I talk to a crazy nymphomaniac girl on MSN Messenger (yes, she still uses MSN). She knows a few people I know, and has a tendency to bring up girls that we mutually have bumped into. I’ve never met anyone like her.
She’s married, a year older than me and types like a total retard, but she’s blonde and has big boobs (if the pictures she sends me are really her). She knows a girl I know called Leigh. This is Leigh.
Nympho Girl tells me that, as a bisexual, she’s really into Leigh. When you’re a porn addict, your urges take over at this point. She tells you what she wants you to do. She asks you to make her do things. To herself. To Leigh. She describes what she wants to do to her.
She’s been doing this for years- I first added her in about 2006. This is one of the reasons real sex is so difficult for me: arousal and this computer go hand-in-hand. It almost feels unusual, or too much, to be with a woman in the flesh. To overcome this, I must do 2 things- stop turning to the computer- and to Nympho Girl- for kicks, and get out and meet people for real.