Sex Addict
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Last published Wed, Sep 3, 2014
Ella, 25, 5'7, slim, perfectly toned bronzed body, waist length wavy brown hair and a face that could melt a thousand hearts, stunning was an understatement, even without make up she was beautiful. Confident, cocky, she was just a delight to look at. She was a corporate lawyer, her own firm that she inherited when her father passed away so not only was she totally gorgeous with a smoking hot body, she was rich too.
Ella was single, why? I hear you ask? Coz she was a whore, that's why!
Not a whore in the conventional sense where she sleeps with men for money, oh no that's not Ella's style, she doesn't need money she just needs satisfying. Ella was a sex addict, she was a whore coz she slept with men, lots of men for sheer self gratification. She'd slept with over 200 men, never slept with any of them more than once, never exchanging phone numbers, never staying for after sex cuddles, just just fucked them and left. She'd shag anyone, anywhere. She's what I'd call 'a player'!
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