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Resolution to Evolution Resolution to Evolution Two days after the Christmas sabbatical my sexual remission lapsed. My needs and thirst became unquenchable, my lust uncontrollable and my desperate need actionable. I posted ads on 7 sites…a cock junkie begging for a fix. My wait was short in duration. The inquiry was not unique, the requests, queries and desires not unusual…but nonetheless the specificity of need paramount…the catalyst for my 27 year addiction…fulfill every request…exceed every expectation, and earn the words “you are the best”. I never have been ashamed and have relished the title of slut. …Always encouraged by an open and confident husband who recognized that my purpose was to offer myself completely and without shame or limitation. I arrived at his hotel; dressed as he had requested, with fragrance of his choosing and with my hair as mandated. He was an average man, in his 50s, a few extra pounds, and a bit shy, but tonite he was in charge, in control and dictated the dance. I was his and I loved it. I served him without limitation, denied him nothing and honored his darkest needs, craving each moment. As we approached the finality, our bodies locked, his bare cock as deep as he could thrust in me, I held him close and whispered the words that every man craves…I met every thrust and was shuttering and shaking as his cocked jerked and pulsed, spraying his warm sperm into me, for a short period as intimate as two people can be. We lay motionless our sweating bodies at rest for a brief period until his now flaccid cock withdrew and his semen dripped from my open hole…and then I was graciously excused, my purpose fulfilled. There was nothing special or unique about our time…except he was number 10,000. The event I had imagined and dreamed of for over 25 years..,nothing like I envisioned, no balloons from the ceiling, no confetti, no brass band playing John Philip Sousa marches…just me in a strange and lonely retrospect..an empty abyss, an anti-climatic haze of men, encounters, exposure and emptiness. A quiet few days offered a vision of clarity…a chapter had closed, a goal fulfilled, a journal full of experiences undeniable and mine for ever…but continuing in the same vein seemed trite and unsatisfying…10,100…10,200…just numbers…the benchmark achieved. Nothing in the above lessens the sheer joy, excitement, anxiousness, lust and intoxicating risk I experienced down the path. While it’s doubtful there will be any entries in the annals of history, I’m proud of the achievement. It required unyielding commitment, a supportive husband and of course thousands of willing men…I’m so fortunate to have experienced each. I’m equally proud of the darker pursuits, the , escorting, enslavement, the BBC groups, the endless gang bangs, and the other taboos reserved for savoring in private. Yet my sexual needs had not been extinguished or sated. A reflection over the past 27 years revealed clear memories of two situations…the hard, intense, and challenging, and the intimacy for those where a mental bond formed. Everything else merely a non recallable entry in a lengthy journal. Older now with a preference for single malt scotch over jello-shots, the mature and interesting rather than the young and empty and a fear of age relegating me to a tawdry caricature of a washed up …evolution is inescapable and it’s coming. Over the coming days the evolution with be orchestrated, implemented and realized. Stay tuned! Finally a special thanks to the many friends who accepted me, were always close by with a warm hello, words of encouragement and pushed me to be better. All the best, Jenn. |
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We thank you for your service. Your addiction is our pleasure. Xavier
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Mazel Tov. May your next 10,000 be equally memorable.
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