Now, some may say that I am too free and loose with my use of “nymphomaniac” (no pun intended).  However, I justify my use of this oft misapplied term by turning to the touchstone on the subject, the classic Albert Ellis & Edward Sagarin text, Nymphomania: A Study of the Oversexed Woman, from 1964.  There the authors lay out the elements of the nymphomaniac as follows:

·         Lack of Control.  Characterized by urges and desires that must be met and fulfilled quickly, despite the consequences.  This uncontrollable urge is compared by the authors to the alcoholic’s need to consume alcohol or to overeater’s need to consume food.

·         Continuous Need.  The usage of the term “fulfilled” in the above description of “Lack of Control” was not quite apt, for the nymphomaniac’s need is unquenchable.  As the text says, “Most nymphomaniacs achieve orgasm and they may have several during an evening; but they are still unsatisfied.”

·         Compulsivity.  This characteristic is defined by a drive for actions which one seeks in vain to stop.  Try as she may, the nymphomaniac cannot stop thinking about, obsessing over, and fixating on sex.  This often leads to habitual masturbation and relentless sexual encounters as well as a very active fantasy life.

·         Self-Contempt.  As the authors say, “Nymphomania has one characteristic that frequently does not accompany other compulsive desires.  It is generally looked upon by society – which means by the nymphomaniac as well as by those around her – as degrading.  In this respect nymphomania finds itself in that group of deviant activities which are condemned in our culture, not because they are harmful to the community, but because they are sexual.”  This element is only applicable to women, not to the male counterpart of the nymphomaniac, called by the authors, Don Juanism.  For the latter society does not generally frown upon the male’s sexual conquests and exploits except in the context of marriage or monogamous relationships, but rather touts them as emblems of a man’s virility.  This self-contempt of the nymphomaniac, by contrast, often results in her seeking out punishment for her “bad” behavior and feeling the need be degraded in the sexual encounter itself.  Hence, many nymphomaniacs close erotic connection with masochism.

From this set of characteristics, the authors cite a previous study, Ellis’ 1960 The Art and Science of Love to sum up that true nymphomania “exists when a woman has intense desire which is not relieved by intercourse or orgasm and which may drive her to near-madness.”

I mention all this to point out that my Lola displays all the tell-tale characteristics of clinical nymphomania.  Just as a for-instance, with my Lo I often come home to find her in the shower, frantically fucking herself with her giant dildo, spraying steamy hot water in a hard jet onto her clit, rubbing her pussy lips with her fingers.  Often times she must get down on the floor of the tub to carry out all these activities simultaneously.  She brings herself to orgasm in this manner usually between two and four times.  She then gets out of the shower, dildo in hand, naked and wet.  She saunters into the bedroom where she bends over the edge of the bed, protruding her ass in the air, assuming the position to be spanked.  Whilst in this submissive position she seductively says, “I was a bad, bad girl today and I deserve to be punished.”  She then waits, gently biting down on her lower lip with her top teeth, while I remove my leather belt from around my waist and apply the strap to her bottom in a spank that makes a loud cracking sound.  With a slight moan she pushes her ass out further and says, “Harder.  I was a very bad girl.”  I then spank her again, this time with a louder crack of the leather against her wet, tender skin.  She asks me to do it again.  And so I do.  At this point she moves her right hand back to her ass and she begins to rub her ass and move her fingers down to her anus where she gently rubs and teases herself.

I ask her, “What have you done that was so bad today, Lo?”  She then says, “I couldn’t stop thinking of sex.  I got on the subway in the morning.  It was very crowded.  I got a seat, but the train filled up more at the next stop.  A man was standing over me reading a paper.  My eyes were parallel with his cock.  I could see how big he was.  I leaned my head a bit forward because I was hungry.  At one point the train went sharply around a curve and he leaned into me, accidentally brushing his cock up against my face.  I liked it.  I looked up at him and he moved his paper to say ‘Excuse me,’ but I just licked my lips and moved my head closer to his cock.  He saw what I was doing and I could see his cock growing right there in his pants.  He opened the paper and looked down from within the spread paper and he leaned in again to brush his cock up against my face.  He tried to pretend like it was an accident ʼcause he was testing to see my reaction.  I looked up at him again and I unbuttoned a button on my blouse so he could see down it better.  This indicated to him what it was I wanted.  He kept on leaning into me, slowly so as not to attract attention.  I put my wet lips right up to his cock.  I was shielded from others’ view by his large newspaper.  He was so hard, I just wanted to unzip his fly and pull out his cock and put it in my mouth.  I was so hungry for cock.  But I couldn’t do that on the train so I satisfied myself by putting my hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy; convulsing my thigh muscles rhythmically as I sat on the train.  I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.  I looked up at him again and he saw what I was doing.  I saw him close his eyes and then, he quickly put the paper down by his crotch.  He came, he came right in his pants!  But I didn’t cum.  He got off at the next stop.  I sat there in my own juices dying to have some cock.  I got off the train at my stop and as I walked to work I could tell that every man on the street could just smell my hungry pussy wanting cock.  I got to work and luckily I was early.  No one else was there.  I went into the conference room that has the big windows that look out on the street and the other buildings across the street.  I put my legs up on the conference table and I unbuttoned my suit pants, stuck my hand down my pants to my wet pussy, and I put in two fingers and rubbed one out.  It only took about a minute and good thing too because before I had time to pull up my pants Emily had walked in.  I simply said that I had eaten a big breakfast and that I was having trouble fitting into my slacks.  I buttoned them up and went to my desk.  As I walked, I squirted all inside my pants.  I had to check them and, sure enough, there was a very dark mark between my legs.  I had soaked through and through.  I was horny and hungry all day.  So, now, please, fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

If this confession – in Lo’s own words – doesn’t demonstrate all the elements of a nymphomaniac, I do not know what does.

Lo & HH (mysexlifewithlola.com)

This is the first of a series of posts from Lo & HH. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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