My sex addiction and public masturbation admissions

"I have a sex obsession. It has gotten so bad that I can't even go out with friends without masturbating at most five times.

I can't help but make myself cum. Every time I see a hot man or some tits bulging from a tight tank top or a beautiful lady in yoga pants , I make myself cum.

She licked her lower lip, and she looked to the side with furrowed eyebrows. I knew instantly that I was one. The same feeling was felt about sex.

Actually, I masturbated on my bus ride to this meeting. Once I got to the chapel, I was again in the back seat.

What can I say? Sometimes, the naughty nun trope is what gets me.

Sex Addicts Anonymous was not something I went to in an effort to get "better". I went to their confessions because they were honest.

Under my dress, I felt a bit panty and I would push the "go" button on my small remote every time someone spoke.

I was trying to edge myself through each participant. I couldn't stop moaning because my panties were so wet. The leader of the group called my name.

"Andrea? "Andrea? Are you able to share any thoughts or experiences with us?

I cleared my throat, and then pressed the "stop" button on the small remote.

I could feel the liquid in my pussy seeping out of my panties and soaking my panties.

It was addictive to soak myself in water.

"Hello, my name is Andrea, and I'm addicted to sex," I monotonously exclaimed.

"Hi Andrea ..."" was the dejected chorus horny strangers.

"I had an intense week...yet...addiction-wise ..." I slid, raising my right eyebrow mischievously.

My erect nipples were pressing against the padding of my bra.

"Would your family like to share with us?" inquired the red-faced soccer mom who was leading the group.

"Well, I don’t know if sharing our weekly escapades in a room full sex addicts would exactly be a great idea," I laughed with the rest.

I looked at the muscular man across the circle. "But, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad ..." He winked at me as I gave him a kiss.

The leader yelled, "That's enough Andrea, get down!"

My attention remained fixed on the man in the circle, and her voice faded. I didn't care if he introduced himself earlier, but it wasn't important to me.

It was all I cared about, scanning his toned body, as he wore tight workout clothes.

I could smell his musk coming from the other end of the room. I knew he wanted me to have sex with him.

I stood up, and walked past him towards the coffee table. On my way back, I took two cups of instant shitty coffee with me and gave one to him.

The remote control for my panty vibe was hidden under the cup of paper.

I confidently walked over to my chair, and then sat down across from him. He was looking at the remote and smiling. He took a large sip of coffee and then pressed "go".

I was edging myself for nearly an hour.

All these addicts talking about how they jerk off in their cars every hour is a fascinating experience. Every night, hooking up at bars with strangers. Inappropriate relationships with their bosses or coworkers.

On the subway, rub their clits against the handrail poles.

I watched as his large cock pressed against his tight spandex shorts.

He was just as addictive as me.

Although I wanted him to fuck my, his addiction is more public than actual sex. His cock pushing its way through my very wet pussy was something I would love.

My vaginal walls were screaming for freedom. My clit was screaming in delight.

As he increased the speed of vibration, I gripped my paper coffee harder. As I sat down on the chair, I could feel my cheeks flushing.

I was standing across from the man who had his hand on my lap and subtly stroked his cock with his spandex shorts.

As he watched me struggle for quiet and seated, he was biting his bottom lip.

As he closed his eyes, I could see that he was about to cumming in his shorts. He then turned up the vibration speed on his clit.

My pussy had contracted in orgrasm. I jerked in my seat slightly. I closed my eyes, putting my head down and using my hair to cover my panting and gaping mouth.

As the cum poured out of his black spandex, the front of my black spandex grew shinier as I looked up, I noticed the man clearly petting his cock.

The woman next to him tried her best to not look at him. The nipples peeking through her blouse revealed that she was just as horny as me.

As everyone began to filter out, the leader dismissed the group. The man sat in his chair while the woman sat next to him. The woman next to him was sitting at the coffee table, staring at him every few minutes in an attempt to "accidentally"leave the room at the same moment as him.

As I sat down, I noticed that a wet patch had been woven into the fabric. The intensity of my orgasm made my legs weak.

My addiction was fuelled

I wanted more.

I was greeted by a devious smile from the man.

He said, "That was the most enjoyable meeting I've ever been to," Andrea added.

I reached out for my hand and leaned back.

I demanded, "You have some of my stuff."

He returned my small remote. The cum had gotten into his shorts, and it was sticky. It was beginning to dry on fabric, leaving a visible white patch.

"You need to get cleaned up before the soccer mom sees your face," I joked.

I turned and walked out of the door, passing the woman who was waiting for me. I slapped her in the shin as I passed, clad only in yoga pants.