Craziest Thing I've Done: Look what you've made me to be addicted to me, to masturbate every night, to seek intervals in the afternoon to take refuge and touch me in silence. I was not cursed like that! I walk with a tight step and I feel the slimy between my legs, and as desperate I start looking for a cave, my room, a bathroom, a dressing room, a lonely place where I can satisfy myself with it fist in the mouth so that the moans do not escape me. It never crossed my mind that I could prove myself, if I had known that it tasted so good I would have done it before. I sleep naked because I already feel safe, I feel pretty; Or I wear sexy lingerie for myself, I take pictures and I like myself, and I get turned on by watching myself. The mere touch of the sheet turns my skin on, my nipples harden and I feel my juices drain all the way back, I touch my sex and it is already open and inflamed, asking me to scrub and bury my fingers until they no longer fit, until it twists me like a snake; I spread my legs as wide as I can by raising my back or I get into fours to finish, or I prostrate myself on the corner of the bed to feel exposed, as if waiting to be penetrated. I pick up the mirror and watch myself as I do so, my fingers disappearing inside of me. I love my damn smell! I smell like a hot woman. I fix myself and I love it; I get drunk, I apply cream and with wet hair I lie down to read eroticism knowing thoroughly how I will end. Look what you've made me cursed on a nympho addicted to masturbation.
