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      <title>Cindy, The Belted Nymphomaniac</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 - The Discovery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it&amp;rsquo;s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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