I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca! - Sex Stories

I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca!

... strangers with unknown addresses. In fact I started to feel like a whore. Whores got the pox, but I was not a whore not being paid to perform tricks with johns. Everyone that had multiple partners share the same risk, STDs did not differentiate between normal “good girls” or whores of the street. I still need to be fucked; changing my lifestyle was going to be quite a challenge. Continuing on this path would ensure that I did become a lonely old whore. So how do I find a future partner, especially a husband, at present was most unlikely, however if I did manage to snare one at least I knew my way around the bed, I was hot material. The wake up call really hit home when I was informed about Chlamydia. Yes I was diagnosed with this infection as well. This disease can cause infertility as well as other reproductive problems if left untreated. Did they catch the disease in time, six years of being a wild party girl, what a price to pay for not having regular screening test for STDs? Further test did reveal that there was scarring inside my reproductive organs and the normal pregnancy very unlikely. Yes it appeared I was infertile. I was advised not to be complacent about contraception for ectopic pregnancy was a real possibility now. Three months had passed quickly. It was time to for my follow up test on infection to determine if the bugs had been eliminated. It had been extremely difficult time to stop sexual activity and be a responsible member of society. Here I was sitting ...

... having a cup of coffee at the mall when a family sat next to me, the two parents, a boy five years old and his sister a year younger. The children happily sat on their parent’s laps while the two adults shared this treasured family time together. The less sat with her father it was apparent she was his little angel. The love radiated between each other while the happiness they shared with their children was so apparent to all around them to see. I just wondered what it would be like to have even a child of my own. Would I ever have a male acquaintance to care, love and share the happy times together like the two who I observed? On leaving the Mall depression quickly took hold it took all my inner strength to prevent from crying. That night I was an emotional wreck and I cried continually eventually falling asleep through exhaustion. I did not cry a lot when I lived my sex addict life, so this crying was my first step to heal up from the old promiscuous sex addict life. Yes, I told you I was not an ordinary sex addict, but in a way, I was and I still am a special sexual addict. However, this special, different sexual addiction prevented me from becoming a slut again. I will explain this later. I booked an appointment with a physician on call, for my usual medical practitioner was away on holidays. He informed me that final test results indicated that I had been cured of the infections and asked whether there anything else he could do. I started to complain about not coping with ...