My name was Ariana Surrey. Since I was a child, I have kept a secret I could not bring myself to tell anyone.I suffered from sex-starvation syndrome. Since college, I had been experiencing an indescribably unbearable itching sensation every day.At first, it was just a vague tingling, but the unsatisfied itching gradually became overwhelming, slowly gnawing at my sanity. By the time I realized it, this desire had already permeated my life.Every casual touch brought an electric-like stimulation. I became oversensitive, unable to handle close contact. Eventually, even a gaze could make me feel like I was being toyed with. I had no defense, so I could only console myself with toys.On the surface, I appeared glamorous and beautiful, but no one knew the sticky, wet, and lewd nature beneath my seemingly neat dress.I was losing my mind.Today was the same. I dragged my body, weakened by the endless pleasure, back home. After a quick shower, I lay my body on the soft bed.The cu
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