extraordinary 18-month adventure, I realize that being a woman is synonymous with being a whore. Woman and whore are two terms that mean the same thing. I serve the preservation of the species; that is my sole purpose in life. Even if I don't bear children, I need to be fucked, I need to satisfy men; otherwise, life has no meaning.

Although this short time has already driven me to the brink of exhaustion, I continue, very gladly in fact. An inner urge has awakened within me: I want to fuck until I die...!

Maybe they'll even fuck me to death? Is there a better way to die?