We talking clinical addiction? or like hypersexual who likes porn?
Because both are very different concepts. Many guys think they want a hypersexual horny partner only to learn how mediocre their stamina and libido is.
So I did actually ‘date’ a legitimate nymphomaniac once.
I could keep up, but the deal was no catching feelings, just casual fwb… and I eventually caught feelings, so it was basically just a very wild summer and autumn.
But uh yeah, I told a few friends about her uh, appetite, in fairly broad terms… half of them didn’t believe me, that either she was that ‘demanding’, or that I had that much ‘spare time’, or both.
It means we put down some shower curtains, slathered ourselves, one in peanut butter, one in jelly, and got to it.
(We did try to avoid getting it in hair, didn’t get it uh, anywhere internal, to avoid potential infections, cleaned things off before trying any insertions. we were prepared lol)
She told me she’d been dared by one of her friends, that if she didn’t do it before they did, they get to slap her, vice versa.
… Not 100% sure if this was or was not a lie on her part, also, didn’t care either way, but i guess theoretically, i was helping a poor lass avoid a nasty slap.
It is one of those “No one will believe you” stories. But given there are no consequences, I rather believe you, makes the world a more colourful place.
Well, you could say she knew the rules, and so did I.
It was an overall very good experience, I was sad for a while, but in a ‘Ramble On’ sort of way, bittersweet. I always knew it wouldn’t be forever, that was clear from the start.
We talking clinical addiction? or like hypersexual who likes porn?
Because both are very different concepts. Many guys think they want a hypersexual horny partner only to learn how mediocre their stamina and libido is.
So I did actually ‘date’ a legitimate nymphomaniac once.
I could keep up, but the deal was no catching feelings, just casual fwb… and I eventually caught feelings, so it was basically just a very wild summer and autumn.
But uh yeah, I told a few friends about her uh, appetite, in fairly broad terms… half of them didn’t believe me, that either she was that ‘demanding’, or that I had that much ‘spare time’, or both.
However it ended sounds like it was a fun summer,
Long story short, I was heartbroken, but in a bittersweet way, I truly wasn’t angry, she’d made the rules clear, and I understood.
Oh and we did have an 8 hour pb+j human sex sandwich sesh, that I am literally incapable of forgetting, so, that’s a plus, lol.
What does pb+j human sex sandwich means?
I gotta know
It means we put down some shower curtains, slathered ourselves, one in peanut butter, one in jelly, and got to it.
(We did try to avoid getting it in hair, didn’t get it uh, anywhere internal, to avoid potential infections, cleaned things off before trying any insertions. we were prepared lol)
She told me she’d been dared by one of her friends, that if she didn’t do it before they did, they get to slap her, vice versa.
… Not 100% sure if this was or was not a lie on her part, also, didn’t care either way, but i guess theoretically, i was helping a poor lass avoid a nasty slap.
That was more literal than I thought. did you get hungry half way and has some jelly and pb as a snack?
Oh, we were very hungry, all the time, you could say we were grazing the whole time, across the entire range, hahaha!
Like, I may sound like I’m joking, but… sugar, protein, in pb and j?
You gotta be replenishing calories to go for 8 straight hours. We literally set aside an entire day, and a recovery day, had to match up our schedules
Lots of water on hand as well.
… This is why half the people I told about this, about her, just did not believe me.
It is one of those “No one will believe you” stories. But given there are no consequences, I rather believe you, makes the world a more colourful place.
That sucks, so what if you catch feelings along the way? Two for one!
Well, you could say she knew the rules, and so did I.
It was an overall very good experience, I was sad for a while, but in a ‘Ramble On’ sort of way, bittersweet. I always knew it wouldn’t be forever, that was clear from the start.
Are you me?
… I don’t know, am I?