October 6, 2024
Several years ago, on my sex podcast, I recorded an episode about my sex addiction and how stress drove my marathon masturbation sessions – whilst living in London.
This week, marathon masturbation sessions (to porn) have reentered my life. I’ve been going so hard, that my pussy is burning from the sport.
I have endured a hardcore mental health dip these last four years. I’ve always suffered from depression, but this bout has been more severe than when my mother was dying from brain cancer. Which is peculiar, because life isn’t as hard now – as it was back then.
For as long as I can remember, I have used sex to deal with tragedy and anxiety. In the year following my mother’s death, I would hire male sex workers as a form of stress relief. Sex has always been the way I have processed trauma and deep-seated pain. I could go into the mechanics of that, but I won’t. Not today, anyway.
This weekend I have binged on porn featuring Riley Reid and Siliva Wise. I have also consumed a heap of Balinese pornography.
Do I feel any better? Temporarily, I guess … until I get horny again.
I am a woman who was born with a sexuality BIGGER than herself. And whenever I try to explain it to people – they don’t really understand.
So, I will have to keep masturbating – in hope of some answers.