Free Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered by Erotika Sinn Page B

wall was pure glass, with a vista that looked out across the centre of
Sydney to the harbour. Not a bad view to have from your desk – the harbour
bridge, the opera house and all the beauty of Sydney harbour.
                Brad invited me to sit with
him in an informal seating area adjacent to his desk – just four comfortable
chairs  and a low table. The pretty brunette arrived with the coffee a moment
later, and I couldn’t help wondering if Brad had had sex with her. From the way
she looked at him, I bet she would have been up for it. But she would probably
have to join the queue with everyone else. Including me. I wondered about the
possibility of a threesome…me, her and Brad…right there in his expensive
office. After all, she had a cute ass that I wouldn’t mind checking out more
closely. I fancied the idea, but I didn’t’ fancy my chances of success if I put
that idea forward, so I kept it to myself. When she had gone, I thanked Brad
for the roses, and he accepted my thanks graciously, but then it was straight
down to business.
                ‘I read the first draft of
the articles that you sent this morning,’ he said. ‘We have some great material
to work with in there. I suggest that I add my comments as a professional
advisor, then we can put together a really useful and informative package of
material.
                ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘What did
you make of Thomasin and Ellen. Would you say they qualify as sex addicts?’
                ‘Good question…and one that
is hard to answer. There is a fine line between what is normal and what is not
normal in terms of sexual behaviour. In fact, you can question whether the word
‘normal’ applies at all. If the person in question is comfortable with their
behaviour, then who are we to call them addicts? I certainly wouldn’t call
either of these two extreme in their lifestyle choice.’
                Then I had an idea, and I
knew it was a bad one before I had even opened my mouth. But my mouth has a
mind of its own, and I heard the words coming out anyway.
                ‘As I told you before, I
have a friend – or rather a friend of a friend – who might well qualify in the
more extreme department. She just loves sex, and gets as much of it as she can.
She puts these two in the shade. She won’t want to be involved in this article,
but I am sure you would find here interesting. We could tell her story.’
                Brad looked at me
quizically. ‘I see. So how does she behave – what do you call extreme,
exactly?’
                ‘Well, for example, she told
me that one night, she picked up two English rugby players in a bar, took them
home and had sex with both of them. And it’s not the first time she has done
something like that. I guess you might call her a man eater.’
                ‘Interesting.’ Brad leaned
back in his chair and took a sip of coffee. ‘She is probably seeking
validation.’
                Validation? No, I was just
seeking dick. Where did validation come into it?
                ‘And she finds this kind of
casual sex satisfying?’
                ‘She certainly isn’t
complaining,’ I said, ‘She just wants to make the most of life while she is
still young. She says that life is too short to get stuck with just one guy,
and you should have fun with as many of the fish in the sea as you can.’
                ‘Does she practice safe
sex?’
                ‘Always,’ I said, telling
the truth for once. I may not have mentioned it before, but I always ensure
that my gifts are wrapped before I start enjoying them, if you get my drift. I
want to have fun, but I want to stay healthy, too.
                ‘That’s the important thing.
There is nothing wrong with enjoying a little variety in life, as long as you
take the right precautions. The question is, is