"My name is Jerry and I have a sex addition."
"Hi Jerry" the others in the room shouted out to him.
"I'm here because I've got a high sex drive, I'm always wanting it and my wife can't keep up," I said.
"I would never cheat on her so I turned to porn - the written word and videos. I guess it might be more of a porn addiction, than a sex addiction, and I didn't think groups like this existed, but when I looked in the phone directory, I saw this group listed."
"Jerry, what is about the porn that keeps you coming back?" the group leader said.
"The fantasy aspect," I said. "With the videos I can fantasize that I'm the stud banging the hot babes. With the written word, I can imagine myself in a variety of situations, some of which I might be afraid to try in real life. In the world of words, you can imagine yourself in any situation, trying anything."
"Are you afraid the online world is ruining your relationship with your wife sexually?" the leader continued.
"No, I know I can separate the fantasy world from reality. The fantasy world is a fun escape, but when you're having sex with someone you love it can't be topped."
"So why are you here?" the group leader asked.
"Because I'm afraid I'm starting to spend too much time online and at times I can't stop thinking about the fantasy world."
"Okay," the leader said. "How about we try breaking your addiction by limiting how often you go online?"
"I can try," I said sheepishly. "But I tried doing that on my own and failed, which is why I'm here."
The rest of the group gave me encouragement and then went around in the circle discussing the progress each of them made during the week.
After the meeting a shapely black-haired beauty came up to me and said "My name is Jen and I think I can help you with your addiction, come to this address tomorrow at 1."
She handed me a card that showed an address of 400 Main Street.
The next day I showed up at the address. The windows were painted black so I couldn't see inside. I walked inside and the walls were painted to look like a jail cell.
I walked to the reception desk and told the raven-haired receptionist that Jen told me come at this time. She got on the phone and told Jen her appointment had arrived.
Jen came out to greet me wearing a black leather corset, long black gloves and long leather boots with spiked heels.
"Come with me now," she demanded.
I got up and followed her, admiring how well the leather hugged her body, accentuating all of its curves. We walked down a hallway and entered a small room.
After locking the door behind me, she grabbed a whip from the wall.
"Strip!" she shouted and cracked the whip.
"How is this supposed to help me?" I asked.