There was one particular month where the stars aligned in a very special way, and I ended up having sex with 11 different women. Randomly met, all just kind of came out of the woodwork. The gym. Weddings. Perspective photographers. Waitresses. Girls from the club. Like I was on my absolute 'A' game, but I felt ridiculous in my mind... felt like I was losing control. Or had already lost it. It's hard to describe if you've never been in that position I guess. I remember before any of that when I used to just be struggling to find some girl to have sex with... this is at the opposite end of the spectrum. It makes you feel isolated in a really fucked-up way.

 (for reference, this is a picture of eleven women. FUUUcking insane.)

And then the pleasure, which by the way, had only been increasing it seemed... like I was kind of wiring my brain to get more and more pleasure from sex.. the pleasure was not helping. It was becoming like this slippery temptuous thing, alwasy present in the back of my mind.. and my mind was getting ever better at feeding it. I was becoming really-fucking-good at finding women who would fuck me. And I was getting really fucking-good at fucking them.

But then, inevitably, no amount of pussy could quite satisfy that terrible teasing tickle of pleasure... and I'd just find myself home on my bed, impossibly horny, just shooting more jizz all over myself... like literally gasping at how it felt...

It was like i was getting addicted to CRACK except the CRACK PIPE was my penis. Attached to my body.