I am A Confirmed Nymphomaniac: Someone Please Help Me!


I am A Confirmed Nymphomaniac: Someone Please Help Me!

The question is when will this madness stop?

I can’t really explain why I am opening up on this in a public diary like this; but the truth of the matter is that I need urgent help before I lose my sanity! Sometimes things look just alright, and at other times, they look like hell.

I sleep and eat sex virtually everyday of my life, and I think I have come to that point where someone takes charge of my life before I start sleeping with my brother.

I met this new colleague that was recently introduced to the rest of the staff in the place where I work. We met at the company restaurant, and the urge to have him make love to me became so strong that some other colleagues of mine who had slept with me in the past noticed me. Well, it really didn’t bother me if anyone was looking at me or not so long as I satisfied my sexual desire; and of course, I ended up in bed with Philip that evening.

At the last count, close to six colleagues of mine had already slept with me more than two or three times, and none has been able to satisfy me. I keep asking for more, and every one of them seems to think I am crazy.

My problem started back in the days when my mum would always send me to her lover’s place to seek for help. That was how and when I lost my virginity. My mum could careless what kind of movies I watched, and it never seemed to bother her if she was gradually destroying my future. By the time I turned 14, I had already lost count of the number of guys that had already slept with me.

I have been married twice to two separate men, and each of those marriages crashed because my husbands caught me cheating. Things are so terrible that I don’t even know the real fathers of my one of my three kids. Life is so tough because it’s like everyone has deserted me to carry my cross alone.

Now I am writing this because it is increasingly becoming too difficult to resist my younger cousin who lives in the same apartment with me. I know this is not normal because it is not right to have feelings for one’s blood; but I just can’t help it.

I feel like I could kill myself and put an end to this madness; but not until I give it one last chance. I need help, and I am not afraid or ashamed to say so; but it’s just that I don’t want anyone to take advantage of my predicament.

Readers’ sincere response will be highly appreciated. I truly need help.



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