I Am a Nymphomaniac
I am a pretty addictive person in the main anyways. For years, when I was taking drugs I couldn't take just a little. No, that just wasn't me. I had to take lots and lots. Exercise. When I was in my mid twenties and feeling a little bit unhealthy, I didn't just exercise a little....I planned out a daily routine.
Same with sex. Y'know, being brought up by a prostitute mother isn't something that most people have to deal with. It opens your eyes to a way of living. A way of 'being'. For me it was the norm. I mean, it was my life and my family. It was my experiences. My mum. I thought that all mum's did the same! When I got to a reasonable age - of 9 - I kinda realised the 'differences' between my mum and other friend's mums. You kind of put it all together.
So experiencing that life, being around that 'lifestyle' did kind of bring me down another road. A road that I liked the look of. A road that was appealing. Mum made prostitution look oh so glam, y'know? The clothes, the makeup, the jewellery, the sex. All enticing to me. So I started travelling that road too.
When I entered prostitution, at the age of 13, I had observed stuff but still didn't quite know what to expect. Boy did I find out! In some ways I was enthusiastic to be like my mum....But in more ways I just found that I was getting 'hard wired' for sex. It didn't take long, I suppose it doesn't when you're 13, to have sex and prostitution interlinked and have it always on my mind. Still pretty much is.
Sex had lost it's link with being something about relationships and became something more. It's really wierd. That's one of the reasons I always seem to talk about how many punters I've ****** a night. A kind of bragging? Maybe. More a case of needing though....
Analysing it all somewhat, what is the reason why I am a streetwalker? Why can't I be, like, an escort? I always say that I prefer quantity over quality. Banging guys in 15 or so minutes and then out on the streets looking for the next punter. Whilst this is true, it hides the fact that I have an addiction to sex. That's it right there.
I mean, I'd like to say that I am pretty enough, even at the age of 40, to be an escort....only having a couple of 'dates' a night. But I don't want that. I have an addiction, and....like all addictions, it leaves you wanting more and more and more...
This road has lead me down some dark places. Abortions. Getting divorced from my husband. Losing my daughter in that battle. Cocaine addiction. Getting raped. No fun had there, let me tell you. Partners? They come and go. All because I can't stay faithful. Like I said, I'm 'hard wired'.
With sex and prostitution hand in hand it's only natural I spend a lot of time on my appearance. Then from looking like a street hooker to acting like one....the decadadent lifestyle of drink and drugs. My circle of friends is pretty much limited to other prostitutes....or punters. It's all consuming at times. Difficult to breathe....
The hardest time? When I'm on my period. My daughter, who is also a prostitute, lives nearby. Sometimes I really hate to be around her. I can smell the sex off of her....the punters. Makes me frustrated. Sometimes I even cry....
I had some time away from prostitution....getting back with my ex hubby. That was really hard. We moved to another country, in the countryside. Nothing to do. I was so very low. I cried so much.....all because of being addicted to sex....to being a prostitute. I left him...came back home and, within hours, I was back selling myself on the streets. I felt so happy, but ashamed of leaving him. And for what? Sex. There was more to it than that but that's what it boiled down to for me...
Being addicted to sex can be a nightmare! All day, every day - even when i'm doing my sports - all I think of is...what shall I wear? How many punters will I ****?
It's a strange ol' life mine is....
Sammy Jo Duponte xx
Same with sex. Y'know, being brought up by a prostitute mother isn't something that most people have to deal with. It opens your eyes to a way of living. A way of 'being'. For me it was the norm. I mean, it was my life and my family. It was my experiences. My mum. I thought that all mum's did the same! When I got to a reasonable age - of 9 - I kinda realised the 'differences' between my mum and other friend's mums. You kind of put it all together.
So experiencing that life, being around that 'lifestyle' did kind of bring me down another road. A road that I liked the look of. A road that was appealing. Mum made prostitution look oh so glam, y'know? The clothes, the makeup, the jewellery, the sex. All enticing to me. So I started travelling that road too.
When I entered prostitution, at the age of 13, I had observed stuff but still didn't quite know what to expect. Boy did I find out! In some ways I was enthusiastic to be like my mum....But in more ways I just found that I was getting 'hard wired' for sex. It didn't take long, I suppose it doesn't when you're 13, to have sex and prostitution interlinked and have it always on my mind. Still pretty much is.
Sex had lost it's link with being something about relationships and became something more. It's really wierd. That's one of the reasons I always seem to talk about how many punters I've ****** a night. A kind of bragging? Maybe. More a case of needing though....
Analysing it all somewhat, what is the reason why I am a streetwalker? Why can't I be, like, an escort? I always say that I prefer quantity over quality. Banging guys in 15 or so minutes and then out on the streets looking for the next punter. Whilst this is true, it hides the fact that I have an addiction to sex. That's it right there.
I mean, I'd like to say that I am pretty enough, even at the age of 40, to be an escort....only having a couple of 'dates' a night. But I don't want that. I have an addiction, and....like all addictions, it leaves you wanting more and more and more...
This road has lead me down some dark places. Abortions. Getting divorced from my husband. Losing my daughter in that battle. Cocaine addiction. Getting raped. No fun had there, let me tell you. Partners? They come and go. All because I can't stay faithful. Like I said, I'm 'hard wired'.
With sex and prostitution hand in hand it's only natural I spend a lot of time on my appearance. Then from looking like a street hooker to acting like one....the decadadent lifestyle of drink and drugs. My circle of friends is pretty much limited to other prostitutes....or punters. It's all consuming at times. Difficult to breathe....
The hardest time? When I'm on my period. My daughter, who is also a prostitute, lives nearby. Sometimes I really hate to be around her. I can smell the sex off of her....the punters. Makes me frustrated. Sometimes I even cry....
I had some time away from prostitution....getting back with my ex hubby. That was really hard. We moved to another country, in the countryside. Nothing to do. I was so very low. I cried so much.....all because of being addicted to sex....to being a prostitute. I left him...came back home and, within hours, I was back selling myself on the streets. I felt so happy, but ashamed of leaving him. And for what? Sex. There was more to it than that but that's what it boiled down to for me...
Being addicted to sex can be a nightmare! All day, every day - even when i'm doing my sports - all I think of is...what shall I wear? How many punters will I ****?
It's a strange ol' life mine is....
Sammy Jo Duponte xx
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