Between my first intercourse at age 18 with a drunk girl I met in a Cape Cod nightclub (in a field behind the club), and the first sex I had with a pro, in a Boston hotel at age 32 (I was so nervous I couldn't cum. She did everything she could for about 45 minutes and then told me she had to leave. I asked her if she could come back, and she said she had several "dates" lined up, this was like 11pm. I told her come back anytime and I would pay her for another hour. She showed up at about 2:30, I was on the verge of sleep. She climbed on top of me and rode me to a bucking screaming orgasm, which finally made me blast off as well. Then she collapsed on top of me and fell asleep. We woke up at about 8am and she fuckedme again, and again in the shower. She didn't ask for any more money but I slipped the $180 I had out for the 2nd hour in her purse.)

Uh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, in between all that I had sex with hundreds of women. I was and am a proud sex addict. But now I'm old and fat and have very few hot women knocking on my door for sex, so I resign myself to paying for it all the time.