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billwould described it perfectly. Hypersexuality is an aura you can't miss. It'll make you stop dead in your tracks, turn your head so fast you'll get dizzy, and make you wanna fuck till the sun comes up. For me it's the way my man smells. Clean or straight home from work, when I lean in for a hug, which leads to a kiss, which.... Oh shit! Where was I? Yes, his "aura" makes me feel completely at a loss of any strength I may have on my own. The only man to ever do that to me without lifting a finger. It may be a chemical reaction of some kind. I don't know, but I LIKE IT.

And you Miss Lynnie, You are just a box of Pandora type surprises. (Opening pandora's box refers to getting into a situation over which one has very little control over.) I'm being sucked in by your sheer openness and your strength. Your vulnerability is there also. That's why you are so beloved by many. The willingness you have to share it all, and the inability we have in denying our own guilty pleasure in staying on the ride with you.

I know there's more that you haven't brought forth yet. Use this as the foundation to your fan base. This medium of xHam. It can also be a source of healing through ridding your soul of the demons that won't let go despite your best efforts. Believe me. I have yet to go public with my life... Maybe one day the old demon's will find their release.

Sexy blog.
SassyBri ~


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invalid message response to bri about my blog: hypersexuality is new for me. It came through wigs, weightloss and good nutrition. Now I rock it. For me this has been a reversal in time. Writing forced me to face my own insecurities and change them. It took me about a year to complete the transformation. I am unrecognizable. On facebook I lost all my c***dhood female friends from sheer jealousy. They loved hearing my tales of suffering and were suddenly shocked by my new sexual identity. They all refused to photograph me nude. No one could face my escape from being an outcast. Suddenly as a sex kitten their attacks were subtle. my c***dhood friend is a preacher. She lost her hypersexuality. I wrote a blog about how hard it is for me to have an orgasm during sex. We hadn't spoken in months but the preacher had to write me a letter of pity because it is quite normal for her to have two orgasms when she fucks the obese dorky troll she married. All my friends who read it declared bullshit. Even a preacher who took it in the ass to stay a virgin for jesus had to taunt me from jealousy. The proof is in the pictures. Sometimes the underdog wins. That is why my story has fans. When I can tell my mom how much I get offered to do porn and tell her my old best friend 'the barbie' has an ass big enough to put a cooler on we both feel triumphant. I beat alopecia, a facial deformity and my weight. I don't have an attitude about beauty because I was so damn ugly i was a social reject. I also have such a strong addiction to the way a man smells. My need to cuddle up in an armpit is like nothing else. I love when a man has been working hard and I can lick the sweat off his neck. Times have changed. I don't need a sexy bitch like bobbi to get me a pity drink. All I have to do is ask. Life changed for me. I live a public life for my own cathartic release. I do it for my own needs. It is simply a bonus when I get feedback. I am facing a rough patch. I am scared I won't be able to write. Yet nothing will stop me from trying. I air out my dirty laundry because I love the way it smells when it is dried by sunshine and it smells like grass.