...Like many others, sex addiction is progressive. It often starts with a relatively harmless behavior such as excessive masturbation while watching porn. Over time, however, it typically leads to other types of sexual activity that may be very risky or blatantly dangerous...
Further, sex addicts frequently engage in paraphilias (sexual behaviors that are considered unusual, distasteful, or unacceptable). Paraphilias include things like exhibitionism, voyeurism, sadism, masochism...
- Hypersexual Disorder Signs
Betty woke up.
Her eyes blinking she felt that fleeting disorientation upon awakening in a strange place. A quick sharp feeling of panic, her heart racing, the pupils in her eyes dilated... memories of the preceding day and evening flooding her cognitive processes.
Those memories made her reach out to the other side of the hotel room's king-sized bed to only find the space next to her empty. Raising her head off her pillows to look around - no, the clothes she'd ripped off the ripe girl she'd ravished were gone. The room quiet, she was it's sole occupant.
She relaxed then, exhaled, smiled. The truth was Betty felt relief that her conquest of the prior evening was gone; her plans for the day did not include that toothsome morsel.
Tossing the covers off she sat up, her reach for the small plastic bottle of nasal spray on the nightstand a now necessary part of the morning ritual. The cravings began the second month after starting the new drug; the gnawing feeling of emptiness, a physical aching need which only intensified yet blissfully went away after she sprayed it into her nose.
The anticipation grew as she shook it, the by now formalized twisting off of the cap then bringing it to her nostrils. The grayness of the dawn, the feel of the plastic as it was inserted into the right side of her nose, the sense of edginess increasing, the palpable need to have the medicine sprayed into her sinuses. The ritual continued - one shot into the right then one shot into the left nostril. The grayness departing as the new dawn broke, the sacrament observed.
And as had also been happening with greater frequency, the one physical need temporarily satisfied the other clawing her, propelling her into action. She was glad Lindsey had left before she woke; Betty felt no interest with the early morning snuggle the girl probably would have desired. She had bigger plans for the day.
After stretching luxuriantly Betty checked the time on her phone, smirked then rose from the bed. The remains of sleep disappeared as she walked towards the hotel suites large and opulent bathroom. Upon entering she turned then sat sighing on the toilet, immediately letting loose a hard stream of piss. She unconsciously fingered her clitoris as she peed considering if she should shower. The thumb and forefinger of her other hand were busy with one of her nipples and she none too gently pinched it, closing her eyes, chasing the always intruding dullness of the world away.
Her piss ended Betty used the fingers of the hand she'd been masturbating with to wipe her labial folds. A tiny corner of her mind cringed at what was to come next... those same fingers brought to her mouth to be licked clean.
That small act of self-degradation over she stood and inspected the her reflection in the large plate glass mirror above the vanity. She grinned at herself, pulling off a couple of squares of toilet tissue to wipe, tossing the damp wad into the bowl when she finished.
"My my Betty" she murmured at herself. "You've become such a slut." She considered the woman in the reflection. "Well" she continued. "Speaking of sluts.
I'd certainly hit on that."
She apprised the image of a tall and well-shaped mature woman, breasts still firm and belly just perfectly rounded. Hips a teensy weensy padded but - and Betty turned to stand in profile now - her ass didn't droop like so many other women her age did. No, in fact it was something she'd become aware of, her butt getting quite a lot of notice from men. And she grinned at her image as she recounted there'd been more than a few women giving her glances as well.
Betty leaned closer into the mirror to inspect her face and brushed a stray lock of hair aside. She had kept it the same brown tint since, well, it felt like forever. But recently she'd gone for an auburn red. It went better with who'd she'd become.
"And who was that..." She shook her head. When she was alone her thoughts had become... disjointed. Unsettling. A piece of her old self - a shadow on her reflection looking back at her. That small part of her that had cringed a few moments ago...
And no, she decided shaking her head, coming back to the present. No shower. She liked the stink of sex that she was exuding, she needed that to be the slutty cunt she truly was... finally admitting to it today... God that thought made her pussy pulse didn't it?
She suddenly remembered to flush the toilet, turned towards it and stopped. Her urine in the bowl, so yellow. And with that piece of soaked toilet paper floating effortlessly. She felt this urge to dip her hand into it... Shrugging the thought away she flushed then left to get herself ready for her next delicious act. "Dirty girl" she said and smiled savoring the sound of it. "Yeah that's me. A really dirty girl."
Pausing for one more look in the mirror that part of Betty's mind - her earlier self - screamed. Crying. Scared.
She stared harder now at her reflection as that part begged her to stop, to reconsider. She found herself cocking her head as if to listen; the voice sounded frightened, that almost alien piece of her old self. It implored her to think, sobbing that if she followed through with her plan the after effects would not just be shrugged off. It whispered that she'd likely damaged her marriage with the affair she'd had with the young girl from her office, it pleaded it was time to stop this behavior. To get help. It was a rational voice. A scared, frightened voice.