I am not bragging. I am 24. I have fucked as far as i can tell around 60 women. It is a dizzying mindfuck-of a memory of naked legs and tits in my face and shooting cum up backs. I am actually here writing because that is what I thought I would do with my life. And I got side tracked. By my penis.  LOL

Stats: Attractive male, in good shape, play soccer on weekeds for fun with friends some of the time. Some college, but not a completed degree. Seem to have trouple following through, easily distracted. I supose I'll get into that. It is usually women you hear about going to counselors etc for 'sex addiciton' etc etc. I have been through three different rounds of counseling, first when I was 16 after an affair with a woman my mother's age that lasted six months. Again when I was 19 and dropped out of community college because I couldn't keep my grades up and fucked a teacher. And third, about a year ago. 

 And now once more, I wake up still in the middle of the night with an eight inch erection and these pounding wicked memories and thoughts of things I have done. Like a rhythmic satanic drumbeat in my mind. No. It's just the sound of my pounding heart. And believe me. I give in to it. I try not to. Writing helpse. Sometimes. As a distraction.

But when you're kind of like me you kind of have a network of people you know. And there's my phone. And there are numbers I can text. And even though I DON'T want it to start up again,  sometimes I am just resigned, heart pounding, mind churning. And I give in. And I text a couple well chosen words to someone. And despite my best efforts to get my fucking mind and life together, my penis once again finds itself pounding right up a fucking tight slippery cunt. And the pleasure comes and fucks my mind. 

Fuck me.