Am I addicted to outdoor fun

HelenaDebs

I don't feel as guilty as I know I should after offering my services to the local lonely men at the outdoor fun site near me. It had taken me a couple of visits to actually get out of my car to show myself to the men in the carpark. My heart was beating like a drum in my tight black basque, the first time. But there I stood in the centre of the carpark oozing slut from every non-binary cell of my body. Lots of men looked, thankfully one did allow me to suck him off. If it hadn't happened I might have given up on this.

I like how it made me feel. I'm sorry to all womankind but I do like to feel used as an object for sex. My wife and I were having time apart. I was meant to think about whether I was gay or not. I knew I wasn't gay...I loved being with my wife, but I just wanted to have casual sex with men as Helena. Let loose I did what every sex addict does. I offered myself to anyone and everyone. I got a reputation with the local guys and never said no.

I stopped after a while, but had very fond memories of my outdoor fun days. Too fond, I have returned to my old ways. I'm back to walking around the cars parked asking the men if they want some company. Someone always does and I feel privilaged to be allowd to be myself for a while.

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